Introducing Malcolm Bone

Dec 22, 2002

Born back in '39 to hard working open-minded parents and raised on a dairy and sheep farm where I was fed a proliferation of what I now know to be the worst kind of food, I guess I was lucky to only have my tonsils removed when they protested too vigorously. The farm did have an orchard of apples, pears, plums and quinces plus a basically organic vegetable garden which no doubt was the major contributor to my generally better than average health.

Apart from falling out of trees and haystacks which gave rise to niggling but not debilitating lower back problems from late teens till becoming fruitarian, the only memorable ailment was being diagnosed with incurable palsy at age 14. This gave me no muscular control over the right side of my face, local GP's remedy was to make a wire hook to slip over my right ear, the other end went to the corner of my mouth to stop my face sagging. Fortunately my father wasn't impressed and I finished up seeing a "colour therapist". These guys relate everything to wave lengths by way of matching colours, once the ailments wavelength is determined it is externally beamed back on the ailment from a colour with the same wave length which neutralises it. After 10 days the palsy was gone much to the local GP's total amazement. The 'colour guy' said it wasn't palsy but polio of the bloodstream and I got it from eating the eggs of chickens that were fed meat meal (ours were but not from that day forward). Shades of mad cow disease in 1953? From this I learnt not to dismiss the unconventional out of hand.

My education to the end of high school was to a high standard. My first employment was as a fitter and turner apprentice at which I was well suited and had a natural aptitude. Following this I travelled the globe for three years spending time in the USA, Canada and Europe after which I returned home only to find it wasn't for me any more. Went to Brisbane, Australia to visit my sister, arrived mid winter to cool nights and hot sunny days - if this was winter, this was for me.

Bought 500 acres just out of Gympie and attempted to make a productive farm of it. The extremes of climate all but sent me broke so ventured into agricultural contracting with great success. In three years this grew to an enterprise of 8 tractors employing 6 drivers and 2 mechanics where we contributed to the destruction of 1000s of acres of hardwood forests by turning it into grassland for cattle. The phrase "forgive us Lord for we knew not what we were doing" springs to mind.

The demand for contracting diminished so got out of that and bought 100 acres on the outskirts of Gympie, successfully grew and harvested pasture grass seed for a couple of years, built a 60' x 60' shed in which I planned to keep an aeroplane. Target shooting was my sport along the way and somehow I finished up filling the shed with bullet making machinery just before the arrival of my aeroplane, a 1939 Hornet Moth. So extended the shed by another 60' x 60' but again somehow that too filled with more munitions machinery. Today I am seriously into munitions, employing 5 people, shipping all over Australian and exporting to NZ and the USA.

About 25 years ago a friend had an undetermined acute illness and I set about helping her to get well. Went to just about every type of natural therapist known to man, finished up with a brilliant iridologist who diagnosed and successfully treated her for cancer. Generally a very trying but interesting 10 year exercise that I wouldn't recommend to anyone. However, it did start me seriously along the quest for good health and how best to attain it.

My first step was to eliminate meat from my diet though I would still have chicken or fish every couple of months - eating a 'balanced diet' is not an easy concept to change. Next to go was all dairy, salt and white flour and products made from them. That eliminates all the junk foods. Anything with preservative and/or artificial colouring was off the menu as well. This makes one a social outcast but I could wear that against the expectation of health improvement. After 10 years on those eating habits it wasn't noticeable that my health was better but it certainly wasn't worse.

In one of those lucky twists of fate I became, in 1990 a casual acquaintance of a gentleman called Adam - someone who played a part in some remarkable scientific experiments combined with great insight on his own account and who finished up with a remarkably lucid and uncomplicated integrated knowledge on health, nutrition, agriculture, climate, permaculture etc. One day in conversation he mentioned he was trying to sell his farm for a price I could afford so the deal was done. Being that I didn't plan on living on the farm and Adam didn't really have any place else that he wanted to move to (basically he still thinks of the farm as an ideal place to live) - so he stayed. We compliment one another in many ways but I'm sure I get the best of the bargain by learning from his extensive knowledge. Along the way I was introduced to fruitarianism and adopted it. Being a staunch potato eater from the year dot, this was an extremely difficult exercise, the almost obsessive desire for fried chips makes one wonder whose side our taste buds are on. I did weaken a few times and while enjoyable in the eating phase, each time afterwards my body let me know, usually with a 'bottom of a bird cage' taste in my mouth that I should not have indulged. Now, after 18 months, at the last indulgement, I don't even enjoy eating them so it looks as if the conversion is complete. Also, at the 18-month point, I can say my health has noticeably improved, even my teen years back problems have disappeared, my teenage and prime of life waistline of 32" has returned and the fruitarian diet is here to stay.

The farm's prime purpose is to produce tree ripened fruitarian foods from organically well nourished trees on a year round basis. To this end we are planting every possible tropical fruit tree we can find. I can't see it being commercially viable at least in the short term especially if the drought conditions continue but the bullet factory can take care of the financial details. Pawpaws can provide fruit at times of the year when nothing much else is available. Adam's farm is just too cool in winter to reliably produce Pawpaws at this time so last year I bought a hill formed from a volcanic eruption, some 900 feet high, 80 acres and within sight of the coast. (In this part of the world, the higher up you go the warmer it stays in winter.) A soil test reveals almost perfect fertility for fruit trees as it is. The big plus with this farm is that it is strewn with volcanic rock, I might have my own remineralization source! I must get it analysed one day. It glints in the sunlight, looks as if it has mica in it.

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