Chicken Shit
The most impressive part of living in Castlemaine in the 70’s, without a doubt would be chicken shit.
The only other things that came close were lentil pie (farter’s flam) spinach pie and a few joints rolled with sun-dried Drum Tobacco.
The old stone cottage sat on a small hill. To grow vegetables we regularly visited the local chicken farm with gum boots and shovels, we had some too. We shoveled chicken shit for an hour into the back of the old Toyota and gleefully drove home to dress the hill in wonder.
After a year the garden wore 2 feet of black earth on its bed, The vegetables grew so big and high with all this nitrogen. Crunchy, sweet, fresh, beautiful greens, reds and yellows.
Nothing like what you buy in a supermarket.
Chicken shit seems like a small issue in our so busy and important lives: it won’t be though, if it hits the fan.
Your families survival could depend on a few seeds, some chicken shit and a pair of wire cutting pliers and some wire. There is no doubt the world is &*^&%&%&*%#@#@%% at the moment and because most world leaders seem to be pretty dumb it is not going to get any better soon. Yea, totally corrupt, heartless monkeys are in charge of your life and future. How did that ever happen?
Tomatoes, chillis and peppers loved chicken shit the most. Depending on how much soil you already have will dictate your chicken shit needs. If you have a small vegetable garden and 20 hens then they can provide an endless supply of black magic.
Here is a chapter from my book, ‘A candle to my self’ about Castlemaine. A great place in Victoria Australia where hair is longer than a wombat’s nose and there are cool joints everywhere.
Chapter Five: CASTLEMAINE
Moving to Castlemaine
Before Castlemaine I was seeking waves, women and song; the only song came with me to the extreme hot and cold, often relentless weather, of this old gold mining town two hours north of Melbourne. Now it would be boy against the hard labour, sparse luxuries, a mosquito-filled 44-gallon water tank and a hungry open fire.
I bought the cheap stone cottage that sat alone on the crest of a bare hill, poking out of an Iron Bark Forest at least ten kilometres from town, as the car flies. David Wallace and Buffy were living in the house. They had recently returned from Mexico, where they learned how to make exquisite tool stamped, decorative, leather bags, belts, hats and drink tequila. David’s tall body, with a wide comforting smile, long blonde hair and a nice beard contrasted with Buffy’s short, plump, long dark hair. Both of them were jolly to the core, and her motherly smile took no shit from anyone. They didn’t own the cottage, so, me buying it made them homeless overnight. They were loved by everyone, and I immediately became a prick, well I think I did.
It had one bedroom and one living area with two open fireplaces and a slate floor; about the size of two shipping containers. Before this, I was living in Adelaide, trying badly—not doing much at all— to be some kind of photojournalist. I was useless because I was a good photographer with no idea, no structure, no business plan, no money and no future: 30 years later?
Now everything had changed. Life in the forest with our life line 44-gallon drum of water—full of mosquito larvae, like duck diving mung bean sprouts—for all our water needs, a couple of kerosene lamps for a nice atmosphere and light—much like, I imagine, being inside a goldmine. No electricity, it was 300 kangaroo hops away. And two huge open fireplaces beautifully made of stone, with large wooden lintels, hewn out of nearby trees. In winter, a big black pot, plubbeled over a patient fire cooking lentils, carrots and black pepper until you could call it bush stew. I was weird before I came; now I was a hippie pioneer.
I love to think back to those times and remember the first piece of wood I chopped with one decisive blow, right down the grain, and it falling into two yielding pieces beside the block. When I learned how to sharpen the axe, it was liberating in its simplicity: a university in a day. Whiling away the days, the months passed. I slowly moved from my mind to my muscles. I was going back in time. Before computers, before the war, before I failed to get into RMIT to study photography because I was told not to apply and before refrigeration.
If anyone could think themselves insane, an active endeavour, (before and after the pioneering days) it was me. I felt joy in simple physical work, an Amish, with a packet of Drum Tobacco and a big bushy beard up to my ears and down to my knees. These days, I fear, all my friends have a screen as their friend. Back in the 70s, we had red-back spiders and tiger snakes. Every soul going down the screen drain needs to know there is no way back, once we give our souls to 5G and the robots that will receive their dark commands.
People like me, born in the ’50s, do not feel old fashioned, we feel fashioned, by organic food, nature, surf, Neil Young and Hiawatha. The next step after what has become me will be Artificial Intelligence: either flesh and bone or from the robot factory.
Building
Over the years in Castlemaine, I learned to build my own house, cook lentil stew, bake wholemeal bread and grow vegetables; practical things I will always be grateful for learning. But what I learned of infinite value—something I never could at school—I could make my world not buy it. I could build a house with the power of my mind, travelling to my muscles, brick after sweaty brick. I now knew everything in my universe was up to me.
This saved me because my father wasn’t rich but he had enough money to gorge on curried crayfish every week and drive a Peugeot 504. I leaned on his success way too often and became spoilt. This spoiling encouraged my undisciplined mind, supporting a gipsy lifestyle which eventually crashed, years later, onto this soil, hard as a rock and baked clay, that made and broke many before me.
I was not completely self-sufficient, none of us was, (there were hundreds just like I dotted through and hidden in the bush) but I remember $10 could last for weeks.
For years I trucked in chicken manure to make a fertile garden, dug dams to hold the water for it and built a two-seater toilet overlooking the valley.
It was a wonderful time and now, 40 years later, I seek meditation to take me back to that peaceful state of mind but cannot get past counting my breath for 10 seconds. For everyone on the planet who freely choose this path, there isn’t any better way to live I can think of. Using your hands in so many proficient ways to provide food and shelter (free of debt and interest) is a huge joy. This is one easy pathway to find your way home to the garden of Eden, where there are still apples and tiger snakes and beautiful women living within natures bosom. Playing with the God’s and Devil’s that you can see and touch, smell and hear; that has always been here and always will.
So, don’t fear this simple life, it is your freedom from a world that is not your own, anymore. Imagine two contrasting images: drugs, crime, sex, pollution, infinite debt, technology versus a hand-built house, fruit trees, organic vegetables, open fires, books, craftsmanship, quiet and the love of everything.
The Garden
The thick black vertical lines with blue-green muffin tops made a 360-degree wall around the house. In summer you could hear their branches falling, from the stress of a bigger than usual sun. In winter they breathed a sigh of relief as they mined much-needed water back into their veins. The gold mining had ripped the soil from its foundations and sent it to Port Phillip Bay. What remained could not grow anything decent for another 200 years. The trees looked beautiful and lush and a delight to have nearby. The only way we could grow food on this land, out the back of the cottage, would be to cart in truckloads of chicken shit from a chicken farm in town. After two years of trucking the shit, in the Toyota one cab, we could gently sink a spade two feet down through jet black dirt full of worms and microorganisms.
The soil grew luscious capsicums, fat red tomatoes, crunchy silver beet and six feet high bushy green smoking vegetables. No matter where you live if you are hungry, a truckload of chicken shit can feed you for years.
I made the best spinach pie with big bunches of freshly picked silver beet, dark yellow eggs from our chickens and cheese and Filo pastry from the distant supermarket. We feasted on this every week for years, maybe 20 years, because it is so dammed delicious. Here is the recipe. A big bunch of silverbeet chopped finely, the bigger the better. You can mix in some spinach if you have some and steam it for five minutes. Ten eggs, beaten in a bowl with some salt and pepper. Two cups of grated cheese, three, four cups up to you. In a typical lasagna style oven pan with sides, paint on a layer of olive oil using a brush. Then put in two sheets of Filo pastry. Melt some butter and mix it with the olive oil and brush it on the sheets. Keep doing that for five to ten sheets. The more sheets you have the crunchier it will be. Mix the eggs, cheese and silverbeet in a big bowl with a pinch of salt and pepper and cinnamon. Pour it into the baking dish, on top of the sheets you just oiled. One to two inches, level with the top of the baking dish but no higher. Then put two sheets of Filo pastry over it and do the same in layers as the bottom. When you layer the bottom, it is ok to have an inch or two sticking up on the edges because you can fold it back on top of the spinach mix before you do the top. After you have done five to ten layers on the top, sprinkle some sesame seeds on the top and bake them in the oven. Cannot remember the cooking details. Maybe a moderate oven for 20 minutes then keep checking to see that the filo on top is crispy brown but not burnt. When it is cooked cut it into four-inch squares and serve with a yummy French salad and some sweet chilli sauce on the side, or pickles and chutney, anything that will add some moisture to the pie.
If you use a lot of eggs and silverbeet you should have enough for two or three meals depending on how many people are feasting.
An organic vegetable garden full of basic things like silverbeet, capsicums, tomatoes, lettuce, potatoes, cabbage along with some fresh chicken eggs is an amazing way to drop out and begin a sustainable and creative life.
I used green lentils nearly every day to fill us up. I made lentil stew, lentil burgers and lentil spaghetti sauce. Made you fart like a hog, haha. When mixed with some herbs and chilli, lentils and spinach pie. I died for it over and over, again and again.
The cottage and garden sat on a hill in a small clearing. To get water for the garden I built a small dam on the edge of the forest behind the house and a water tank fifteen feet up on four huge old wooden electricity poles. I managed to dig the holes in the rock and dirt using four or five large blisters and a crowbar. Then I rolled one end of a pole up to the edge of a hole. The other end I lifted six inches and put a rock under it. Then another six inches and a bigger rock until it slid into the hole: around 40 degrees from the ground. The crowbarring continued until it slid in. Once in and vertical, I could level it and shovel the rocks and dirt back into the hole around the pole and tamp it down with the round tamper on the end of the crowbar. One down three to go. Living the hippie life in Castlemaine made me very happy most of the time. Going here and there (Perth, Adelaide, Castlemaine) gave Dave and Doris lots of interesting places to visit and people to meet. Once the four poles stood upright, I climbed up them with a saw, brace and bit, (non-electric wood drill) hammer, some long bolts with nuts, a spanner and a rope around my waist, tied to some lumber on the ground. I cut a notch in the pole for the floor beams. Drilled a hole with the brace and bit, bolted them on one by one. Up and down the poles to do this. Then I pulled some floorboards that I had soaked in car oil up and nailed them on the floor. I had an old water tank to get up there? This took a few rollies, Dewe Egberts Drum tobacco, of thinking to figure out how to do it. Meditation or Drum, they both worked. Luckily a big tree nearby let me throw a rope over its limb. I then tied it around the water tank and pulled it up high enough to land on the floorboards with a bit of swinging here and there. I hooked up some pipes and we had water for the garden and a shower.
Before I did this project, we pumped water out of a spring in a gully 30 feet down beside the house. Years ago, a river ran through the forest and carved a small Grand Canyon. I had bought a petrol-driven stationary engine, with two large flywheels. Put the suction line into a pool of water the size of a bath and an outlet pipe up to the garden and house. The spring ran most of the year, but not much when we needed it, and the constant climbing down the cliff to start the pump took its toll. When the spring looked like it had dried up, I paid a local bulldozer driver to make a large dam in the forest up the hill behind us. This way the water ran down to the house naturally. Not a lot of pressure though. So, in my wisdom, I made a smaller dam near the house that the big dam could fill as slow as it liked and used the old stationary pump to pump it up to the new water tank I built, which lasted a week or two depending on the weather.
After I left it to my wife and ran away, I heard a story at the auction, my partner sold all my work of ten years for peanuts, the auctioneer waxed lyrical about the mad hippies who built this house and garden.
The Albion Hotel
There is a great pub between Chewton and Castlemaine called the Albion Hotel, opposite the Wesley Hill Market. A hangout for most of us living in the hills, in a 360-degree circle, all around it. On Friday night we caught up with friends. One very special Friday night I won the lottery: two bottles of Tequila. David Wallace and I (David is the guy I bought the cottage from) managed with the help of salt and lemon to drink the first bottle in 20 minutes. Wow, I was drunker than the walls of an old oak wine barrel.
After the first bottle, David said let’s go home and drink the other one. About eight of us from the hotel, drove up the small, stunted eucalyptus tree mountain, to his cottage. I drove a few of us in my trusty old Humber Super Snipe, very soberly, considering. I nearly made it up his hill without any trouble. But, when I went to park it, I backed it six feet up a huge Iron Bark tree. Luckily, we could walk and scramble up the last few meters of the dusty dirt track to the nearby cottage.
In the dark atmosphere of the night forest, the cottage emitted a warm light and fun. I fumblingly opened the fly screen door into a small room soaked in kerosene lantern purring yellow light over the caricatures painting the walls with eerie shadows. We jovially opened the second bottle of spiny cactus juice,
slobbered some salt off our hands and tipped one small insignificant glass of Tequila into our doomed consciousness, which somehow revived after squeezing some lemon juice, washing away the doom.
At some point, down the bottle, I picked up a guitar, strummed E Minor twice and lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, aware of, I woke up in bed the next morning, at home with two women. They were awake, looking at me in shock because I was still alive and they wanted me dead.
They told me what I did after I lost consciousness, with a friendly, somewhat bemused, look of horror. They said the car was still up the tree, I remembered that part, and after I played E Minor, I put the guitar down and fell through David’s front door, then off the verandah and it (the door) and I skidded down the hill, reminiscent of my rubber matt surfing days in Warrnambool. That sounds like fun! Then they explained why they thought I might never wake up. After skiing down the hill I came back to the verandah, which was about three feet high, and happily dived off it two or three times, thinking I was at a swimming pool and the rocky ground was water. Mind over matter. I woke up feeling fine.
Alcohol and weed ‘made me’ do crazy things. It wasn’t until I had children and started work as a photography teacher at GOTAFE that I stopped, even though I never really drank or smoked very often, before. After going to Melbourne with Francis a few years ago and finding my God, I lost the need to drink and smoke my way through the looking glass.
Separation
One sudden morning I was single. My family left for greener pastures. I had swept the floor, out the door. The lint and rubbish sat on the ground three feet away waiting for a bin. Big mistake. There was no way some lint could have done this, it was more, at least five years of frustration and anger that was building up between us exploded and left. The family packed their bags and left the same day. No words can describe the ‘lost in the fog’ feeling I have when I am made single again. The best I could do was visit friends and seek help. They were all kind and supportive at first. But when days turned into months my friends were frustrated that I couldn’t exist alone. Being afraid of the dark made it worse. After a day of ear-bashing other’s ears, I would drive home in the dark, run down the hill and race inside. I would then look under every bed, inside every cupboard and then have a freakout sleep. Dazed by myself, the next morning went on without me. Years later I realized we are all born into a current, going with it, against it, down it, never off it, even if you are a Buddhist monk. I had no option but to face my fears: ghosts, goblins, woodbugglers and thin air, lurking in the forest during the day and in my imagination at night. One auspicious night I ran down a moonlit path into the forest, the monster’s lair, shouting I am free, I am free. Seriously, I have never been scared of the dark since. I could say I became a woodbuggler that night, and feel even more comfortable in the forest, at night, on a full moon than I do, in man’s land.
Pamela
Life by myself was shocking and painful. I couldn’t sleep with my crazy thoughts no food cooked itself and I had nothing useful to do, like a career. Before I moved to the cottage in the forest, I was a photographer. This was the end of my photography career—as feeble as it was. Now there was no one to build a home for, life was meaningless. Pamela, came from Melbourne to stay in the cottage on the opposite hill from my house. She was young, with curly blond hair, a sapling figure and a fine butt. She had come to do her art and escape Melbourne. A very old wooden bridge spanned the 30-foot-deep eroded gorge that ran down beside my house and between her house and mine. Some people were too scared to walk across it, but we both did because there was no one else for miles.
After a few weeks, we became good friends. I loved her bubbly personality, but like me, she was hiding a lot of pain, especially about her parents and her father becoming mentally ill. Sadly, for me, she didn’t stay long. The cottage needed a lot of work. I tried to make it more livable: desperately hoping she would stay for a long time. Luckily for her and me, she had a huge mansion to stay in that belonged to her family in Bendigo called the Eerie. It had three levels, five bedrooms, towers and rich, ancient history. Her brother inherited it and wanted to sell it. But she wanted to live there, painting and decorating, for eternity—I understood why, the house was so historic, grand and eccentric. The Australian Constitution was drawn up in the living room. We stayed there for months before it was sold. Luckily my ‘family’ returned to the house at Spring Gully that I built around the same time that Pamela left. Pamela hated her lousy brother for doing it. I don’t know how he got his hands on it? Pamela and I left Bendigo together, to go to Warrnambool, live by the sea and forget what he had done to her.
Roditch 2022
Roditch
Biography
I am a retired Photography Teacher, Refugee Settlement Manager, and Builder. For the past 10 years, I have been teaching part-time, writing books, taking photos and doing lots of research.
All the books I write come from experience and research. Yes, in my life so far I have worked with refugees, taught art, built houses, studied herbs, and health. I have also studied astrology spirituality including meditation, animal welfare, and poetry.
I sincerely hope that you can gain valuable information from my books (usually short and sweet introductions) to different facets of life I have visited.
Where to find Roditch online
Website: http://roditch.com
Blog: http://roditch.com
Books
Price: $5.00 USD. Words: 103,380. Language: English. Published: January 6, 2022. Categories: Nonfiction » Biography » Autobiographies & Memoirs
A story about my life in Warrnambool, Castlemaine and Rushworth
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Time to dropout and start a new, secure and sustainable life.
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Portraits by Roditch. These photos are a collection of Roditch’s portraits over the past 5 years. They are a reflection of the person.
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This is a collection of photographs of rural Thailand. Including farmers, Monks, temples and farms
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Original Photos of Buddha sculptures Thailand taken by famous photographer Roditch
Price: $5.00 USD. Words: 170. Language: English. Published: December 6, 2020. Categories: Nonfiction » Inspiration » Spiritual inspiration
One reason I love Buddha is because he knew that animals had sentience, consciousness, and that consciousness was as valuable, respectable, sacred as any Homosapien.
Thailand of Dreams Series 1 by Roditch
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Thailand is a country is worth exploring to regain your imagination, love of nature, fairy tales and spirits of the land.
Portraits and Souls Series 1 by Roditch
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Portraits have always been there as a window into someone’s soul if only we are to look and care.
Beautiful Buddha Series 1 by Roditch
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Buddha is the peace in the world. Everyone can benefit from Buddha,s teachings.
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Children are the magic in the world. NASA has done research that confirms that all children are born creative geniuses, but, by the time they are 7 years old their genius has been retired by cultural and family conditioning.
Musing with the Fishes Series 1 by Roditch
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It is a wonderful way to relax and tune in with nature; just looking into water and musing with the fishes.
Off the Fence Posts by Roditch
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This book is a collection of posts I have made over the past 3 years.
Musing with the Fishes by Roditch
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What is real? As you look into these pictures you can see spirits and goblins and all sorts of magical things
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Thailand people love family, culture, Buddha, music, and celebrations.
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Thailand has a unique balance of culture, spirituality, art, agriculture, and the environment.
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Right now you are creating your future if nothing else. This book is about a future that belongs to the rich and powerful.
Teaching ESL English Zen by Roditch
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10 years of experience teaching ESL English to Kindergarten, Primary, Secondary, University, and Teachers.
Animal Sentience Zen by Roditch
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Sentience is the word we use to say that we are animals like animals are human.
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Poetry is a way to communicate more deeply and completely. It is not just about writing a poem it is being a poem for your family, friends, and society.
Price: $4.00 USD. Words: 2,900. Language: English. Published: April 13, 2020. Categories: Nonfiction » Art, Architecture, Photography » Photography – how to
Photography comes from the soul as any art does, the deeper you go the better your photos will be.
Price: $3.00 USD. Words: 750. Language: English. Published: April 13, 2020. Categories: Nonfiction » Art, Architecture, Photography » Artists
Shepparton, Victoria, Australia has produced an amazing amount of brilliant artists over the years.
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The conservationists in the Goulburn Valley, Victoria Australia are outstanding people.
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Poetry from your own pen is a baby bird flying from the nest into the stars.
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This is a book of original poems and photographs by Roditch, inspired by Zen Koans.
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This is a book of original poems and photographs by Roditch, inspired by Zen Koans.
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This is a book of original poems and photographs by Roditch, inspired by Zen Koans
Price: $5.00 USD. Words: 210. Language: English. Published: April 12, 2020. Categories: Poetry » Ancient Poetry
This is a book of original poems and photographs by Roditch, inspired by Zen Koans.
Price: $5.00 USD. Words: 210. Language: English. Published: April 12, 2020. Categories: Poetry » Ancient Poetry
This is a book of original poems and photographs by Roditch, inspired by Zen Koans.
Price: $4.00 USD. Words: 180. Language: English. Published: April 12, 2020. Categories: Poetry » Ancient Poetry
This is a book of original poems and photographs by Roditch, inspired by Zen Koans.
Price: $4.00 USD. Words: 180. Language: English. Published: April 11, 2020. Categories: Poetry » Ancient Poetry
This is a book of original poems and photographs by Roditch, inspired by Zen Koans.
Price: $4.00 USD. Words: 190. Language: English. Published: April 11, 2020. Categories: Poetry » Ancient Poetry
This is a book of original poems and photographs by Roditch, inspired by Zen Koans.
Price: $5.00 USD. Words: 200. Language: English. Published: April 10, 2020. Categories: Poetry » Ancient Poetry
This book of original poems and photographs is inspired by Zen Koans
Price: $5.00 USD. Words: 200. Language: English. Published: April 10, 2020. Categories: Poetry » Ancient Poetry
This book of original poems and photographs is inspired by Zen Koans.
Price: $5.00 USD. Words: 190. Language: English. Published: April 10, 2020. Categories: Poetry » Contemporary Poetry
This book of original poems and photographs is inspired by Zen Koans
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This book of original poems and photographs is inspired by Zen Koans. The words come in an inspirational moment and have more meaning than you first think and challenge your mind; like Zen Koans.
Meditation and Prayer Zen by Roditch
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Throughout history, meditators have been both influential and mysterious. To look at some of the great meditators, see their works and know them more deeply helps when meditating your way to a fuller and richer life.
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The fountain of youth is real. By fasting 1 day a week, taking resveratrol, Metformin and AMPK you can live much longer, be more healthy and energetic
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There are many places in the world where people still get a large proportion of their food in the wild. And there are just as many who go hunting for their food in supermarkets.
Price: $4.00 USD. Words: 6,580. Language: English. Published: April 7, 2020. Categories: Nonfiction » Health, wellbeing, & medicine » Aging well
People worry about dying from Covid-19 but most of us are dying early because of cancer, heart and liver disease already.
GMO and Glyphosate Zen by Roditch
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If we don’t have the land or the time to grow our own food then we should buy only organic because Genetically Modified Food plastered with Glyphosate is not an option for a long and happy life
Fruits of Our Labour by Roditch
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This book is a history of the Goulburn Valley Fruit Industry.
Teresa – Love on the Riverbank by Roditch
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Our heart is silent when it wants to scream out “I am here, love me.” Poetry is kissing with words, words that can cross infinite boundaries of the mind to pierce the heart of a willing soul.
A Suitcase Full of Dreams by Roditch
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The Goulburn Valley, Victoria, Australia is home to thousands of refugees and immigrants from around the world. Shepparton is the main city in the Goulburn Valley which is surrounded by orchards.
Francis of Warrnambool by Roditch
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A lot of very talented people were born in Warrnambool in the ’50s. Like Dave Dawson, Peter Lucas and Jack Wilkins.
Debt and Self Sufficiency by Roditch
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We all have too much debt. It is time to pay it all back and remain debt-free forever.
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Everyone has the right to physical,. emotional and intellectual freedom. These rights are eroding and it is time to make a stand.
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Many years ago I built my own house out of second-hand materials.
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This is a small Astrology book. Like all the ZEN series it is a simple introduction about a vast topic.
Price: $5.00 USD. Words: 1,360. Language: English. Published: March 30, 2020. Categories: Nonfiction » Music » History & Criticism
The Sunbury Pop Festival in 1972, photos and poems. Original photos and Poems by Roditch
Swat the Fly – A Covid-19 Self Help Guide by Roditch
Price: $5.00 USD. Words: 26,300. Language: English. Published: March 29, 2020. Categories: Nonfiction » Health, wellbeing, & medicine » Alternative medicine
This book is a collection of natural remedies used by Doctors that will help you prevent and overcome the covid-19 virus.
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