The Idea

Here is the idea for our generation of Australians… A piece of free, tax-free land to make a small farm. Millions of happy people will return to the Earth. They will grow plants, trees, fruit and vegetables. There will be beautiful families and happy children.
On the piece of land we plant a garden and create a home. Young people will grow up inspired and excited, dreaming of the day they will meet their sweetheart and set about together choosing their favourite place to settle. Love will flourish here.
The dream – to look after the land for the enjoyment of our descendants. To contribute clean, healthy produce for the benefit of our fellow countrymen.
Great forests will rise up on land that was dusty grass before. Rain will fall more often, and the hills will turn green and colourful with flowers. The spirits of the countryside talk with us and sing. Their bright memories urge us on and delight in connection with living souls once more. 
The first pieces of land are donated by wealthy people from the city. Dreaming of small, self-sufficient villages like in Britain before the lords took over, they wonder why everyone seems to have forgotten our ancestors… There is some great push of progress, but where is it all heading? Towards a bright and happy future? Or…?
Slowly the voices gather – whispers at first, then murmurs… What about giving free land for small farmers? They’ll turn the country around. The land will get more fertile again. The trees will grow up. Our productivity will soar. Tourists will come from distant lands to admire the righteous, confident people who have mastered the art of living on the Earth. Sick people will come for healing, basking in the radiant, loving energy that emanates from this new kind of human.
More people begin to ask the question. They ask philanthropists and members of parliament, parents and relatives. Friends join together and pool their resources. They buy lots of 350 acres or more. They survey them and apply with local councils for little 3-5 acre subdivisions as a community title. The community is established without a centre of power. Everyone has equal political authority. They are small at first, one or two or three households on the lot. But the seeds of a village are planted.
They find money to dig ponds and install water tanks. They share solar panels and get by happily with little. Already after the first year, vegetables and berries give fruit. The people carefully shade and water the saplings of their new little trees. In a few more years, they’ll be able to survive on their own.
The residents are wondering whether to leave their town jobs and concentrate full time on their little homelands. Neat and clean houses appear on the hillsides, made from timber, earth and stone. The gardens are tidy and wild, with a marvellous variety of trees, shrubs, bushes, flowers, herbs and grasses. Butterflies and bees fly around the meadows, and creatures and birds inhabit the new little woods.
New settlers around the country meet one another at festivals and gatherings. We hold our own festivals, small at first, and develop friendships in every state and territory. We organise co-ops to market our produce together. Every few weeks, a truckload of delicious fruit and vegetables glides out of our settlement down the highway to the people in the cities.
Here, look, you can see crates of bright fruit and vegetables through the truck’s wooden slats. Special herbal elixirs have been prepared for people who need medicine. The driver is cheerful, thinking happily of his beautiful wife, the goddess who awaits his return, and their own small little creation… his beloved son.
The fruit from these villages is the most delicious and clean ever known to our city folk. Supermarkets and fast-food restaurants haggle with each other to secure the best supply of homestead produce. It always fetches the highest price, both tastier and imbued with more pleasant feelings. People are relieved to pay high prices to the homesteaders. These simple people are taking care of the country for the good of everyone.
Together, we begin writing letters and meeting with government officials at all levels. We point to the success of our settlements and ask for a government program of free, tax-free land for small farmers. We invite leglislators to visit our homesteads, and some of them accept.
After three years, the federal government quietly introduces a little stimulus package for small farmers. It’s designed to encourage young people to start producing valuable goods for the economy. It offers interest-free loans for water infrastructure and exemption from taxes on all primary produce.
Local councils begin to see more and more applications for small subdivisions on the outskirts of existing towns. A new zoning category is born: the family homestead. It’s a plot of land between 2 and 10 acres that is exempt from tax on primary produce.
One local member brings the idea into his party room. He finishes his speech and there is silence at first. The others look blankly, wondering what will happen with everyone’s real estate investments if we start giving out free land. But still, free land for small farmers… It has a ring to it… Something feels good about that idea…
The politicians begin to talk with their friends and family. In every conversation, still nobody notices any flaws in the idea. It seems really to benefit everyone in the whole country… More and more people begin to realise its potential.
Aboriginal communities request transfers of their land rights and native title claims into family homesteads, to take advantage of the tax exemption. Many new native title applications are born and given to Aboriginal communities with complete rights of ownership.
In these rural homelands, traditional arts begin to flourish once more, and people replenish the supply of natural foods that nourish the children. A steady stream of tourists flows to the new settlements, bringing wealth and a sense of purpose to the people.
The success of the homestead settlements spurs forward the question – what about allotments of land for new family homesteads?
A great national discussion begins to swell among the people. What is the best way to make our country vibrant and flourishing? We’ve tried living in cities, but it isn’t healthy in the long term. There are too many hidden costs. Infrastructure, healthcare, education, housing… And then to find jobs for all those idle people…
More hands in the Earth! How can we make a comfortable living from a small piece of land? This is the primary art of our time…
In the party rooms, among rural chambers of commerce and agricultural boards, a single question arises. How can we make more successful settlements?
At first, a tiny budget is allocated out of the agriculture portfolio to buy a large piece of farmland. The farmer had been struggling with debt, and the government arranged a reprieve in return for 600 acres of grazing land on the edge of a quiet little town. With 750mm of rainfall a year, the residents would need to use their water carefully, catch what they could off their rooves, slow down the runoff, and make compost to increase the amount of water held in the topsoil.
A new taskforce is put in place to investigate how to make a viable living on a small homestead, and applications are opened for the trial program. Hundreds of people apply, mostly young men and couples with young families. In their applications, they have to demonstrate a knowledge of plants, water-efficiency, and describe how they would build a house. The taskforce provides them with the guidelines.
The trial program begins and attracts some attention among environmentalists, farmers and town planners alike. Residents of existing settlements bring gifts to the new allotments and help them establish their gardens.
After a few seasons, the new settlement of allotments has become a great success. Some of the people take jobs in the local towns, while others spend their time at home looking after the fruit trees and vegetable gardens. Little babies are born, and happy families grow up on the land. Never will they betray their little homeland… They will look after it to the end of their days, and beyond! Loyal Australians, loyal to our country!
Look how a small boy sits atop a chestnut horse, walking slowly down a grassy lane. On either side are vibrant hedges full of colour. A ripe purple plum drops into the boy’s hand as he reaches out in contemplation. He tastes it and screws up his face in sweet pleasure. He sits as a supreme, sovereign being, radiant with joyful confidence and the energy of a strong, healthy spirit.
Beyond the hedges are the homesteads of his neighbours. Well-tended plants and trees surround small, sturdy cottages. A woman picks up fallen twigs and piles them neatly beneath a tree. Summer berries cover the bushes, and a young boy and girl place them carefully in jars full of spring water. When mixed with herbs, the water in these jars will become an extraordinary elixir of life. They are carefully sealed and shipped around the world carrying the name of their family homestead. The taste of this drink becomes universally wellknown, and it is highly sought after at luxury grocery stores.
Over the generations, the people in these settlements become like family to one another. They trust each other and get along easily. Any disturbances to harmony are quickly resolved, and a great spirit of united purpose swells in the centre of the settlement.
We want to make marvellous families, make our children happy, and look after the natural surroundings of the Earth. Bright energy emanates from all living creations. We should not destroy them. We should tend to them and caress the great Earth with loving hands.
Slowly, surely, more and more people begin to understand. They realise it is possible to life a comfortable, happy life on the land. People remember the meaning of life, love and creation. Excited by the economic success of the homesteads, the federal government increases the program’s budget. The following year, more allotments are made available, and plot by plot, wonderful oases bloom and flourish across the countryside.
And among all the hills and dales, the great plains, mountains and forests, there is one little piece of land that is Yours… Your native home, the place where you belong… The place you are born, the place where you are buried… The ancestral country…
And everyone has their homeland….
The Earth blossoms once more in its primordial glory. The good prevails, and flourishes with love… The universal intellect beams with contentment and joy. 
A bright and happy future awaits the people of the Earth! 
Let’s think about this, people! 
How can we make the bright and happy future come true?

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