Bill Mollison
Travels In Dreams
“What matters it what went before or after
Now with myself I shall begin and end.”
W. Shakespeare
A TAGARI PUBLICATION
Travels in Dreams
Copyright Lisa Mollison, 2016
The contents of this book and the word Permaculture are copyright. Apart from any fair dealing for the purpose of private study, research, criticism, or review as permitted under the Copyright Act, no part of this book may be reproduced by any process without written permission from Tagari Publications, PO Box 1, Tyalgum, NSW 2484, Australia.
Cover photograph: Peter Wade
Illustrations: Claire Yerbury
Back cover: Reny Mia Slay
Photographs: Bill Mollison unless otherwise acknowledged
Editing, manuscript, lay-out: Marlyn Wade, June Howard, Camilla Sunke
National Library of Australia
Cataloguing-in-Publication
Mollison, Bill
Travels in Dreams
Bibliograph.
Includes Indices
ISBN 0908228104 (H’back)
0908228112 (Paperback)
Travels in Dreams
Chapters & Contents
Acknowledgements
Many friends are mentioned in the text; others are left anonymous, to protect the guilty; all are real people, you can touch them if they still live.
Particular thanks go to Claire Yerbury for her cartoons on various themes, to Craig Worsley for help with photography, to June Howard for typing my manuscripts, and to Marlyn Wade, my amanuensis.
And to all my brave companions who have suffered with me, or because of me, my love.
This is a home-made production, for I had to live my life myself, and with this I was greatly aided or sometimes redirected by Margaret Andrews, Philomena Mary O’Neil, Reny Mia Slay, and Roz Dunwell, all of whom risked marriage with me in that order. Other ladies, alive or dead contributed memories and events; some of them never told me their names.
The spur that started this autobiographical collection of events was a forgotten gentleman who contacted our office, offering to write my autobiography. All he wanted, he said was twelve hours of interview time. Twelve hours to cover 67 years! I decided to do it myself. It actually took much longer; I should have accepted his offer.
The poems (all the bad ones and the doggerel) I have written myself, unless otherwise acknowledged.
Warning
This book is a work of fiction; most, if not all of it is lies.
Even the lies are imprecise reports of old lies, overheard.
Nobody, you will agree, could have experienced all these things.
And if the actions of people herein seem unreal, it is because they are.
Regard this work therefore as the product of a sick mind, and forgive.
Or, you may believe that in one of those many dangerous days,
I died
And that this note was written posthumously.
Reports of my death, while numerous, have also been often inaccurate. Thus:
If you hear that I am dead
Tell them they lie.
