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Bioanarchy – Tales from Nature’s Non-Compliants

28/3/2021

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​Every day I close the doorway to my old barn with a line of rickety posts that are supposed to act as a gate. And every frickin’ day my hens find a way in. At some indeterminate point I’ll hear one of them chattering to her feathery compatriots, or the clang of a tool they’ve dislodged, upon which I charge down, huffing and growling and yelling at them, before turfing them out. The hens then run up the hill, bottoms waggling, gossiping amongst themselves like primary school kids caught pilfering from the stock cupboard.
 
My birds know very well the barn is out of bounds. I’m sure of this because a) their eyes roll guiltily when I catch them, and b) I hide and watch. When they think I’m out of sight, they’ll scuttle straight back down to the doorway, study the wooden slats, peering this way and that to find a gap. Then as soon as I show up to throw them a faceload of glower and reprimand, they stop in their tracks and gulp. Grrr.
 
But here’s the thing. In truth while all this bugs the hell out of me, it also makes me grin. Nature is shamelessly non-compliant. It’s a total scallywag, and I love it.
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The hens using my solar panels as a windbreak.
The great biorascal
It’s not simply the hens that are thoroughly mischief-making. I found a nettle growing into my camper van this week, and an arm of ivy burrowing merrily through my earth plaster. The mouse in the kitchen has just eaten the gas stove warranty, a wren is building nests in my brand new roof, and the vole has gobbled up every one of my broad beans. This onslaught of biospheric anarchy should irritate me. Others would lay traps or poison. But what’s the point? This is nature. And in five minutes there’ll be another mouse or vole to replace this one, because Gaia isn’t compliant and doesn’t bend under authority. Heck, nature doesn’t even recognise authority in the first place. This is why when I pull up a half-gnawed onion, I find myself chuckling. These miscreants inspire me.
 
Too bad humans have lost touch with their wild side. We could do with a bit more natural non-compliance in the human world, if you ask me. Apparently a lot of people like being led, though. They like being told what to think by billionaires, and reneging responsibility for their lives.
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Will I or won’t I keep the vole off my beetroot?
Rude Nature
Nature doesn’t do politeness. She is raw, and often rude. She is the great boat-rocker. Yet she is also fair and holds a deep loyalty to her own. We’re going to see that soon, as some sell out and others don’t. History shows well, social acquiescence and “common courtesy” are often the conduits of abuse and horror. Good little girls have been told to comply when sleazy old men kiss them. If they say they don’t want to be molested or have their body violated they are apparently rude or bad. Good little boys have been told to be tough and emotionless and murder the “enemy”. When they say they don’t want to, they are apparently cowardly villains.
 
But what is this good and bad that society is so sure it has a hold on? Following rules like Nazi officers (and good ol' general public) did back in 1940? Following the letter of the law as many environmental protectors haven’t been doing since the ’80s? Following social norms in a bid to out do our peers, or from fear of becoming outcast?
 
Natural patterns
I watch the sunlight grace the thousands of wriggling hazel arms in my copse, each one stretching and winding in its own way and yet respecting all the others in the ecosystem. This wood is now brimming with birds. The tree tops twitter and squawk and sing with such exuberance, I find myself laughing.  Nests have blossomed without even considering a building permit. There is no single authority in that wood. No top-down leadership. No committees making the rules. Despite this, it's a mutually supportive yet striving community, with a balance between the individual and the group. This is because each tree and bird is plugged into the planet’s intelligence, so doesn’t need government press conferences or police officers to tell it where to go.
 
Human rules are different. They’re neither organic nor responsive. They doubt our innate wisdom, assume we are all out for ourselves, and keep us towing a certain uncreative line. Personally I prefer nature’s pathways. I prefer the freedom to be wild and mischievous and alive. We’ve been told mayhem will ensue if there are no laws, but who’s doing the telling here? Could it be those same people who are merrily trashing forests, selling us back our drinking water, and hiding the devastating effects of their pesticides?
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Thank you Turkey (again)
I haven’t been compliant for a long long while. Perhaps in some ways I never was. When a good friend of mine told my dad recently he’d lost a power battle with me, he roared with laughter and said, “oh I lost that when she was about five.” So it was apt that I moved to Turkey, a country full of non-compliants like myself, where you routinely see people heartily puffing on a Marlboro under no-smoking signs, or cars parked brazenly beneath no parking signs. I remember when the government banned ashtrays from restaurant tables in a bid to stop smoking. In the blink of an eye restaurant owners had made ashtrays on legs which stood by the side of the table instead.
 
Ah Turkey. I’m grateful to you for showing me with wit and humour the art of non-compliance.
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The city of Antalya in Turkey.
​Life on the edge of The System
I’ve been hanging on (and sometimes falling off) the edge of the system for years and years. Turkey was mostly unsystemised when I first arrived there back in the late eighties, with well over half the economy “black” and untaxed. I left when that began to change, and I saw it was driving down the same mindless concrete highway that I had run away from. I know where that road leads to.

According to the world at large, I’ve been doing everything “wrong” since I was 26 and abandoned my state education career in London. I was told by older colleagues I’d never be able to “catch up” if I left, though no one could really explain what or who I was catching up with, or why that was so important. Within three years, I was working four days a week in the then eyeball-achingly beautiful city of Antalya, calling the shots on my hours, living a stone’s throw from the beach, and earning about three times what I would have done back in the UK education system. Agh! Don’t listen to these fools. They know nothing.
 
To be free, or on the margins of the system, is a beautiful thing. I will never return to that defunct, destructive, soul-and-body-crushing machine whatever they threaten me with, because I know they have no power over me. I know the natural intelligence within me has it covered. The zombie administration is going to have to run to keep up with those of us scampering down the natural paths. I haven’t seen it do much running though since I’ve been back here in Europe. It’s about as nimble as a sauropod in quicksand. Meat Loaf could sprint faster in a wet suit and flippers.
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Will the wren comply and nest in my purpose-built box?
​What is non-compliance?
One thing it took me a long time to understand is that non-compliance isn’t the same as rebellion. It isn’t the same as protest, as dear Maxim in Taiwan showed me about ten years ago now. Non-compliance comes from a very different place. It’s a psychological space where you know the other has no power over you. You know you are in the driving seat, and simply don’t do what they suggest or imply you should. You just don’t comply. It’s not noisy or aggressive or demanding everyone else does the same. Why should anyone be compliant to my non-compliance? They shouldn’t, and they won’t be. I don’t need the rest of the world to be like me to experience my truth. Good job, all things considered.

So if you can’t swallow the many uninspiring narratives of the day without a touch of indigestion, and don't feel particularly enthusiastic about everything to go back to ecocidal, slavery-condoning, war-mongering normal (230 000 dead in Yemen alone for example, but may be they don't matter because they're not first world, right?) don’t waste your energy trying to convince the mainstream world to “see”. We are all creating our own realities here. Some people didn’t like that idea for some reason, so decided to let other people create their reality for them. Absolutely their call. But that doesn’t change the fundamentals. We’re Gaia’s children, literally forged from her substance and intelligence, and when we’re aligned with that very non-compliant planetary power, when we hear and act not on the fear created by those with vested interests, or the pressure of the herd, but on the intuitive hunches within our very bodies, we birth our own brand new enchanting worlds. Those two realities are like oil and water. The greasy hand of fear and obedience just can’t get a firm grip on self-belief and intuitive action. It slides straight off into the great machine to lubricate the pistons and cogs of the productivity engine. Meanwhile Gaia’s streams flow where they want to, the grass grows no matter how much it is strimmed, and my hens continue to ferret out new ways into the coveted domain of the barn.

Yes it's a beautiful moment to be alive.
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You tell ’em Gertie!
***Many thanks to my dear dad for accepting me for the non-compliant creative that I am. I am lucky. Many people are cajoled and coerced by their parents to tow a certain socially acceptable line which is in direct conflict with their mental or physical well being. I was never pushed to do anything other than what I wanted to in this life, and that is a great blessing.***

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17 Comments
Albert
31/3/2021 03:40:17 pm

I enjoy reading about your journey and watching you create your life as you want it.
I have a question about your ground mounted solar in the first photo. It appears that you used steel or iron to make a support to hold the solar modules. I hope that you isolated the steel from the aluminum either with stainless steel washers or perhaps a non conductive gasket. If the aluminum and steel remain in contact with each other electrolysis will take place and the two metals will be damaged and eventually fail.
Please accept this comment in the spirit it is given , wishing that no harm comes to your hard work. Your green friend, Albert

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Atulya
31/3/2021 11:18:50 pm

Ah thanks Albert. My neighbour rigged it up so not sure. But it's not a big deal. The panels are old third hand ones, and I'll be replacing them before long.

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Andrew
31/3/2021 04:56:46 pm

Meatloaf sprinting! I snorted. Tickled my funny-bone. Inspiring article reminding us of our intrinsic freedom... if
the masses would just latch on to it. If the last year has taught us anything its that when a lot of us do the same thing in earnest, it sends shivers of fear down billionaires spines and change happens.

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Atulya
31/3/2021 11:21:20 pm

:) Yes it's true, if we don't act on fear but inspiration, it's very powerful. Thank you for the lovely comment.

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Mary
31/3/2021 06:42:33 pm

"You just don’t comply. It’s not noisy or aggressive or demanding everyone else does the same. Why should anyone be compliant to my non-compliance?"

Wise words, indeed! Love this essay.

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Atulya
31/3/2021 11:22:56 pm

Thank you so much Mary!

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Geertje link
31/3/2021 09:24:48 pm

❤️

Geertje (not related to the illustrious Gertie)

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Atulya
31/3/2021 11:23:49 pm

Ha ha ha.

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Darwin
2/4/2021 02:36:37 pm

My darling friend thanks for the reminder. I struggle sometimes with my unconventional choices and what I perceive that others think of them. Especially in regard to what the old man thinks.

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Atulya
3/4/2021 12:09:20 pm

Yes there's a very straight lifeless road that we were taught was the 'right' one, and for many of us it was the highway to hell :) Hugs to you my old friend.

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Veronica Balfour Paul
2/4/2021 02:45:10 pm

Love this! And how often do you get to use the word scallywag!?!

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Atulya
3/4/2021 12:12:14 pm

Quite a lot when you have chickens:)) Ha ha. Thanks Veronica. We are very much on similar pages I think.

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Gerard link
4/4/2021 07:03:07 pm

Hello Atulya,

I've been reading your blog for several years now, and I particularly liked the nice text you just published.

Thank you.

Greetings from Canada.

Gerard

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Atulya
6/4/2021 01:08:11 am

Oh so good to get this comment..I get a tingle when people say they've been here in Mudland for years.

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Jaya
11/4/2021 09:09:54 pm

I've been the rebel (non-compliant), bucking the status quo, for years and constantly taking flack for it. The first time I moved to the city and lived in an apartment, I climbed the tree in the front yard for comfort and freaked out my neighbor (I didn't know city etiquette). She thought I was a hooligan, until I told her that I was from the country.

It's funny the names they give one that likes to live in liminal spaces - artist, pariah, crazy, messy, intense, witch. Even, wild, is used as a slur. The latest attempt to stir up the humanure within the confines of the global order is rewilding and seeing that used as a static label, irritates me. Nature would be like, "you're missing the point, there's no one way." But I can't help but cheer for anything with the word "wild" in it.

Thank you for the continued inspiration. You've been a great space holder for me while I've been going through another personal disaster and looking for a way to finally break free of the gilded cage.

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Atulya
12/4/2021 01:27:07 pm

Lovely anecdote there Jaya. Yes so agree, there can never be one way, which is why all preachy judgment rests on foundations of sand. We all are so unique with very different gifts and jobs. It's a sacred and very personal conversation between ourselves and the planet, that no one else has anything to say about really.

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Angela
11/5/2021 10:59:06 pm

Oh, how nourishing it is to read your wise words, Atulya! Thank you...
Your posts always seem to say something I particularly need to hear at that moment!
I homeschool my two kids and how well I know the "system within" you talk about: almost every day I throw my "...why can't you just..." at them, while I should be asking myself, why can't I just get rid of my "inner general"?!
Luckily, undeterred by my words, a bit like your chickens, they look at me bewildered and return to their own rythm...

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