I’ve never followed “the script”. It was obviously broken from the start.

I’ve never followed “the script”. It was obviously broken from the start.

I grew up roaming remaining wild forest in France before they got destroyed by “ecology”, ignored school as a disturbing inconvenience, and immersed myself in endless reading of philosophy east and west, physics, biochemistry, ancient and modern history, medicine, literature, music and basically everything that I could lay my hand on — from authors always at the margins, where people still think for themselves.

The last period where thinkers were eager to communicate and work across now well separated fields of activity.

Attended more down to earth economic and accountancy school by day, La Sorbonne university by night immersed in French and English of the Middle Ages as well as language studies. I ditched an MSc in “complementary medicines” the moment I realised it would only get me in meaningless fight with mentors.

Also refused entering prestigious French business-school conveyor belt that produces perfectly formatted minds with no contact with everyday reality.

Instead, I built one of the first residential integrated natural medicine clinics in the UK, whilst pursuing years of study with actual practitioners of herbal medicines, homeopathy, shiatsu, acupuncture, Chinese medicine, spagyrics and other modalities too long to mention here.

I trained in Tai Chi chuan original yang family style three hours a day for decades because depth is a lifestyle, not a hobby. The clinic? Last period when you still had the freedom to do so.

But this was not enough, I needed to really get what this whole life story, this been human what truly governed health in body and mind, and all the mess mounting was about so I headed for my Teacher’s leading monastery who was the head of the Nyingma school of Tibetan buddhism in exile thinking it would give me a short break to review my options...only to come back 12 incredibly intense years of retreat and studies later when my Teacher passed. Again , the last window of possibility

Came back to a hard ending in the west which had not gotten any friendlier in the meantime. Built again from scratch an educational set up for people trying to find their life bearings and companies their improved bottom lines.

By mid 2010 it became absolutely evident that we were heading for the rise of a totally dystopian society which was going to break all reference and societal support people were accustomed to.

So when madness took over the world and borders slammed shut in 2020, I loaded a lorry with all our belongings, the dogs and headed eastwards in a typical maverick adventure which landed us on virgin, barren land and a traditional building standing up more by habit than laws of physics in the middle of nowhere with around $0.

So I set about making us independent creating food systems, energy systems, medicine systems, and sanity from scratch or rather with many decades of out of the box accumulated know-how.

Mother of 2, grandmother of 3 and likely great grand mother to be , label of a free electron who absolutely will not tolerate BS.

Friends describe me as maverick, stubborn, direct, and incorrigibly curious and inconveniently perceptive.

The pattern in my path ? Lived the last of... everything which has now gone MIA 
including people who had the curiosity and audacity to question official BS narrative and get answers to address collapse.

A kind of last generation thing... putting the pieces together was one thing. Integrating them another. Now it is time to share.