@valued-customer an Excellent excellent follow up.

We can only use the resources that we have, with the circumstance we find ourselves, and to work from there. The main take away is to return to a life free from reliance on monetary transactions in order to survive. A network of people as we were built for, being social creatures and beyond genetics, we have a life force that urges us to unite together.

The power will always be with the people, we have lost confidence in how to be people and live together. Stripped of our skills, our ability to adapt, the courage to create and the grit to bear life in all it's totality.

In the cities it's impossible to create a network powered by people who understand wealth. Wealth in the city may differ from wealth outside the city, but they share a similarity and that is...they can both be created with two hands and a dream in the heart.

I have not told anyone this, but during my very early 20s, perhaps when i just turned 23, i found myself on my first ever solo volunteer sting on a permaculture farm in East Belgium, Zottegem.

It was a farm ran by a family...i still remember their names...Ino the Wife, Dirk the strong man of the house, Hazel of 7 years old, and her sister...her name began with S...a young girl of about 9 years old.

I rocked into Belgium via a flight, and back then in my 20s i used to only wear Oxford Shirts (midnight navy, or black, never any other colour, only in varying shades), dress trousers, slip on Monk Strap shoes (dark brown or black), and i used to rock this awesome pair of Raybans tailored to my eyes. Everything was expensive and tailored. 

Taking a buss from the main terminal station, where Eurobus and Flixbus, as well as regional train services to and out of the country, i ended up deep into the countryside...it was like the ending scene of Shawshank Redemption when Red was finally free...and he followed Andy's letter to the location....it was like that.

It was Summer and i landed on the farm. I remember a beautiful Canadian Bulgarian girl who instantly caught my eye and i caught hers. Her name was Zornitsa (Morning Star). She was 5'5, and me being a short 5'3 it was a funny juxtaposition. But we got on very well and i could never stop looking at her phat fucking ass cheeks omg so well shaped, so shapely, omfg.

There was also Nim, a native from Brussels. I also remember Andy from Netherlands, who introduced me to Japanese Doom Jazz and the band called Morphine from America. I also remember two Hungarians; one a lady in her late 40s ever seeking her prince in shining armour, the other same age as i back then. Very intelligent.

Nim, she was my height. She was my age. She was very very witty, very very hippy, and we would often relax together after our days work. It was my first ever time sharing a bite of an apple with a girl then. Zornitsa would show signs of heartbreak...poor girl...

There was one more girl...Jill from England. Somewhere near London. Londoners don't like Brummies (people from my city, the 2nd city of England...Birmingham...a right shit hole compared to London). She got on very intimately with Andy, and one day i almost stumbled on them duking it out bucket neked in their tent. Some mad shakin was goin down and i thought the horse got it and was fckin Andy silly LOL.

tbc...