"My name is Rusty Harris… I am 50 years old, I am a Picean Ox . You would call me a typical dreamer, and I listen to John Lennon’s song "Imagine" and say "Yes!".

In many ways this story starts with an out of the body experience when I was living the high life in Double Bay in Sydney Australia. I had met a girl called "Eve" and we were talking. She really seemed to connect with me… She was an artist, and over the next two days we had a real connection. She had to go South, and she wanted, really wanted me to come with her.

I wanted to… As I felt something with this woman. But I didn't. It was just one of those things that wasn’t to happen, and she left. Later I heard that she had died in a car accident and I was left feeling incredibly saddened. Somehow something had gone missing that I had never really found. Such a young and beautiful girl… But that is how life can be.

The sense of Love I had felt was finished with, because the woman was now dead. I didn’t think much more of it until a few months later. Not fully realizing what was happening, I began to have a remarkable experience. Lying in my bed I began to feel a sensation rising through my body. I decided not to be scared, and let the experience happen.

It started as a tingling sensation that moved slowly up my legs and spread all over my body… IT seemed safe… so I just relaxed into it, and it stopped. That was when I began to float out of my body. I allowed this to happen, and then I thought "I should open my eyes"… As I did so I saw my body below me. It was like I was looking through two tubes… I had a very disconnected sense, a very detached sense.

Then I began to turn slowly, like a Tai Chi movement… And my hand reached out and touched something. I looked, and there before me was a gleaming, golden woman… She was sparkling and smiling with her arms out… It was Eve, the girl I had met a few months before. I knew she had died, but there she was, full of life before me… And incredibly radiant.

At the time I had no understanding what this shimmering Golden Light was, but it was beautiful and joyous, and I felt an incredible Love flowing from her.

I took her hands and said "Wow!" It was just amazing and completely beautiful… But I saw some dark shadows lingering about, and I felt scared. I said "I have to go" and dived back into my body. It was a profound experience, but how could I talk about this?

I was working at the Manzil Room at Kings Cross at the time, where I met many famous people, but this seemed insignificant compared to this experience. (NB: The Manzil Room was the 'in' place to be in Sydney at the time) I wondered what to do… I tried to contact her mother, without success, so instead I wrote into "People" Magazine and told them my story. They printed it, but really the impact of this experience only completed itself many years later, when I was given the message that I now want to pass onto you… That Water is more precious than Gold.

It was when I received this message, again from Golden Beings of Light, that I realized there was a connection here… That a doorway had been opened, and now was the time to step through.

What can I tell you about myself? I have lived on the Razors Edge all my life. I have met Lords and Ladies, Prime Ministers and entertainers… I have seen a lot and I have a simple message to pass on to you… A message I have been given that I am simply passing on to you now…. This is my story, and the telling of this story is part of the reason why I am here. I will do my best to tell this story.

All my life I have considered myself as a Spiritual Warrior, and part of my dream is to make my dreams a reality. So far I have managed to do this, and happy to say I am a grandfather, a father, and a husband. These are more important credentials to me than any title given by any government or an authority of any sort. What is more important is that I can look at my own children in the eye, and say without any doubt that I am doing what I truly believe to be right.

I am dyslexic and asthmatic… Life is not perfect, but despite all the odds I have managed to get out into life and live it that way I have chosen to live. This is my badge of courage, my recognition of my worth as a human being, that I have always been prepared to stand up and be counted.

If I have seen a wrong, I have tried in my way to correct it. And I have seen many wrongs, and I have suffered for my defiance in the face of authority. This is my story, it involves inner experiences, outer experiences from what appear to be UFO’s… I have travelled the world, I have spoken to thousands. I have invested my own time and money to print books, to help with blockades, to stand up for what I see is right.

In my life I have turned a barren acreage into a beautiful garden. It was the only request my woman had of me when we were came together … To live in a beautiful garden. And this I have done. Now I bring people here to demonstrate the beauty of living in a garden, of living in accord with nature.

Because until people experience this, it is a little like what Jesus said "Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do." I want to show people my garden so that their eyes can open, and they can see a new way to live their life. But one day a few years ago my life was turned on its head, and my very experience of life was changed forever.

It started with an experience of the Divine, and a confrontation with greedy multi nationals that care nothing for the planet, the people, of the effects of their actions. This is the disgusting Cyanide leaching of Gold in the Sacred Mountain of Timbarra, one of the most sacred sites of the Aboriginal culture.

As a result of what you will soon read, I intend (If given permission by the Bungalung elders) to begin to baptize people in the Sacred Waters of the Timbarra Mountain. This is not to say I am some great "priest" but a way of communicating directly to people that this is SACRED WATER, and two tonnes of Cyanide every week into the water table at Timbarra is simply not acceptable… It is a crime against Humanity. But read my story, and write and tell me what you feel. This is my story. It is the truth as I see it, and I wish you the best whatever you choose to believe at the end of it.

This journey started in November 1995 just before the Full Moon. I traveled with several people on a cross country trek on our horses. Bo Carn, a rock singer who lives on the North Coast of New South Wales, Australia… A lady called Mocksha, another man called Ra and a young boy called Kya and myself … We all rode horses from a place called Wadesville, near Nimbin New South Wales, to the sacred waters of the Tyagarah Tea Tree Lakes.

We rode up to Tuntable Falls, through the rainforest, up to Terania and up through the Whian Whian State Forest. Our son was conceived in this forest during a blockade against logging there many years ago. It was a journey of many miles, but through forest pretty much the entire way.

We rode up to visit a friend called Paul, who lives at the Rainbow Temple in the forests there. He helped us feed and look after the horse, and the next day we rode up to Tyagarah which is a beautiful place. We arrived there on the day of the Full Moon, and cooled off in a Tea Tree lake there. The Osho people had a property there, and we made camp and agisted the horses on their property, and watched the November Full Moon rise.

Gitte, a friend, came along with a support van with food for us, and for the horses and looked after us wonderfully. UFO’s came up in conversation, and with no warning a star seemed to come from the North. It was a perfectly clear night, with the Full Moon, and this "star" seemed to be coming towards us. It was an orange colour, and grew to be a large image before us… Like a Moon that came down to visit, and take a closer look.

I asked those beside me "Did you see that?" and they all said "Yes". It was like the universe was moving for a moment, just for us. And then many "lights" appeared and swam towards this central light. Nothing else happened, but for those few seconds, maybe minutes, there was a swarm of these Orange Lights that we all saw.

We were all utterly amazed at this strange occurrence, but saw no reason for it. To make sure you understand, at that time I had absolutely no influence of any drug in my system. I had been training for my Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do and was completely clean and clear. There seemed no reason for this strange manifestation of light, but we all saw it.

That night as I lay sleeping I woke to the most incredible dream. I was before this gigantic wave of water, that was full of all sorts of bits of rubbish… Cigarette packets and stubs, and all sorts of junk. I knew I was in the dream and I asked "When is this water coming?"

I felt the wind blowing through my beard, and I thought, in a wry humour "Just like Moses!" … And there a friend of mine David Christmas was standing besides me… And it seemed to be telling me "April March Christmas" I was not sure what this meant, but I told others of my dream, and they felt they needed to go home and fix their roofs and collect their firewood… I can’t say exactly what the dream meant at that time.

This was in November 1995. This was the time the extraordinary experience with the UFO came about.

I arrived back and went to the Mebbin State Forest where there was a blockade in the Border Ranges area where there was going to be some logging. Because of my dream, I told the people that I believed a lot of water was coming, and soon after this experience with the we had a very intense six days of rain. I suspect it was more than just rain, but this understanding was to come later.

It culminated at a festival called "Mardi Grass" in Nimbin where my photo was taken with my son on the 7^th May. In fact, for some reason I could not explain, all these people were coming up and taking our picture, like we were movie stars or something. Somehow, something was communicating with people at a level I did not understand.

I have come to realize that somehow my experience with the aliens was speaking to people on a subtle level. In some way people sensed there was something interesting here and they wanted to connect. Soon after this another extraordinary event occurred.

It is now the 26^th May 1996… I meet three Danish men in Nimbin, and I invite them back to help on the farm, and if they wished to stay there I had an open door policy to farm helpers. Many people stay there and I teach Wu Style Tai Chi, so it is not unusual for me to have visitors.

But on the night of their visit another visitation occurred. At first the Danish fellows saw it, then as I looked above my head where they were looking I saw a "thing" come over at tree top level, and it was huge. A huge Golden Light that traveled directly over head.

At first it looked like a sparkling ball of light, a bell shaped object that made no noise…

We were all going "wow!" and were completely blown away… And that night something beautiful happened. Perhaps the UFO came back, but I got a VERY clear message came to me in the dream state. Voices came to me, and spoke of the year 50,000. They said "You have to go to Israel"… They also said that the Earth was to be a Garden.

The voices also told me that we needed to develop permaculture cities, based on renewable resources such as the Hemp Plant, and I saw that we could walk through a sort of tunnel and go straight to this place if we chose. It was the Year 50,000 … But we didn’t have to wait all this time to bring ourselves to this point of balance.

Then I merged into a golden light, and I looked down into it, and I saw all these Golden babies that WERE this Golden Light… Something touched me deeply, and I started crying and crying. It was an amazingly beautiful experience, and my heart opened wide with an extraordinary sense of love.

More than this… I recognized this Golden Light. So many years ago I realized that the Inner Meeting that I had with that beautiful woman called Eve, the one who passed away and came back to greet me… This was the SAME light. I realized at that point what these Golden Lights really were… These are the children of Love who want to come and live on this planet. And there is so much Love here, waiting for us. Bu they need people to hold open the door for them to step through.

Just as I had met my children on the inner worlds before they were born, I was being introduced to a possibility for this planet… But what was I to do about it?

Then I woke up and told my partner, Gitte, that I had been told to go to Israel. It seemed nonsense, but I had had experiences of Astral traveling when I was about 30, so I knew there were such things as "other" realities. Clearly my experience with Eve was a preparation for me to be able accept in some way these Golden Children, but I really had no idea of what I was to do, or any sense of what it was all about.

Then a few days later, on the 29^th of May 1996 the Australian Broadcasting Commission (The ABC is a National free to air television station in Australia) had this telecast that half of Israel was on the roof tops waiting for aliens to land… This was when I had the idea to put my postcard together. I don’t know why, but I had an urge to just do it. This is the same image that is used on the cover of this book. I guess it was my way of trying to communicate to the world the importance of self sufficiency, and hopefully raise the money to get to Israel. I said that if the money came, it would get me to Israel.

Almost miraculously, this postcard has now traveled around the world and ended up being the fastest selling postcard on the North Coast. I sent a copy off to President Clinton, Nelson Mandella and all sorts of famous people. It has become my calling card, and I have been amazed with the number of people who come up and recognize me from this little postcard. People from all over the world have seen it.

It was around this time that I was approached and presented with a suggestion that was to change my life. I was at the Channon Market, and there I was asked by a friend of mine from the Bunjalung Tribe, an Elder by the name of David Mundine (The brother of the famous boxer) to help out with the protest at Timbarra Mountain.

He told me about Timbarra, how sacred it was to the Aborigine people. He told me how important it is to the Aborigine and, in their belief, to the entire world. To them it is virtually the same as Saint Paul’s to the Anglicans, or the Vatican to the Catholics. I told him that I had heard of how the protesters up there had been beaten by the police and the security of guards, but what struck me most was that David Mundine was the caretaker of this Sacred Mountain, and he asked me to help out.

On instinct I accepted his request and said I would do what I could. He then issued me with a card that in the eyes of the Aboriginal people was effectively my passport to the mountain.

Getting involved in the protest brought me first of all to the Tenterfield Court house. I went with the actor Bo Carn, and as we sat there we heard how protesters were being beaten by the police, and how the cyanide was being used to pollute the environment. Two Tons a day were expected to be leached into the environment at this sacred site.

This was utterly outrageous. We could not allow something like this to happen… It was completely unacceptable to my sense of humanity, and so Bo and some friends, and myself … We all went up top the Security Gate at Timbarra to ask what was happening. We all went up to the Mine to see for ourselves what the situation was… We found the road there to be blocked with a large metal gate, which was not legal as this was a public road.

I didn’t realize at the time how deeply I was to become involved in this protest, and how deeply it touched on the core of my beliefs… But suddenly the message from the Golden Children came into focus… Water… The Sacred Water of the Timbarra Mountain… It really IS more important than the Gold that is being extracted. Water is far more important that the pollution and explosives Ross Mining are using just to satisfy their simple corporate greed.

At that point it dawned on me that part of the reason I was here was, in truth, because these Golden Children had called me. The 'official" invitation may have come from one of the Local Guardians of the Forests, but the 'inner' call had come straight from the Golden Ones.

Here my past experience in Security and crowd control began to have an influence. I went to the gate, and approached the security guards, asking them for names and identification. In the past I have worked as a Security Guard, and I know the regulations… You MUST provide clear identity when requested, and you MUST show on your person a photo Identification. It is a legal requirement that a security guard must provide these details, but they failed to do so despite my repeated requests.

This is all on video. This video has been shown to Police, but they continue to refuse to act on this clear breach of the Law. By report, Security Guards at Timbarra continue to flout the Law in this manner.

But what did this really mean? It meant that these were little more than paid thugs, and not registered security personal at all. During the confrontation (All of this can be seen with the video footage we took at the gate) the guards attacked me from behind. I defended myself, as I had extensive martial arts training, and suffered only minor harm. But later I heard on the news that it was reported that I had attacked all these guards.

They had tried to steal my car, and I defended my property while one of them attacked me from behind (I had a video camera on my shoulder at the time, and have video footage of the entire process)

I went back, and spoke to the ABC who were there, and then the Police turned up and arrested me for assault (Again all of this is on video footage). I was left for one hour in Summer Heat at the back of a paddy wagon. I was left there without water, and finally arrested and charged. Then I was detained in a cell for some five hours.

A man named Peter Pumpkin was also there, and he tried to support me by actually picking a fight with a police officer so that he would be thrown into the van with me. I thank him to this day for the kindness and courage of spirit he has. He is particularly concerned about the mine as his property lies beside the Mountain and he is the first person to receive the polluted waters. Still, not many people will put themselves out, but I guess Peter realized that I stood a better chance of not getting beaten up if I had company.

In the Tenterfield Court I was found guilty of assault, even though the Judge recognized that the Security Guards were telling lies. That was when I went up into Timbarra, a six hour climb, so I could get footage of what was happening on the site. I slept overnight and took the footage back to the TV stations.

But no one was particularly interested. For some reason something that would normally be newsworthy was completely ignored. So I went with a man called "Zeff" secretly up into the Timbarra country, wearing army fatigues. A huge Eagle swooped down on us, and we felt incredibly tense, like we were being watched… Then Zeff said "We are being watched!" and I sort of had a minor heart attack… But then Zeff explained we were being watched by the spirits of the Mountain.

I thought "You Bastard!" But that is just the way with Australian humour. Anyway, we went up there and got the footage, and this time the TV stations showed the footage we provided. It was an ugly site, this sacred mountain polluted with open cut mines and cyanide pits. They have put the cyanide pits right beside the flow way to the river… Incredible, but true.

More than this… Up on this mountain there are incredible boulders… Huge boulders that are balanced up there in the highlands. The explosives will shake the ground, and it is likely that these great boulders, which are sacred to the Bunjalung will come tumbling down.

Until I got to this site, now CLOSED to the public, I didn’t realize how sacred it was. I didn’t realize how powerful the presence of the spirit forces in this area was, and finally I came to understand why this was SO important to the Bunjalung. This is why this book is being written, this was why I was there, this was why the Golden Children had come to me. I had a part to play here.

How dare a private company lock up sacred sites like this. How dare the government permit the wishes of the native race of this country to be ignored so blatantly! I was incensed that a company such as Ross Mining could even be permitted to be in such a place, let alone mine it and pollute the river.

Finally the TV stations seemed to have an interest in our protest, and the new footage we took down was aired by several stations. This gave some encouragement, and we went ahead with further protests.

We tried further blockades of the road, but people kept getting arrested. The authorities just didn’t want to hear that the Aborigine believe that this Mountain is the first Sacred Mountain, where the first waters emerged from the Planet in ancient times.

We kept up our activity on the mountain roads, but now blockades were met with Logs across the roads, and large boulders, some of them so large it needed a truck to shift. I nearly lost his truck over the side of the cliff, so we called it a day, but there were still boulders, some the size of the truck across the road. It needs to be stressed that this is a PUBLIC road, and the water from the mountain is PUBLIC water. But the PUBLIC have no rights here? … It is simply not right.

More than this, these boulders came directly from the Mine at Timbarra, and were moved into place by the workers at Timbarra and the Mine Machinery. This means that the police knew public roads were being blocked for the benefit of a Private Company, and did nothing about it. In effect, the Police and the Authorities condoned this action.

Protesters had set up a camp up off the roads in the forests, and my role was to provide support and supplies to the people fighting this madness, but the authorities made life as hard as possible for us. There seemed to be only one goal, which was to get rid of us in any way possible.

Our paths were obstructed, roads were closed with rocks and trees, and every effort we made to reach the people protesting with simple things like food and clothing were obstructed.

Boulders and logs across public roads? … Public Roads and Public Forest are to be accessible by anyone at any time in Australia… It is a public right and it is simply a pollution of public rights to do what Ross Mining was doing in order to keep the protesters out. But when we went and complained to the courts and to the police we could get no legal support in order to get these boulders removed.

We moved as many as we could, but after my car was almost lost over the side of a cliff trying to move one of the very large ones, we decided that if we could not move them, we would use them for our protest. So, with the large rocks we could not remove, we painted "Land Mines" and "Fat Cat" and "OM" Signs over the rocks.

That seemed to do something…After our enquiries we returned to the site the next day, and discovered that all the rocks had been removed. Not that the police would do anything, but mysteriously things were happening behind the scenes.

This was when Peter Pumpkin became involved more seriously. He lives adjacent to this side, and was concerned with the Cyanide, as he uses the water for personal purposes. We all went back up the hill, but this time a huge iron gate was across the road. This time we had enough of this, so we went and put on our balaclava’s and Peter Pumpkin said "You are not going to let a gate stop you Rusty?"

And we all said "No way!" We got crow bars and digging tools, and made sure we filmed the event. We used the lights of the truck to shine the way, and after about an hour of work (In full sight of the security guards) we removed the gate from the road.

Finally a policeman (Named in my Court Statements) turned up and asked "Are you having fun?" He would not arrest us, but neither would he let us go. In the back ground friends were making "cuckoo" noises in the bush that pretty much frightened them… Finally I said "You either must arrest us or let us drive down this road."

They were very agitated, but eventually they let us go. This was after several hours of communication over the police two way as to what the police could do. And really, what was this for? It was a public Road obstructed with an illegal structure. We had committed no crime, yet were being illegally detained. Finally we could leave… It was said to us, however, that we could not travel down the Timbarra Road, or we would be arrested.

So we set up a protest on the public road. We set up tripods and sought to form a blockade on a section of the road… As a result, more Police turned up to remove the structures and tripods we set up.

(The writer has seen the video footage of this, and the police were physically manhandling the protesters and digging up their protest blockades with crowbars. It is not usual for Police to do this sort of work themselves, and at no time did they indicate they were on official police business, or just hired as off duty police.)

The Police were apparently conciliatory, and though they removed the protesters, they suggested we have a meeting in town the following Monday. Somehow I felt things were not as they appeared… Inspector Brown was in charge of this, and in private meetings with this fellow in the past I had stressed the problems, legal and otherwise… However he chose to completely ignore all the security breaches and the beatings.

Scientists and Botanists were going to go to the meeting, but I had a sense that something was not right. I went back to the base camp, intending to return that Monday, and a lot of protesters were there, drumming and singing. They wanted to get back up there. I was home that Sunday, and decided to cast the Rune Stones, and this time it came up with "destruction" … I went back, not knowing what to expect.

I met the Botanist, and asked what happened at the meeting, and he said "There was no meeting." It seemed it was all just a ploy to get people off the mountain. As we went to move back up the mountain this was when it really began happening… The Miners and security people began cutting down the trees in the public forests.

A helicopter flew low over head, and then trees started falling over the track before and behind us. This was Darcy’s Hill which is a public access road, a horse trail open to everyone.

We moved the logs one by one. Further ahead another group called the "Peatrees" were attacked by Security people. Apparently they tried to run them over with 4 wheel drives to get them out of the forests. Then a fire was started, and it appeared that the Mining Company was purposely staring these.

This is highly illegal… You are not allowed to log public forest in Australia, let alone wantonly light fires that presented a public risk. So Hawk went up to demand and answer as to what they were doing. He never guessed that standing there alone these thugs would set themselves upon him, and beat him up so badly that he would have to go into hospital.

Now we had a chain saw, but there were so MANY trees being felled that the saw was getting blunt. This went on for hours, and they began to log trees behind us as well… We were effectively trapped.

We were trying to get supplies up to the protesters further up the track, so we went to see the miners and security people to try and tell them that all we wanted to do was to get some food up to the people. It was then we were attacked. Two men attacked Hawk, and then when I went to help him, I was attacked by SIX men with lumps of wood. They were really savage. I had splinters of wood in my back from the attack, and severe bruising all over my body.

When I realized these people wanted to harm, possibly kill us, I pulled out a hunting knife, and said "Fuck You!". Suddenly the miners realized we were serious, and they ran away. I went up to Hawk, and it appeared he was badly hurt. He was calling out "My back, my back"

He had whip marks all over him, and could hardly walk (There are photos on file clearly showing these marks)

We carried him out, and the girls there were very scared, so I thought it best for us to take us all to the hospital and then make a statement to the police. We then phoned our lawyers, and they told us to log our claims with the Police… But when we went back to the police to log our statements they simply said "It is too late now, come back in the morning." They said we needed to bring witnesses, which we did the next day, but even so absolutely nothing has been done to this day.

It is incredible, the brutal assault of peaceful protesters, the illegal felling of trees, the attempted murder and entrapment, the obstruction of public roads… All of this was COMPLETELY ignored by the Tenterfield Police. These people working for Ross Mining could threaten and beat up peaceful protesters, and NOTHING would be done about it. I felt I was living in a third world country, where the people have NO RIGHTS.

I was sickened to my very heart that in this country, this supposed democracy that such violence and ignorance could go unaccounted for, and apparently be quite acceptable to the authorities. I looked up to the sky and said, "If you want me to go to Israel, to tell this story, you are going to have to pick me up and take me there!" I realized I need some sort of sign, so I asked "Hey… Send me a guide, someone to show the way."

It was then that things started moving. I have been to several court cases where people had grievances against Ross Mining. At one of them a woman who was also called "Ev" came to me and said "I am going to go to Israel with the band."

"What Band?" I asked … But secretly I was thinking… A woman by the name of Eve appeared to me a a Golden Child. This was in many ways the start of this journey, and now a woman called "Ev" appears and wants me to go to Israel? My ears were burning.

"The River Roots Band!"

I was stunned… This was the band that was performing at Timbarra for the protesters. It was the sign AND the guide I was looking for… I told her of my experience and she said she would help. She spoke Hebrew and was willing to be my guide!

It all seemed a clear message that this was now the time to go to Israel… And then I realized the message of why I had to go to Israel… To talk about the Holy Mountain, Timbarra.

So I booked my flight, and went to Israel. I went completely on faith, knowing that there were problems that may erupt in my own family, but I had to go. I could not turn back from what appeared to me to be almost a holy mission. I had no idea how all this was going to work out, but a door had opened, and I was walking through. This was my way of saying "OK God… Show me YOUR way of doing things."

This was the 20^th May 1999. Landing at the stopover in Bangkok I guess the authorities thought the long hair, the beard, and the wild man that was me walking through the doors was a little suspicious… The customs folk there really wanted to know why I wanted to go to Israel… I thought it best not to say I was told to go there by UFO people, and that I wanted to tell the story of Timbarra, and that I hated Ross Mining…. So I just said I was on holiday.

But they searched me anyway. And later when I was leaving they searched me again… So, when I was finally leaving I invited them all to visit me at Wadeville. After all, we were such good friends by now!

At Israel I was questioned and searched again, and once more I said I was just there to see the River Roots Band, and finally they let me through. Amazing how such a thing as appearance can affect people so much. If I was there in a suit and tie no one would have asked.

Then I was taken to the hotel on the Sea of Galilee run by a man called "Moses" … You like that one? This was where the River Roots band were staying. Anyway, I was staying there, handing out my postcard, and generally having an amazing time.

It was here that I met "Ev" once more. She and her friend took me to a flat in Tel Aviv and we slept there. Then, after a few days, someone came and said to me "There is someone of the phone and they want to talk to you. They are having a conference on UFO’s." It seemed like destiny was calling, so I just followed.

I spoke to the fellow, and was invited up to their conference, and so this was where I got to tell my story to hundreds of people. I spoke of my experiences with the UFO’s and with Timbarra, and Ev (My friend who mentioned the River Roots Band in Australia) translated my talk.

It was incredibly well received, and though I was very shy, it seemed that my words were well received. Later Ev and I went up to see the River Roots Band again, staying at their place. And soon after this we went up to the festival, which was guarded heavily, with high wire and guns. But what struck me most was the amazingly stony ground. (I come from an incredibly lush place, so this really hit me)

There was no water other than water you could purchase. What a fitting place for my message… But how on Earth was I going to give it out? I had no idea at all how this was going to unfold.

Somehow I was let into this festival for no charge, and I can’t explain how this came about as everyone else had to pay. But they gave me an armband and let me in. Once inside I was astonished… I saw amazing high scaffolding and this HUGE stage, bigger than anything I had ever seen. I noticed the scaffold had no flags on it… And so I was inspired to take the rainbow flag, which is a flag with the planet Earth and the sacred Rainbow on it that we use here in Nimbin and which we used at Timbarra… I got some pipe and wire, and I started climbing up the scaffolding. As if it was a clue that I was doing the right thing, as I climbed a Didgeridoo started playing…

I could see the entire festival from up there, the bamboo huts that were the market place at the back, all the thousands of people, and all the rocks… Everywhere there were rocks. It was a very dry, very hard land, and it really emphasized for me my message that Water was more precious than Gold.

And then on the way down one of the band members of the famous Australian Band, Kangaroo Moon, called out "Rusty Rusty!" It was an amazing coincidence… And I was invited to stay with them while I was there…

It was at there camp, set amidst rocks (A rock concert indeed!) and I set up a sign… I had to get my message out, so I painted the message. " TIMBARRA! Water… More precious than Gold" And I started dancing and talking to people, and when I was up the back of the performance area, I noticed that the sign was not so clear. I decided to put it in a more prominent position. I had to get the message up to a more prominent position, so I went right up to the stage.

It was then a film crew came up and wanted to talk to me, and somehow I ended up on the stage talking to Twenty thousand people. I carried my sign "Water… More precious than Gold" with me, and I pointed out to the flag I had set up on the scaffolding.

I was asked to speak… I had no idea what I was going to say, but it was clear I was to say something… So I looked up and saw the flag I had set up there earlier. I said, looking upwards, "This is the flag of Nimbin. We flew this flag at Timbarra, and this (pointing to my sign) is the message from Timbarra, the Sacred Mountain of the Aboriginal people.

"A mining company is currently seeking to mine gold there, and will be putting two tons of cyanide into the sacred waters… It is simply GREED. These Sacred Waters the Aboriginal believe are the first waters ever to flow on Planet Earth, and this is a desecration of their most sacred land. The place of the Bunjalung, the place of the Dreaming, is being polluted by greed."

I then told them of my experiences with the Golden Light and what the golden children told me … It is such a simple message "The earth is meant to be a garden. We need to build permaculture cities. We must learn to use the properties of the Hemp Plant to aid in the construction of these cities." (Hemp is the most incredibly useful plant, and has such a wide variety of applications that it is astonishing that it is banned)

I then struck up the song of Timbarra, which goes (In brief)…

"We love our Mother Earth

For what she’s really worth

The story should be told

That Water is more Precious than Gold"

Well… The crowd went ballistic, they all went crazy! People from all around the world were crying and saying this was the most important message they had received. Something from my simple words hit a chord in their hearts. The cheering was intense, but for me, my message was given so I got myself out of there. Afterwards I went with my friend Moses (From the hotel) and he took me to see a Holy man… I was taken to see a Cabbalistic Holy Man who sat and chanted some ancient chant for hours until dawn.

I don’t know why this happened, but again, it seems that something about my story touches people in the oddest of ways. Many times I feel that my role is simply to watch the magic unfold, and trust that whatever it is that is guiding me is also touching those around me.

It was at that time that a beautiful golden woman came up to me… She was like an angel, and she started telling me things about myself no one else could have known. She told me to keep telling my story, even though many may not believe it, and that it was important.

After this Moses took me to a beach and an old sandstone building that was half ruined… It was incredibly hot, and we were swimming. I was doing my Tai Chi and practicing my Capuera (An old Brazilian martial art form that looks like a dance)… And then some Palestinians came up and asked "What are you doing?"

The girls put on their clothes, as they felt very self conscious, The Palestinians had guard dogs and appeared quite unpleasant… But later as I was doing my capuera exercises they got interested again, and a dialogue began to open up between us. And then the Israelites nearby got involved in the process of my story, and a great thing happened there on that beach

Without even realizing it Israelites and Palestinians got to meet harmoniously… we got to start a dialogue… to start talking… I told them my story, and it all seemed a symbol of what might be possible when we stop and listen and communicate.

We all went back to the Sea of Galilee, meeting the band members of the River Roots Band again, and generally hanging out.

Later, when I was making ready to go home, the Israeli holy man called Eliahu came up to me again, and took me to some sacred places. One of them was the place where Jesus was crucified. At one of these sacred sites I took my shoes off (As a mark of respect) it struck some of the locals, and they asked me what I was doing, was I Jewish, and what my religion is.

I simply said "I am here because of these Golden Light that came out of the Sky, and the Golden Children I saw in a dream. These are the Golden Children who came into my Being." And they really wanted to know my story. Then they took me to the wall where I offered up this prayer.

"There is only one light, the true light

It is within me and acts only for my highest good

Oh lord of the Universe, Lord of things seen and unseen

Thank you for my family

Please help me to become a better person.

Thank you for the food you have given me

Thank you for this holy place"

And the wall started vibrating… I can't say if anyone else felt it, but I most certainly did. The Wailing Wall began to vibrate with the prayer I offered.

Then Eliahu took me to a sacred place near the wall where a spring had started coming up. I was taken inside, where the spring flowed, and I said under a sense of inspiration. "This is a symbol that we are all connected. This water is the same as the water from the Sacred Mountain of Timbarra."

After this I met a fellow called Peter (I thought of him as Peter the Fisherman) and he looked after me. I was staying at his place near the Sea of Galilee, and all this time you could see the jets flying over, going over to bomb Lebanon… It was a very intense energy, looking over the Sea of Galilee. All the time I was handing out my postcard and inviting people back to the Rainbow Gathering at the turn of the Millennium.

I even met this fellow who recognized the postcard from where he saw it on a German Taxi drivers taxi… It seemed to be reaching all over the world of its own accord.

Then a deep sense of homesickness came over me, and I knew I had to go home. And staying in an awful hotel in Tel Aviv I had a dream where a woman’s voice said "You will be murdered in three weeks… So I immediately decided to get away if I could, even though I had initially planned to stay until World Environment Day.

Even though I feared the result of the dream, I asked, "If it is to be, let it be quick.". I continued telling my story while waiting for the travel arrangements to allow me to leave the country, and this took a little time.

I took the bus back to Tel Aviv and stayed over night in this horrible part of town where drunks and all sorts of people lived in abject misery. It was a terrible sight, and increased my sense of having to get back, and I was beginning to feel very ill. This was a Saturday, and I was trying to convince people at the airline office to shift the date for the flight home from Thursday to today… But they couldn’t do it.

I found a place near a beach nearby that wasn’t too bad, and bumped into the River Roots band and Ev again. They took me to a place, a huge tent that was a restaurant… and it was very healing… But when I went outside to have a pee I looked up and saw this huge light in the sky that split into three in the sky. I told people inside, and they said "Probably an army thing."

When I finally did get to the airport, I was questioned by the Israeli police all day, asking "Why are you leaving? Is this your bag?" and odd questions. They seemed paranoid that someone might have a bomb. I didn’t understand this at the time, all I wanted was to go home. There seemed deep suspicions from the authorities in regards myself, for no apparent reason. Plus I knew something was wrong at home, and I really wanted to just get away.

Anyway, I began singing my song at the airport before I left… This was the song I sang:

So there is a light at the end of the tunnel

And that’s a garden yeah

It’s a garden yeah

So you better wake up before it is too late

For the birds and the bees and the butterflies are

more precious than the gold yeah

more precious than the gold yeah

So you better wake up before it is too late

Well the dolphins and the whales and the fishes in the sea are

more precious than the gold yeah

more precious than the gold yeah

So you better wake up before it is too late

Well you and I and the Garden of Love

more precious than the gold yeah

more precious than the gold yeah

So you better wake up before it is too late

We are a seed of life in the universe

more precious than the gold yeah

more precious than the gold yeah

So you better wake up before it is too late

So there is a light in the end of the tunnel

And it’s a garden yeah

It’s a garden yeah

more precious than the gold yeah

more precious than the gold yeah

So you better wake up before it is too late

Well the Rain bow man is coming along

UFO lights the sky

more precious than the gold yeah

more precious than the gold yeah

So you better wake up before it is too late

Yeah you and I and the garden of Love

more precious than the gold yeah

more precious than the gold yeah

So you better wake up before it is too late

Well the water is more precious than the gold yeah

So you better wake up, before it's too late.

I had a little bouncing ball of the Earth, and I was bouncing this at the airport. So this Rabbi man called me over and asked "Would you like to pray?"

I said "Sure"

He asked "Are you Jewish?"

I said "Well this light came down from the sky, this Golden Light… And these Golden Children came and told me to come here."

I had some change in my bag, and was going to get something to eat, but there was a large queue. Then the Call came to board my plane, so I gave the change to the Rabbi and left the country.

And when I landed back in Australia, there was no one there. I heard my name being called over the two way, and I began to panic… Then a friend turned up and said "Your wife has had an accident, but the children and she are OK."

I thought this was pretty much the end of the story, but when I got back and began talking to friends, I discovered that on the SAME DATE that we all saw the Lights in the sky, many other people began telling me that they too saw the Golden Light.

I began to realize that even though I thought the experience was for me to tell the world, a lot of people were all having this same experience in one way of another. I realized that the message I received was for a larger audience, and to begin telling people to prepare for the year 50,000.

The bullshit has to stop, and the people who understand need to get together and start working to create a better world of sharing and abundance. Greed, such as the greed of companies that destroy sacred sites, this cannot continue… But the ONLY way we can stop it is to have people as a group decide it is no longer the way to go.

We all breath the same air, we are all on this planet together, a seed of life in the Universe. My love for God, my belief that I was guided made me give up what I had, and go to Israel. I risked my life and my family on this opening the Gods provided, and I walked through willingly. I now have my family back, but we went through some hard times in trying to sort things out. That’s another story, of course, but the message is the same, we have to risk something in order to gain our truth.

My truth is very simple. Water is more precious than the Gold.

But this can only come about when people undergo a change of consciousness. We can live in harmony on this Planet, but we can only achieve this when the ordinary person learns to live in a harmonious relationship with the planet. We need to produce products that benefit all, and not products that destroy environment.

Sustainable agriculture and technologies that complement our lives rather than overcome us are what we need. Computers are fine, and useful. Mining is fine if it is done responsibly… I am not against progress, the government or the economy, and I am not asking people to turn their backs on washing machines… I am just asking that people consider the alternatives to working 9 to 5 and supporting a greed environment.

This can only be done if people work together… We can create communities where we can help homeless people find their feet, create housing and lifestyles for ourselves, and generate income from the land, the internet and from our skills. We need to create new centers of culture where self sufficiency and connecting with the world meet.

Here is where the message of the Golden Children seems to be evolving… The creation of self sustaining permaculture based communities that can grow into their own cities over the course of time.

Currently we have children starving in the streets, and cows grazing on the best agricultural land… Cows have the best real estate, while humans are living in squalor? It just does not have to be this way. We have in Australia Community and Group Titles that allow large acreage properties to sustain multiple dwellings, and we have the Internet and new forms of marketing that allow art and creative ventures to reach the world market.

I know elsewhere in the world such a thing is also possible, where a body of committed people can incorporate and develop their own private village for the betterment of all. Buckminster Fuller developed this concept in his own way, and I suspect his vision is not all that different from mine. Developing harmonious human environments that work with nature, the landscape and life, rather than against it, as is so often the case with our cities.

We CAN create permaculture cities, where all you have to do is to walk outside to grab a fresh, succulent piece of fruit that is given to us by the Earth. It will cost us nothing but a little effort. We CAN create inexpensive housing where the local community helps build each others homes, and where support for each other is the norm. We CAN get back to the village, back to the Garden, back to community where we are nourished and sustained, and where our children can grow up free of mental and environmental pollution.

We CAN create our own schools where we can teach our children the values we see as important… We CAN create what we choose… But we have to start. We have to work together. This is my understanding of the message from the Golden Children… That they are not so much "aliens" but SOULS who are waiting to come to Planet Earth…

But they can only come when the conditions are right. These are Sacred Souls who have a job to fulfil, but we have to prepare the garden for them to grow up in, to live in, to play in, in order for them to want to be here.

Somehow in the headlong rush into the next millennium, so many of us have forgotten the power and joy of PLAY. Of simple friendship, of simple things like the sun on our face and the wind in our hair. We have gotten so caught up in the trivial, that we have come to believe it to be important.

But what is important? Our children? The life we choose to live? Our time? In a village that supports itself with food, and which provides goods and services needed by others, we create a support community where life can carry on with a high degree of dignity and freedom.

I believe this to be important, and I ask you to consider this as a future to think about… But first we have to understand some very basic things about life and about ourselves. If we are motivated by Greed… If the Gold is the most important thing in our lives, then we shall be divided from our fellows.

We CAN stop the rampant mining of sacred sites, but only if we pool resources and fight the mining companies in the courts. It is expensive, but attacking and defending one site only means that the mining will turn up somewhere else. Beat them in court, set legal precedents, and we attack them where it is harder to defend themselves, and we ensure a more balanced role of mining in our community.

Again… We are NOT against mining. Just stupid mining that is unnecessary and where the company blatantly disregards human rights.

We have to work together to create a better world… No one person can do it. It cannot be otherwise. The need for competition and conflict will always exist to some degree… And I am not saying this is wrong, only that it is not harmonious. Some people like an argument, it is the way they prove themselves to the world. But really, when it comes to raising our children, what do we really want?

Harmony, balance, peace, freedom. These things are hard to attain stuck out there in the suburbs, all on our own. We tend to feed into ourselves with misery and unhappiness when left on our own too long… We tend to need entertainment to remove our sense of isolation. But moving back to the village, moving back to the tribe, we find the sense of isolation lifts, and the sense of community begins.

Darwin says we are descended from the apes… Well… Maybe they are higher up the evolutionary scale than we are, because at least they get along with each other in a community that supports itself.

I have spent years turning a black paddock of 16 acres into a garden… Now I live surrounded by a garden, and I wake every morning to a sense of joy and well being. I know how good this feels, to have family, to have friends, to have some freedom… And I would love, deeply love for other people to experience this same sense of deep well being.

The message given to me by the Golden Children has touched the very heart of my being, but it is something that I grew into an understanding of. At first I thought that the dirty wave was water falling as rain... Now I see it as more a wave of energy, a wave of polluted energy that is sweeping the planet at the moment.

This wave is greed, anger, vanity, hate, lust but most of all… an attachment to the dream of Gold being the most important thing. It is not… Water is more precious than Gold. Freedom is more important that greed, love is more important than Vanity, friendship is more important than hate, and a deep sense of connection with a loved one breaks up the needs and wants of lust.

We humans need to support each other. The world is a hard place, and on our own we are vulnerable. We NEED community, we NEED each other. Most of all, we need ourselves… But we can only find ourselves with the support and love of those who have traveled that path of freedom.

If we can set up a vanguard, a place of worship of nature, a permaculture city… Then we can take some of the homeless, and abused and those broken by the hard realities of life, and give them hope, give them a place to rebuild. And who knows, from there they might grow strong enough to start their own cities, their own sanctuaries of peace and freedom where they too can help in healing the planet and the human race.

Rusty Harris