The world is now far too dangerous for anything less than Utopia.—Buckminster Fuller

We are Beta Testing from our new European location.

Pretty excited about it here, and hope you will give it a listen!

Here are the addresses to connect with the station. You have to paste them into winamp, itunes or what ever player you use.

High End 128k: (DSL- Cable)

http://87.194.36.124:8000/radio

Low End 56k: (Dial Up)

http://87.194.36.124:8001/radio-low

Please give it a go, and remember it is still in test mode. More Coming.

Off to work soon, finishing up a project around the corner. Hot here in Portland, but the leaves are starting to turn.

One Love,

G

On the Menu

The Links

The Quotes

Peter Eglington: Visionary Artist of Byron Bay

Zen Tales…Stingy in Teaching

Poetry: Nick Drake

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The Links:

Hook It Up To Wifi and you can listen to Earthrites Radio!

A Law Unto Herself

The Numbers Crop Circle

Seniors thought pot plant was ‘attractive weed’

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The Quotes:

“There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.”

“An expert is a person who avoids small error as he sweeps on to the grand fallacy.”

“Oh, come on. If you can’t laugh at the walking dead, who can you laugh at?”

“Most conversations are simply monologues delivered in the presence of witnesses.”

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Peter Eglington: Visionary Artist of Byron Bay

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Stingy in Teaching

A young physician in Tokyo named Kusuda met a college friend who had been studying Zen. The young doctor asked him what Zen was.

“I cannot tell you what it is,” the friend replied, “but one thing is certain. If you understand Zen, you will not be afraid to die.”

“That’s fine,” said Kusuda. “I will try it. Where can I find a teacher?”

“Go to the master Nan-in,” the friend told him.

So Kusuda went to call on Nan-in. He carried a dagger nine and a half inches long to determine whether or not the teacher was afraid to die.

When Nan-in saw Kusuda he exclaimed: “Hello, friend. How are you? We haven’t seen each other for a long time!”

This perplexed Kusuda, who replied: “We have never met before.”

“That’s right,” answered Nan-in. “I mistook you for another physician who is receiving instruction here.”

With such a begining, Kusuda lost his chance to test the master, so reluctantly he asked if he might receive instruction.

Nan-in said: “Zen is not a difficult task. If you are a physician, treat your patients with kindness. That is Zen.”

Kusuda visited Nan-in three times. Each time Nan-in told him the samething. “A physician should not waste time around here. Go home and take care of your patients.”

It was not clear to Kusuda how such teaching could remove the fear of death. So on the forth visit he complained: “My friend told me that when one learns Zen one loses his fear of death. Each time I come here you tell me to take care of my patients. I know that much. If that is your so-called Zen, I am not going to visit you anymore.”

Nan-in smiled and patted the doctor. “I have been too strict with you. Let me give you a koan.” He presented Kusuda with Joshu’s Mu to workover, which is the first mind-enlightening problem in the book called ‘The Gateless Gate’.

Kusuda pondered this problem of Mu (No-Thing) for two years. At length he thought he had reached certainty of mind. But his teacher commented: “You are not in yet.”

Kusuda continued in concentration for another yet and a half. His mind became placid. Problems dissolved. No-Thing became the truth. He served his patients well and, without even knowing it, he was free from concern of life and death.

Then he visited Nan-in, his old teacher just smiled.

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Nick Drake Lyrics~Poetry

I have listened to Nick Drakes works for over 30 years. I still come back to them, and find something new. Like a deep well, his depths are mysterious and haunting. If you have his music. you already know what I am on about. We will be playing him on Radio Free EarthRites, but you might want his albums….

Time Of No Reply

Summer was gone and the heat died down

And Autumn reached for her golden crown

I looked behind as I heard a sigh

But this was the time of no reply.

The sun went down and the crowd went home

I was left by the roadside all alone

I turned to speak as they went by

But this was the time of no reply.

The time of no reply is calling me to stay

There is no hello and no goodbye

To leave there is no way.

The trees on the hill had nothing to say

They would keep their dreams till another day

So they stood and thought and wondered why

For this was the time of no reply.

Time goes by from year to year

And no one asks why I am standing here

But I have my answer as I look to the sky

This is the time of no reply.

The time of no reply is calling me to stay

There`s no hello and no goodbye

To leave there is no way.

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Northern Sky

I never felt magic crazy as this

I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea

I never held emotion in the palm of my hand

Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree

But now you’re here

Brighten my northern sky.

It’s been a long time that I’m waiting

Been a long time that I’m blown

been a long time that I’ve wandered

Through the people I have known

Oh, if you would and you could

Straighten my new mind’s eye.

Would you love me for my money

Would you love me for my head

Would you love me through the winter

Would you love me ’til I’m dead

Oh, if you would and you could

Come blow your horn on high.

I never felt magic crazy as this

I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea

I never held emotion in the palm of my hand

Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree

But now you’re here

Brighten my northern sky.

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When The Day Is Done

When the day is done

Down to earth then sinks the sun

Along with everything that was lost and won

When the day is done.

When the day is done

Hope so much your race will be all run

Then you find you jumped the gun

Have to go back where you began

When the day is done.

When the night is cold

Some get by but some get old

Just to show life’s not made of gold

When the night is cold.

When the bird has flown

Got no-one to call your own

Got no place to call your home

When the bird has flown.

When the game’s been fought

Newspapers blow across the court

Lost matches sooner than you would have thought

Now the game’s been fought.

When the part is through

Seems so very sad for you

Didn’t do the things you meant to do

Now there’s no time to start anew

Now the part is through.

When the day is done

Down to earth then sinks the sun

Along with everything that was lost and won

When the day is done.

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Three Hours

Three hours from sundown

Jeremy flies

Hoping to keep

The sun from his eyes

East from the city

And down to the cave

In search of a master

In search of a slave.

Three hours from London

Jacomo’s free

Taking his woes

Down to the sea

In search of a lifetime

To tell when he’s home

In search of a story

That’s never been known.

Three hours from speaking

Everyone’s flown

Not wanting to be

Seen on their own

Three hours is needed

To leave from them all

Three hours to wonder

And three hours to fall.

Three hours from sundown

Jeremy flies

Hoping to keep

The sun from his eyes

East from the city

And down to the cave

In search of a master

In search of a slave.

Nicholas Rodney Drake (June 19, 1948 – November 25, 1974) was an English singer/songwriter known for his gentle, autumnal songs, his innovative guitar tunings and his virtuoso right-hand fingerpicking guitar technique. Between 1969 and 1972, he recorded three haunting albums, which though they failed to find a wide audience during his lifetime, have steadily grown in stature since, to the extent that he is now widely considered to be one of the most influential acoustic songwriters of the last 40 years.

Drake battled with depression, insomnia and acute shyness through out his life, and the topics would often appear as the subject of his lyrics. He was increasingly frustrated by the lack of recognition given to his music, and upon completion of his third album, 1972′s Pink Moon, he drew back from both live performance and recording, retreating to his parent’s home in Tanworth-in-Arden, where he became increasingly introverted and distant from those close to him. On November 25, 1974, Nick Drake died from an overdose of antidepressants, at the age of 26.

In the years since his death, Drake’s profile and popularity has grown, initially through word of mouth, latterly exponentially. His posthumous popularity has led many fans consider the lyrics to “Fruit Tree”, a song from Five Leaves Left, to be prophetic:

“Fame is but a fruit tree / So very unsound.

It can never flourish / Till its stock is in the ground.

So men of fame / Can never find a way

Till time has flown / Far from their dying day.”