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Callum Golding has an eclectic scope of interest. Flowing between philosophy, politics and the natural sciences. "Criticism has plucked the imaginary flowers on the chain not in order that man shall continue to bear that chain without fantasy or consolation, but so that he shall throw off the chain and pluck the living flower. The criticism of religion disillusions man, so that he will think, act, and fashion his reality like a man who has discarded his illusions and regained his senses, so that he will move around himself as his own true Sun. Religion is only the illusory Sun which revolves around man as long as he does not revolve around himself." -Karl Marx html read more

Koala capital of the world



Why do we see our environment as something so separate from us? The cut off and isolated ego, motivated by self-gain is a prevailing myth mistaken for the good life. A recent expedition up to the Leard state Forrest confirmed what most value systems currently amount to, perpetual growth at all costs.

Our first night was spent in a motel in Gunnedah, a small town three hours north-east of Dubbo, known as “The koala capital of the world’. Ironically, one finds it is difficult to foresee that title remaining once the local coal expansion is complete. After a long nine hour drive from Canberra we were pleasantly surprised to discover the advertised swimming pool was not only open, but full of water. Soon after the refreshing dip, gumption was in full flourish. The Motel manager was not shy in telling us that the local consensus was Whitehaven Coal was good news and, ‘That! You will find, is the view around here!’, Even though in full agreement that climate change was a very concerning issue, she seemed settled on the fact that nothing was likely to change “well, over the next 20 years at least”, and that jobs were the most important factor. So they had all been promised.

Now, with the recent commitment by Australia at the Paris summit to rapidly reduce its C02 emissions, it seems astounding that they would allow a conglomerate like Whitehaven to export, ‘business as usual’. Whitehaven, who suffering from a significant reduction in share price, will continue to haul 13 million tons per annum directly to Newcastle port, and out the back door to the Asian market. Despite the drop in share prices, Whitehaven has assured investors it will return a profit this year. The ‘will’ return a profit this year, is the word to watch out for. Big bad business believe that their own corporate ‘will’ driven by the desire to obtain a futile version of wealth, will eventually fill their empty hearts with gold.

The scientific consensus of our being on the precipice of environmental suicide is still ignored in this country and the persistent ignorance of politicians to sign off on ‘pollution projects’ continues. The energy trapped by man-made global warming pollution is now equivalent to exploding 400,000 Hiroshima atomic bombs, per day, 365 days a year. And perhaps the fact that we can’t see or hear those bombs going off is one reason we have taken so long to respond. However, it is seemingly obvious that mankind’s consciousness is noticing the train wreck we are about to become, and without further ado, a social conscience and urgency to protect our earth, is now on the rise.

Two significant moments from this trip firmly stand out. One was the night we stayed in Breeza, a small locality 43 kilometers from Gunnedah with a population of 133 people. The camping site was directly next to the Maules creek train line, heading through the Liverpool plains and destined for Newcastle. This was what I came to label as the ‘doomsday’ train. It had over 80 carriage’s emphatically chugging past our tent, on the hour, every hour. The next cold shudder came when we stayed at an old abandoned farm 5 kilometers west of the Maule’s Creek mine. As we sat and discussed with the crew of ‘Front line action on coal’ (Or FLAC, which was also the name of an adorable dog on the farm), what had sparked our love of nature, we could see and hear in the near distance an incandescent pulsation the size of a small village, throbbing and whirring away, making it loud and clear that greed never sleeps.

Over the last few years hundreds of people have passed through these troubled lands, many willing to peacefully lock on their bodies to equipment with the consequence of arrest. Demanding nothing less than responsible action. This is not just a bunch of tree-hugging hippies, this is an engagement by anyone with even a minor commitment to protecting sacred land, wildlife and the future of our environment. This is local aboriginal Gomeroi land, it is Brumbies rugby star David Pocock’s land, it is philosophers, knitting nannies, country singers, farmers, students, scientists and Tom, Dick and Harry’s land. This earth is a shared responsibility, and as a community of human beings, we must listen to the law of our conscience and act on that. But what can little old me do one asks? As the Dalai Lama once pointed out, 'if you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito'.




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