I am on the floor crying my eyes out feeling so close to all that was and all that has gone…reading Dark Mountain blogs(Dark Mountain get involved )which is all about the stories and myths of now and beyond…so many animals and insects are being lost to the world wide use of pesticides and GMO’s, and insecticides, all ecocides, all destroying human bacteria and natural diversity that keep us pollinating and luscious in life….we are literally drowning in chemicals and I cant stop crying….
All my life I was a high seeker of approval from a childhood of neglect & poverty consciousness…I went into the life of living in London with no family support & a lot of emotional wreckage- nonetheless I intuitively always did things my way and throughout my journey I began to unravel the terror of my own inner calling & all the external factors that dominated my own self loathing & extraordinary powerful wonder at life on Earth. I have now seen how all of us are fear led by a set of outside influencers from family, schooling, television and multimedia to the State, institutions & business models that have left me powerless and powerful.
This is my own unique reminder of how it weakened my cause for a tremendous life & the individuals I’ve met who are legends for being and living outside the box.
As I am blessed to be here in the world, I have realised my purpose that aligns to all things Organic, local & seasonal & that we come from the soil so we should really start demanding the food we eat is clean and that how we live as individuals isn’t dominated by then and us, Black or white, labour or Tory, democrats v replublicans, as the old duplicitous model demands one or the other..or else….I have broken down hundreds of times self awarely realising that my individual who I am is sovereign and I am thoroughly assured that whatever happens I am blessed with high vibratory outcomes from choosing a unique coordination of how and whys…
I am reading the most extraordinary book right now written in 1972 called The Secret Life Of Plants…it’s cemented my self belief in sentient life and energy beams that transcend the ridiculous dumbdowning, grotesque processed, mass intensive food erosions we eat in the name of feeding the world, and with that, this book has surplanted my innate gifts to furthering my relationships with being here on Mother Earth.
I am aware I’ve been a sloth in many parts of my life hiding my talents through fear alone. Fear has been a major undercurrent that has strangled my attempts to be epigenetic and original in my own nature.
I have trembled and fallen every single time I felt the breath of god upon me that tingled, sparkles and brought me to potential success in all my hairbrained schemes and not so…
I’ve struggled with nicotine & alcohol that I would use to block my potency and life giving force as I’d tell myself I am not worthy of being the best. I’ve stumbled plenty of times on my trajectory to seeking souls to love me and for me to love.
I have no illusions anymore about government & business working hand in hand to hinder the individuals right to govern their own wondrous paths.
The church, the state, corporations & institutions have all clubbed together a false lower vibratory mindset to keep one from rising high, and deplugging from the matrix.
Either or, I read artists like Jon Rappoport who is a good thinker who seeks his own imagination that doesn’t fuel fearesque tactics daily under the hypnotic trance of buying into mass hysteria.
I do not feel anything other than intrigue, curiosity and wonder that as my daughter opens the windows towards the light in the tropics, I feel honestly grateful for even knowing what I know.
I have a raft of individuals of whom I disclose my humane vulnerability to and accept that I like many, love being involved in groups that match my frequency such as going to a party with a purpose like raising awareness around the increasing worries of synthetic food & Pharma, the awe fullness of deforestation & mass acidification in the environment that are tripling human & natural disasters to health & wellbeing, and the constant grip the government & banks have on usury systems to abstract your hard working efforts to paying for a very dubious accounting game.
I’m an Individual that thanks the crazy way my parents gave me such good bloodlines bathing me in vital organs and intracellular multidimensional factors that stand up for Mother Earth & Father Sky and the movement of fire, wind, water fixed and fusion to earth, metal and ether. That I am elemental and mystical as I remember to dream in my waking up.
I have so many gifts that have frightened me and confused me. Complexity and complimentary are who I am. And so as I look upon the year just gone, I mark my breath with a sigh in-breath and gasp and shake and nod and plod upon the way I went this day.
2017 started then a French trip that blasted me back into my beloved nicotine and weed, coming up to my senses in June, I stopped all things including caffeine, I fell at the hurdle and soon got back in to canoodle with my age old scene back on nicotine, from there on I remember Dark Mountain in Schumacher, Siddington point to point, gay, abandoned, family forging ahead in a fantastic new fam light, jobs forging from apres France working with legends; therapeutic leading to self mastery of saying No, more to come on that one, then old passions returning, the Men start showing their potential for opening my box of love again more to come!
Spain in summer with the ugly ness of shit floating on the Mediterranean that left me poo pooing the effects of our pollution, swimming with bubbles of Brown effluents. Returning straight to the Kemble Train & my darling brothers 50th partayy….followed my lechlade river boating splashing and so much laughing! Onwards to Somerset for walks and much babminton, tor Mandela mystical inward onto a gentle tribal countryside pub Birthday hub, watery themes, Buddha dharma sanga deepest Devon with jimmy Frost and my brother. Separation, investigation, wondering should have I stayed or should have I left. Of which the latter was the choice. Back to carnival and onto the garden party, sparkly, magical, aligned and theatrical. The beautiful people. Into autumn trauma and tribal upheavals for all hands on Dec. Back to
Someerset. And so Campfire, Union Chapel, food festival and fear..introspective as I resound a loud cheer. Lessons for learning. Humility fork attuning. New and old friends returning. Less said better ahead…onwards to the ultimate tests of readressing the past tense, waking up each morning, not reaching for a rollup but rather seeking new old projects for my dreaming to come into the physical plain, not seeking approval, and hanging with well negative people, and dropping my masks revealing my glorious pasts as I present my presence with preceptorial miaisms! Ya!
2018… The doggie gates opening….friends, communities are all reengaging in blasting the old paradigm out into deep space memory as we strive to remember our individual differences are so much more biodiverse and not bland and boring, low sucking and warmongering. Unconditional love to all things present and living, animal cruelty stopped in a nano second, as we all push forward from fear to complete open minded enthusiasm and utterly uniquely passionately driven! Ya on with the revolution for rejecting plastic, intensive chemicals that cause wholesale harming from mental breakdowns to inflammatory cancerous carcinogens, and those creeping feelings of not good enough and scaredy-cat as I hold onto my hat. I should know. I’ve worked hard on my shadowy sides, interpretations and lies, and I can honestly say, as words pour out of me daily, you are your own insider your own choice decider, life is for intrepid and interested journey makers, when you’re blocked look at what feeds you, as my daughter says: when I eat good clean foods, I automatically become in a good place and mood.
Stop getting distracted by the plugged in matrix
Swich off your telly
Go befriend those that are lonely and isolated
Press forward tentatively with your own myths and story telling
Be self caring, loving and open minded
Feel your fear anyway as you laugh and cry everyday
Read good books as you take a good look around your own place and remember you’re ace!
Take off each mask you put on to hide your whose who..,
Inward intracellular multidimensional light walking feather light, indigenous tribe of humanity
Seek to the mountain top
Stop your internal external dry rot
Raise your whole game and think not
Of the sham 69 that the systems Devine’s as sane and bland, boring and unkind. We are not two sides yes or no, in or out, yet the third way is ancient ancestral and authentic
As my father would say: you left the gate open you stupid cow! Ah daddy !
Oh my god I think I’ve written a good blog! Sort of…lol….
Why has the Deep State gone to war against Donald Trump?
Some people say Trump is nothing more than another Globalist puppet. Is that the whole story?
Is Trump worse than his supporters want him to be, and better than his enemies claim he is?
by Jon Rappoport
December 17, 2017
Trump is unpredictable. He shoots his mouth off.
No one is sure what he might do next.
That is not the Deep State’s version of what a president is supposed to be.
Bill Clinton, George W Bush, Barack Obama—they were good boys. Globalists. The intelligence establishment and the military industrial complex knew “the situation” was well in hand. Trump is the strange intruder. The “crazy one.”
If his swaggering indifference to the Deep State’s agenda is merely a pose—a formidable acting job—then why is he subjected to withering attacks every day, even from his own Party? After all, he…
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I have written two blogs this week about various themes that have concerned and aggravated me and yet I am now sat feeling that there is a benevolent higher goodness that is of a good standing tall with the giants of creativity and no matter what course I enrol upon, or fad I get enthused about, it lays firmly at a mix of knowing thyself and being honest facing each demonic episode and one by one I see how advantageous the millennial children such as my daughter, is no longer prepared to put up with the bullshit that we were taught.
My generation grew up within the narrative of the NO vibration, money doesnt grow on trees etc, not good enough etc, less than etc that desensitises using the oldest tricks in the book – distraction via divide and conquerism’s keeping separation and the Ego in firm power heads. It’s still here, but its losing its force.
Last night I heard George Monbiot discuss his new book, Out of the Wreckage as he speaks about how the duplicitous disingenuous two tier tired top down statism and privatisation as the old paradigm loses grip on its once vital hold to lie, steal, cohere, and bully us into all the ills of today. The past few hundred years or thousand depending where you are coming from points to the implications of mass ecocide, mass genocide, mass fear based low-level tactical and political day light robbery by the elite, nobles, industrial complex classes whose real job is to keep us distracted, dumb-down and disoriented. The Lords and Ladies of elitism are being found out by their own malicious control methods to separate us from nature and agree to the entrapment of their ownership by any means. Since the pillaging and throwing off the small holders, carpenters, wheel Wrights, weavers, growers, foragers into the jungliest of the nightmare of the Industrial Revolution that saw The Enclosure Acts that began in the 15th centuries towards the gradual separating of the common man from his beloved interdependence to living off the land and the continued practice of rituals with knowing the seasons with the returning birds from warmer climes. Open common lands, fells, woods, forests, dells, highlands, water meadows, were not for the few but for the many. Self rule meant good husbandry and respect to all things of Natural lore. There was no such thing as Job creation. Man knew his place without some idiot politician and do gooder telling him or her how to run his or her life.
This week social media rang out a call to arms as our government ran into a petition from NGO’s highlighting how they allegedly refused to back the wonder of animal sentience. When any half-hearted human knows how to interact with animals, pets, walking outside, doing things with the wind blowing in your face and whipping one up for good feelings as we breathe in life itself. Again we are seeing the lack of real intention from the governments world-wide. When we see, feel, hear, read about cruelty, we innately know that we humans feel powerless much of the time and yet bit by bit we are waking in our droves. We are at critical mass times now and the tipping point is here. No longer will indigenous man accept barbarism, communism, mono crop capitalism, any isms really and that raping, pillaging, dehumanising, being treated contemptuously is at the end. We feel peace & warmth in the knowledge that plants and animals and rocks and elementals all vibrate love and energetic ancestral histories as we remember. The Trickers are now being outed on social media and any one with common sense is raising the floor as a call to arms to standing up for our beloved Mother Nature.
Draconian man-made Lawyering is over as it no longer serves our highest good for life on earth. We have Blue Planet 2 Blue Planet 2 with Attenborough on task as per usual highlighting our defunct throwaway cultures in consumerism and crony capitalism as the root of our ills.
I myself have struggled of late to know where I fit in especially as my daughter is at that delicate teenage age of 15 and is struggling to know where she is going. At her age, I was still living on the farm, the beloved Common Farm where I grew up and had I known I was going to be thrown to the wolves in 1982-1984 – well – a different Mia would be probably on a farm, married, horses, children, etc…my trajectory was to be moved quietly off the farm never to be welcomed back bar a tiny crack when I had finished being a groom at Bibury, and applied to Dance & Dramatics at The Wyvern School in Swindon. I auditioned with Marie McCluskey a once grande dame of Ballet in the UK. I was delighted, took the bus home, walked across the fields and gushed to Aunty Binks and dad that I was now on my way to becoming a famous film star!!!! I was met with no congratulations or support, but straight away Aunty Binks said: ‘How are you going to afford that?’..she had a point, I was 16 and so I got a job cleaning at Hambros life from 7.30 – 9.30 every night near the bus station in Swindon. I travelled on the past bus home every night, walking across the field to the farm in the dark, never a dinner in the oven like the grooms or other would receive but a great big pile of washing up to greet me. I had already learnt that my role at the farm was cinderella like…from the moment my mother left, and we came back from the children’s home I took up the arms of cleaning, and becoming a mother. I was 5. I am digressing. I was never giving much encouragement in regards to my well-being other than I was so grateful that I lived on that farm, fully emerged with the natural rhythms of life engaging daily with animals, trees, plants, weather, sounds, birds, riding, patting, touching, feeling all that is of that. Nature nurtures me. It is All that is. I also tuned into the wonder of music and the arts. And so when I dropped out of college due to tiredness and a diet of mars bars and cola, I never dreamt that within three months I would be in London living a new life as a nanny and finding a whole new other world that unfolded a super load of new communities, new city scape, and so as I am now reminded how it was then to now I look towards my daughters future and go to pieces. What would have happened had I had the support of Dad and Aunty Binks? Would I change anything..well that depends..yesterday I was in tears at myself, feeling disempowered by my failing of parenting to my beloved daughter, and as I went to work, I learnt more about myself. I am a giver and the tone I began with, began unfurling something I knew. Life is what you make it…how you feel it…how you recognise behaviours and I have a particularly horrendous self-destructive old part that just loves to put me down. Where did I learn that? From the constant low vibration of my own family that had no trouble in telling me I was worth nothing, costly and not good enough to remain in the bosom of my family. For my girl, she has me and I will do my best to help her through this period of transition.
I remember that I am part of the cosmos and sunlight and that I am here to keep learning, embracing and align to fearlessness.
The political system is a farce and is dying…the state is on its way out….top down orders are broken. Greedy men will squeal on each other as the whole god damned sordid paradigm of psychopaths unravels to such a level as it is now, with the kiddy fiddling rackets that are on the tippiong point of coming out, and with the illusions of money and quantised easing, greedy economic progress that we hear of always, GD fucking P, and reductionism and Brexit and Trump and pointy finger wagging, this blame gaming is no longer the way. Back street conniving and meddling thugs that we have given power and whom thrived on unhinging man by cunning and power mongering to keep us separated from our innate spiritual and physical realities do not match the greater good. And that each individual is required to self govern and take heed of that that feels wrong in every sense. All the polluting, buying into the fear no longer is serving us.
We are here. Now. At the tipping point for transitioning that will spell disaster for cronyism and return to small is beautiful and slow is essential and seasonal in all its glory and joys. We will not let our millennial children down as we take the next generations forward to a resource based caring community living on Common lands growing whats around us and reducing our reliance on economical unsustainable models. Men and women will remember that they are part of nature. Now we are realigning with our rich mix of indigenous & cultural participation as we seek purpose, real purpose no longer paying attention to the men of manmade law.
Watching Louis Theroux’s excellent take on Dark America series http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b0991fsb/louis-theroux-dark-states-1-heroin-townand the way she treats her people and how there is a pandemic of people using pain killers first that lead on to heroin use…..last nights eye-opening yet oddly familiar reporting on how synthetic opiates were designed by Big Pharma to initially help with pain across all paths, and an undercurrent of managing how heroin addicts transient to their man-made alternatives which could be monitored to reduce down how much an addict used, has led to almost one in ten Americans across the country becoming addicted to pain killers, opiates, illegal or not. We have Louis Theroux showing the world that pain killers made by pharmaceuticals, are now taking normal people into the world of poppy magic.
A few weeks ago I had a lovely couple come to stay from America, who run an independent research lab that tries to understand the efficacy of Big Pharma drugs being pushed into the marketing world of health and wellbeing and how safe they really are. Eric told me that the problem that he has begun to piece together, is the noticeably of who gets hooked on what and how, and how now the geopolitics has changed to a shift as more ordinary citizens are getting hooked on prescription pain killers because the doctoring system is about paying them to take up their drugs of choice from the major Big Pharma corps and when the synthetics likesubutex orfentonal no longer work, they start using heroin and crack opiates to keep the pain away, and that 30/40 years ago it was only the hippies and blacks that took heroin, now it is becoming generic, normal and en-trend with all types, And what has gone wrong?
Then the trajectory usually leads to those independent companies being bought out by the bigger ones in predatory moves submerging anything different into homogenous and generic cultures, zones and states of play so in the end we are all buying the same shitty foods, prescribing the mind numbingly shitty pills, choosing and tuning into the same crappy entertainment models, and so on. Meanwhile money is being passed to potential party leaders and their parties to use as they wish to get more of the power.
Meanwhile the arts, educational/environmental and other creatives that depend on small interdependent whole minded and embodied thinking practices, are priced out because they receive very small amounts of the tax collected to keep up the repeating diatribe of main line business and statism to run the country in fear wholly and profit.
Transnational corporates coupled with the State, curries favour with whom you are in bed with and keeping power-hungry groups elites together by state hand outs that have huge consequences with our food, farming, energy, and when you switch on the telly, all radio or whatever media it is run by the very same sorts who keep up the illusion that all is well in the world of man and economics. And that economics and growth are all and everything.
We are all systemically becoming brain washed, dumbed down, and more and more zombie like than ever before…..
Watching the unfolding questions that Louis asked was priceless television that brims with resonance and understanding that what we have today, in society is no longer just the small, anti-establishment types who would go against the main stream and defend the indigenous, and stand up against the wars being fought in Vietnam, and anywhere as it gets hardly any press coverage but rather to keep us fixed on the world stage with prescription based synthetics opiates like subutex, fen-tonal and OxyContin which all lead to anyone being hooked and thus keeping your customer generally tied in till they die off from over use of acidification in the body. We are now being led to our own deaths faster and more cynical and cyclical than ever before….we no longer are being taught anything about nature and the natural lores of the land in the world, and that when choosing your shopping experience, keep buying the top 5 or else you are being ripped off choosing organic as it is expensive because it is NOT subsidised, meaning it is actually the true cost of food from plough to plate.
By the end of Second World War, those seedy men in suits called government and their crony mates called crony capitalists, got together to uncover the new world ordering of He Who Own’s the Food seed, Owns Man....and so by 1947, we entered not only the Cold War, but the era for State led governance on a mass scale by rolling out the NHS, which was a good idea in principal, should it have been about surgery only, and then all preventive alternatives should have been the cure using nature as our gage. But no. Get the people dependent on the State and the market and watch man lose himself.
WE have lost 87% of our top soils as we continue using subsidised chemicals to run off into our water and bodies. We are losing species from flora to fauna to animals, insects, trees and seas but not a flicker unless you are David Attenborough or someone like me. And that our system to keep cutting, poisoning and extracting biological diversity through mass use of fossil fuel run offs is damaging our bodies and souls through disruptive, corrosive and carcinogenic neurotoxin disablers that have wrecked our central nervous systems and depleted our innate, natural immunity defence line of anti-bodies.
WE should be saying no to the continuous profitable marketing of main line pushers reliant on our fears to keep perpetuating terror and poverty consciousness and hoike them out of office and replace our old paradigm self serving masters of mainstream fear and loathing with transitioning how we use our land, better resource sharing and a willingness to stop handing over our powers to sociopath and ghastly grey suited and booted ministries of speak and spell.
We are all-consuming things that make our lives easier buying into the discordant and hypno-trancing baton waving for wanting things and made cheaply at that.
I see masses of elderly drugged up to their eye balls in Big Pharma that result in more falls and hip breaks than anything else. Plus don’t get me going on about isolation and loneliness. And what about Dementia and other diseases that lose your memory?? If we carry on using this system we wont remember anything about nature and how we come to be here as we continue to fuel and feed fear with huge discrepancies in the War on Drugs…on growth in capital markets, in land grabbing. What we do is rely on self medicating, self harming, selfish centred norms that are characterised by sloth, disempowerment & juxtapositions bred in ignorance, disease, conventional, orthodox and conformity languages that spell trouble if we dont play the pom evil games of mass production and mass surrendering to elitism and established old boys networks.
And that our only natural course is to take up arms with our own stories and rather enjoy bemoaning our individual status with how we started out in the world, what side of the fence we were on, who we listened to (our parents, teachers, leaders, tell -lie – vision
and all), and what of our factoring in who we are, and how do we get on with what we have here today in this diverse and artificially green pleasant land? Do we ask questions about our self respect, our families, friends, communities…and yet the in/out system of government is tied by money lenders, thieves, crooks, liars, evil despots, sycophants and those that give the illusion that they care about you and what you do in your life, when they care that you SERVE their end games, play their wars, feed into their fears, buy into the duplicitous state and hand all your own sovereignty over…to the above..
So what can we do?
For years I believed that the State was great, that I would always be a green supporter no matter what, and that Jeremy Corbyn is potentially the best alternative we have got. However something has radically changed with in me…I was never more sure of myself till I cleaned up my act and saw through the huge window pains of denial that had been my focus for way too long. I had been focusing on my past, my lacks, my not good enough’s, my wanting to be loved no matter what, and yes I still am a half wreck of a woman who has a long way to go, but I would say this: I do not eat shit, well rarely and I do not go to the Doctors EVER..unless I have broken all my arms and legs and obviously need a great great surgeon.
I use herbs that are gentle and effective periodically when I am well and or not. I listen to my body. I try to drink water with lemon every morning. I try to live simply and with a use that promotes all things sentient and that takes Earth living very seriously. I try to live without cruelty so do not eat my lovely friends the animals. And I am very grateful to having an earthly experience with my soul intact and how blooming great it is to travel and explore this world we all live in. And how lucky I am to write this right now with my music play on. Even through all my break downs, I have come to an innate self realisation, that it is a gift to face my break downs, allow my trauma’s to rise up out of my body, bone and blood, and that I had been looking at the world and how it works, the wrong way around. Everything mattered because I had grown up believing like everyone else, in the State, in governance from outside and in a perverted sense of who I am.
What if we all stopped running around like headless chickens paying rent to some other, slowed right down, crashed and broke everything we ever felt about ourselves and felt the pain? The pain that earth (Gaia) feels every time we lose another species, every-time we lose a forest, a person who actually cares about how mankind’s trajectory is going, about how we live together. What if we all faced our pain and our combined our histories of the world with our ancestral heritage? What if we one by one, stopped voting for blues and reds and buying into the industries of rent seeking to sell you cheapened, polluted and highly questionable products that break down in seconds, obsolete and destined for the landfills and incinerators, thrown away never to be thought of again…into the oceans of our minds, our seas, into the very fact that we are breaking down, losing our hearts to mass prescribing of broken down systems that in my opinion, are dying….If I am waking up from a long drowsy sleep, slowly but surely, then so can anyone…..I often go to Jon Rappoport for my reading on his researching Exiting of the Matrix for inspirational and another way of thinking about you, the individaul….https://jonrappoport.wordpress.com/
And I look to learn towards ancient, ageless wisdoms and all things esoteric combined with matters of the world as I unplug from the matrix of demons, ghosts, entities and such likes….reading and learning Bernhard Guenther’s posts and his excellent blogs. Bernhard Geunther https://veilofreality.com/
Whether you are a user of drugs illegal or not, what choices you make when you start to work out that you are the only one that can make a difference..you are the only one in your life, that can ween yourself off the mainstream everything and start to break down in order to feel all your pain and your gain…….It is fucking awesome and from someone who daily tried to be something I wasn’t, well a word I use a lot is recalibrating, because we all make mistakes and we are all part of humanity and flesh and blood, bone and earth made from her clay, to growing up in sunlight and water…..
‘The State coupled with crony capitalism is run for and by the same old masters of greed’.
Its time to switch over to transition towns https://transitionnetwork.org/where small is a beautiful rhetoric that works when there is a need to change the script from mass-produced to local skilling up, learning about engaging in what we have at hand be that herbalism, resource sharing, using organic home-grown initiatives, making old cottage craft industries, learning about where and what we inhabit and how we got here…using music, arts, stories, myths, anything but a central state of lies, and corruption and back handing of gerrymandering and continuous fear based droning on and cloning one size fits all no matter what, and that in school we could be teaching our kids the benefits of nature, the importance of ecology and how we live within our local means rather than who the rulers were of the past in kings and queens psyche and how the winners are taught in school in warring. I didn’t learn about The Enclosure Act yet I knew it in my humanity because in taking the grazing, foraging and harvesting rights in forest, field and common land away, was the beginning of the end for crafters, farmers, producers, wheelwrights, carpenters, blacksmiths, bakers, and seasonal workers that relied on the land for food and security. The people could no longer grow their own food and had to work for the Industrial Revolution new labour models. They had no choice but to go to the new emerging towns and cities, other they would have starved. That is another story…
The Farmers Markets are the best line of defence to keep big business out of your food security and for you to make a huge difference buying local foods to keep you out of subsidised over packaged fossil fuel additive intense shopping malls and polluted same bland shit foodstuffs.
Yet the truth be known, I sense the world is waking up very quickly as we all want to see our children having a world of wonder to explore, not exploit and see that our forests are left in the ground to keep us growing up in accordance with nature herself and moving into manageable home grown alternatives and communities. Those that use and abuse their bodies are in my view the fallen angels of earth who are showing us that the cracks are wide open for all to see and that Big Business is not what we want, and that through the painful transitioning of questioning all authority and choosing to realign to that belonging and caring for each other that encourages creativity and authenticity at the heart of all the matter on earth. We are now leaving the old matrix of divisiveness and corruption to keep them in top down lifestyles and our great Mother is asking each and everyone of us to choose wisely, no matter……
Yesterday at Islington Farmers Market, it came to me again, that we are living in a world where denial is the leading light of living, that you just carry on regardless do a bit for the environment, like recycle, but don’t worry about composting, just chuck it all in. The Drivers of the country do not really say who they really are, they don’t enforce environmental initiatives that would secure turning our waste into resource led leading technologies shoring up our lasting place with the natural world with the expressed and made insurance for future generations. The great human spirit sadly is not using workable mantra’s, positive engagement policies ensuring practices that enforce businesses, councils and individuals to think about the materials they use and harbour to make great stuff that lasts and to be the best at recycling, reusing, re-modelling, re-thinking and saving money in all the stuff that is made, sold, and used and all the roads, rubbish and energy harnessed to be the least wasteful and most efficient.
Far from it. Still in infancy and fanciful illusionary states of perception, we still do not live in meaningful and tangible related lifestyles, that of which demands that The State would actually be accountable for the taxes we hand over to keep us healthy, well, working enthusiastically living in accordance to the individual divine sovereignty; no we are grotesquely fisted into draconian war mongering lawyering, fear ramped soliciting and mass main stream mono-cropped marketing that throws us all under the bus with unknown bob job/jobs worth councillors, grey brow beaten part-time MP’s, severely psychopathic CEO’s who think nothing of their impacts worldwide, possible offsetting their carbon footprints with trees, and wells in Africa to make their conscious’ better. We are rather all counted heads of usury based products and services serving foul minded leaders, hierarchical systems, royalty and celebrity peers top down, whilst destroying and agreeing to this whittling self-service diatribe, duty led and the impoverished decisions collectively tampering wasteful carbuncles that is currently on offer made anywhere but here.
Our past few hundred years has seen the mass deforestation, mass land-grabbing, mass warring, and mass extraction of lands, oceans, skies and such that we are on a trajectory for not only mass extinction but our own mass shortfalls and breakdowns. The kids are being herded in schooling systems that are breeding mistrust, mass boredom, mass trance of lessons, admin, and waste. We are corralling our kids into a world of want, desire, and instant gratification. We are now in total fear based cahoots with mainstream lobbying systems, that are being ad-mined by The State.
I have just recently read two good books – KLF by John Higgs that allows one to move into the world of consciousness and what was the reasons behind burning a million quid on August 23rd 1992 in Jura by The KLF… John Higgs goes in deep and writes both pragmatically and esoterically which is an art in itself. It weaved a sense of a dating the twentieth century as the shortest century beginning in 1914 The Great War to 1994…a figuratively shortest century that was about men and machines and the killing of these men that have fought for power, prestige, money and how to collect debts from everywhere in a usury system. Bill Drummond and Jimmy Caulty who have an ongoing representation and energy around the Ancient arts of Mu Mu (the Ageless Wisdom’s), and the gospel according to celebrity, top ten hits and unusual activities that are rich in the unsaid’s and unseen’s that wave batons of division, warring and fear based galvanising gal-loops upon the masses; the K foundation simply warped and walked into the un-made, un-said stuff of high weird warped pauses of the world of the unusual men leading us.
I then read Life after the State by Dominic Frisby, who has cleverly summed up how the State’s prime function is to get your hard-earned wonga’s. That the State governs our health (NHS) so we have somehow been tranced out of preventing all the ills and woes of choosing bad food, bad jobs, bad this and that, and the state is a subplot of utilities and good public execution in rather, extracting your money under a system that requires we vote, thinking we have choices to those we place in power, feeling that we are all being looked after, should the State fall, God help us all, anarchy, terrorism, riots would be all that was left from each and every one of us, because that is what we are told subversively, in great educational and propaganda advertising selling constant fabrications, to own us all, take what we earn, or chaos will reign heavens upon us. In a nut, the individual is not to be trusted. There would be in-fighting, stealing, going crazy without our benevolent status symbol of The State.
How has the State become so powerful and how come we are not throwing it off our backs as a useless law governed intervention that is an irrational load of codswallop undoubtedly crippling us all from the off?
I would say that the state is out of date! And whatever views one has on Brexit was the countries two finger salute to more of the same shame and guilt run by crooks, bankers, law makers and Gerry back handlers.
WE have seen mass quantitive easing scheming and banking bailouts that would not have been able to happen under the physical Gold Standard positioned to keep Banks from printing paper binding us to high interest rates, and in fact the First World War would have been over by christmas if the Fed Reserve Banking unauthorised 1913 Amendment act hadn’t been used to de-value money taking away physical weighted gold avoiding the perilous printing of paper money, willy nilly. Millions of beautiful lives would have not been lost and the enormous grief that became crystallised in stone hearts, tears, walls, separating beliefs, all held down inflammatory shock, trauma, despair and loss from those all caught up in that particularly cruel feasting of man and nationality. We all got infected from a small band of undisclosed leaders who saw profit from warring, and the rise of banking and State stewardship’s collaborating in the greatest conmen trickery known as Tax Collectors, and Money lenders. WE continually give the nod to illusionary fiat based currencies. We are witnessing daylight robbery as individuals, playing our parts handing it over to the continuous unsettling drama’s being watched from our couches, phones, social platforms as climate changes rages on, mirroring the havoc we encounter with ourselves and our supposed loyalty to wishing to keep buying into our desert-filled shopping aisles and egregiousness willing on the big-wigging whooping that all men are equal blab blab blab, so long as you pay up, enter their games and don’t question authority, or the proxy wars that our brothers and sisters are fleeing from as our bombs made here, arms en-souled and manufactured drop with impunity on where those military stocks and shares are sold to, dropped, used or not, so long as they keep selling.
A bipolar, schizophrenia overload of the lucrative chemical Industrial Revolution in their carcinogenic, synthetic, fake colorations, ad-on fillers, impartial to all human health and all great living sentient world ecological systems that are the reefs, land animals, swamps, meadows, insects, flora and fauna from our Great Mother and all brushed off under the Dow Jones indexes which keep carving up the countryside for mass artificial sell offs, as though these natural resources should never disappear as we are distracted every single step of the day by indifference and the fear based not having enough hoarding mentality, and besides what could you do anyway?
This is it folks! Step outside, buy buy buy and don’t worry about the shit storm of inequality and greed raging throughout your general fear laced matrix mind-set. We are relying on you forgetting, you are now so poorly equipped to see how run down, weakened by Big-Pharma and Big Agri-chemicals, reliant on your subsidies you’ve become. I too watch Netflix, occasionally shop in the big shops, and don’t think overly of the plastic going into landfills and incinerators.
What if we take away these very immoral and unethical drivers out of play from the current set ups and give common sense incentivised using local grass root economies. What would happen?
I know man and woman are all seeking a purpose, one that works on behalf of a faith built by good thinking, leading to good actions, good deeds and good energy that would grow organically as good crafting would deflect the need for throw away and begin to allow the emergence of transitioning from fast food, fast money, fast stupid decisions to a complete slowing down of what we consider useful and life replenishing, as we begin our inventories to the miracles of life.
WE are now reducing our drivers to switching to authentic and natural higher states of play that deliver quality and longevity and not places that destroy local environments to all the animal kingdoms, as we are immune to the horrors of lost forests that orangutans and all primates need to survive, and that rhino, tigers, bears, bird life are all protected and not forgotten on the brink of extinction. Our highest nobel parts are now 360* scrambling to undo the harm and reinvent the wheel of life at making good shit out of art, grow really good food, sold at real plough to plate markets, that do not rely on GDP’s, and interest rated greedy, colossal, grim self-serving hedge betting disastrous derivatives; and SUBSIDIES.
We would flower up sensing a coming together that would actually allow bottom upping, meeting top downing as third way alternatives, clean, healthy, fitful and essential would be normalised. We would stop manufacturing tat and shite. In fact, our thinking would change pretty quickly.
I imagine we would each start to remember who and where we come from, earth, the clay, the soil, the land, the air, the water, the things that make life worth getting out of bed as we stop consuming and start living and that our roles and responsibilities were based on age-old cultural myths and story telling as custodians and husbands to Mother Earth no longer brow beating, un-lore-fully implicated to signing on the dotted line from birth to death, and contributing to extremely unsavoury collusive gerrymandering, and quango tax havens corporate-tied and spilling waste out everywhere clogging up all our breathing and eliminating holes.
Slow Movement is here…
The milk of human kindness
By the gentle phase out our addictions in monetary terms only, replacing costing the earth practices, and adopting a fourth wave alkalising slow movement era that is ripe for picking, and dusted in self autonomy, self governance, self-care, and in no doubt how to recognise con men, duplicitous odd bods once and for all, and the especially cheer on the wonderful elemental’s of wind, sun, rain to fuel precipitation ensuring food grown naturally and low carbon initiatives to warm our homes, and keep all man and all sentients benefitting from shared resources.
A complete stopping of plastic and fossil fuel run offs being run down, and the awful models of extracting business would have to ask real questions that link their grasping and destabilising factors, that have up till now, taken from you, me, him, her, them. Payments to keep manufacturing weapons of mass destroyers to ecology and Gaia herself would stop.
We will all have to tighten our belts, stop buying into fear, greed and sloth, and all have a part to play in the big clean up.
Our wish to live simply with seasonality as the guiding footprint/foot falls to what we buy into.
That this writing outpoured like my heart-felt enquiries in this great de-facto known quite honestly, as a plug in-matrix that keeps the same rhetoric of sell sell sell, make money mark our words and our rules and you will live freely. George Orwell devoted his last years to 1984, highlighting the dizzying compliant human breeders we’ve all become ruled by rules, and regulations. I have been keenly interested in uprising and outing poor quality everything’s just to make a buck. It just has never felt right, the wrong from right. We have been led like sheep, conformed, collectivised, herded and our main streams are dripping in buckets of wishy-washy heretics that do not allow us to live mindfully, ecologically and stocked with awareness in all things social, environmental and economical. However we have powerful imaginations and are all ready to rewrite a new something in to being.
The Solution? Switch to clean, green alternatives and stop buying junk. Question everything and keep shaping your choices in how you live. Don’t believe the hype and consciously work internally not externally. Grow out of unconditional love.
There is a third way. And it’s here.
I out and out of London this summer, my plan always to leave asap, and to get out into the world. However I have fallen in love with a dog named Bullit, and I wish he could be with me, his next trip will be on my brother’s 50th on August 10th…with Helen, Bullit’s mum, and our tribe…
Bullit the great, with his incredibly massive smile, teeth grinning upwards and his whole demeanour filled with love and gratitude for ALL the small things in life…running outside, walking on grass, going enthusiastically up to his beloved heath, being apart of the world in all its wonder and reverence and not getting caught up in the melodrama of humanity that flails and flounders around the edges of space time, out and up in the arms of war and peace, with humans trajectory all about what one can get from the world owning them something, so my little words this day are all to be with the undeniably love and care I feel for the relationship of dog sharing, and caring, and how it has changed me yet again. To know a Dog, to relate to the wonderful world of animals, dogs, cats, plants, insects, elemental, is all wrapped up in a natural and seasonal homecoming cycle. The dog is god, and this means the dog gets you out of yourself, out of your lair, our of your head, where you procrastinate, indulge, stay stuck in your human environment and that sort of being leads to quite a mess at times. We humans get stuck and get self-centred, preoccupied with how the world is so bad, how the governments are so corrupt, how working sucks, how our relationships with our significant others, are so wrong, and yet when you have the where with with a dog, or animal, you become grounded, able to extend that of which is usually hidden, and the heart opens, the mind is free and the world is at sorts with the husbandry and creativity that comes with going outside, on a walk with mans best friend.
I grew up with a father who’d more than often or not when on his travails, I’d leap up noticing him with me running after him, excited at the chance of jumping in the vehicle and heading off to some other really nice farm, or somewhere, saying, Daddy where are you going?
‘To see a man a bout a dog…’ was the reply, always and consistent and so a part of the small innocent self would really hope and pray that a dog would be on his or her way into my arms of love, to have and hold, to be with and to grow old, I loved, and love to this day the very essence of having a dog about the place or here in the centre of London, knowing that I have Bullit downstairs at my wonderful neighbours, Helen with her three kids.
We have all become one big share dog, and that dog is Bullit. He is our symbol dog and I have fallen deeply in love. Two years ago, I took him up to the heath, and took him off the lead, he was just under two, and he utterly loved it, yes he ran away straight into the packs of the big walking dogs, with their huge varieties, big ones, little ones, yappy, snappy, and totally chilled, there Bullit would run and make friends, he is the life of the party and his gregarious nature has pushed him out and into the loving trusting arms of all and sundry. I would literally have to peel him out of his group social meanderings and lead him off to Patrick’s Wood, or Witches Wood on the heath and step by step, Bullit became a beloved fan of the wilds of the heath to wonder across the meadows, up and around edges of ponds, into ponds, and beyond the ponds. Bullit and I discovered another element to that magical place and love it with all our hearts.
Bullit up to then had not been off the lead and so bit by bit, I have been training him on the road to go off lead, in our little walks on trails around snatches of paths and parks, alleys and back streets, and then we go to the back of my block and into the secret garden, of which is private, yet accessible to us, we go there, hang with the bees, flowers, foxes and birds. I meditate, he plays with the fountain and ball and we are at a complete happiness only retained by the sheer simplicity of having a dog to share and care about. Bullit has convinced me that apart from the amazing fortune I have of being able to share this Norfolk mix, this bundle of joy, this grain of jane and cheese on toast, that the life we lead on earth is not to be missed by our dramatic self pities, our not good enough and our sabotaging on going persona’s.
The simple and effective beast of nature, the loyal wagging and charismatic dog, is a humbling blessing for anyone and everyone wishing to change their viewpoints on the bigger picture. Bullit is kind, energetic, wild, cuddly, joyful and telepathic. WE talk, we know, we just sense and accept that the walk is the mission, the sniffing, the natural outcome of a dog’s nature, and that to take care of animals breeds good feedback to the small simpleton human with ones complexity and own self importance…its funny because I am a vegetarian, yes, primarily down to the fact that I love animals from the minute I grew up on a farm to the self-awareness that eating animals may taste good, but for me, it leaves me feeling sad, mixed, confused and not satisfied in any way, I just imagine we are eating my adopted dog Bullit or any of the animals I have the great fortune to be blessed with…
Animals, plants, worlds; We humans are abridged to the wonders of all sentient beings, and dogs are so much apart of life on earth. It never fails to amaze me as to how and why humans can just forget because the world many of us inhabit are filled with distractions, and much to do, we forget and more than often just leave our own trajectory into the world externally, and forget that we are so much better when in nature, with nature, apart of nature and so discover from our willingness and passion.
Most men are not cruel, negligible, self-centred, and self obsessed and yet we focus in on that becoming rather abstract from the whole wellbeingness of being seated embedded in mother nature interventions that ground and guide our imaginations, and grow our hearts into an alchemical and far in landscape that smells, moves, creates and hums, and allows all things to be as they are.
In a nut..life is great with a mutt!
My sexual early beginnings began not quite the way one would imagine, with princes and sparkly dresses wrapped in a fairy tale with love at the centre of my world; no my whole trajectory in the shaping of my early years was hot bedded, quite seedy and filled with notions that something heated up between my legs, in my belly and left me quite alarmingly hungry for love, for sex, for fantasy, for man, for touch and for intimacy. I was fascinated and full on with all things related to the mans cock and how he perceived me, as I perceived him. I liked the attention. I liked the way they looked at me, and I liked the whole unfolding sequencing that would lead to some conclusions, usually a hot orgasm. I was young, I was good-looking, and I had a lot of guts. I liked to dress up, I liked to look good, I like to smell good and I liked to flirt. I had learnt much from French films in the late 70’s, my father and his outrageous language to the ladies, and girls around him, including family members, and I must have even learnt behaviours from my mother when she had been briefly around when I was very little. It occurred to me when I went through the men-o-pause, it was my hormones that drove me to incredible lengths propelling me in to a highly sexed version of my real self. I couldn’t put the man down no matter how I tried.
I had a steady flow of looping highs as I became quite predatory in my pursuit of the game of man.
I had many lovers, many boyfriends and many one night stands. I was unstoppable and it was only till my last love of my life, that became the beginning of my change. At last my hormones that had nearly driven me over the top, unstoppable, unbelievable, began to wane in the natural flow of a woman’s life and I started to be able to slow down and get to KNOW THYSELF. I have no regrets about my hormonal, crazy, foggy, lit up lighting nights of shagging, and loving with all my heart, all my lovers, all my boyfriends and all those strangers I would pick up, quite easily, just because my progesterone and oestrogen were explosive and came with my body, my spirit, my emotions, my self. I was naturally wilful and naturally gregarious, wanting always wanting to be loved, to be held, to be cherished, but when the man fell, I left him, to start up the cycle of love-making all over again. In a nut I was a love and sex addict, something that is common with many many many of us, and I was no different with my people pleasing and seeking approval from everywhere, down to dysfunctional childhood upbringing, and low self-esteem. The Men-O-Pause, was the beginning of my freedom. I started to become aware that there was another way that wasnt dominated by the rush rush, tish tosh of the sweeping wanting, desiring, heating hot hormonal nights and all that drama and distraction that consumed me, leaving a wake of tatters, broken hearts, rock bottoms. My hormones were out of control.
Then I had a disastrous relationship with a drug addict in 2014, this would be my arma matra, my final wake up from a long long his and herstory. I went down into his world, his energetic vibes, and got caught in the headlights, so to speak, which burnt, singed, and smashed me open. Then the work on myself really began. I got clean and serene and worked the steps, it was like the windows opened up and the birds sounded different, the whole world changed and I began to chase down my demons, ghosts and entities, one by one. I had already began to work steadily from saving the planet (wtf?!) to saving myself when my father died in 2009 and retrained as a therapist and began to dive into the bottomless ebb and flow of how the body works. I really went deep into the endocrine system of hormones using herbs as the most obvious and wonderful natural way to get a sense on intracellular cellular feelings, and how they are all individual electrolytes, quarks, subatomic particles, energy, synapses, miracles that work in relationship to the whole cosmic soup of doing, being, actualities and materialising.
I read Leslie Kenton’s fabulous book, Passage To Power, which gave me all the ammo NOT to use HRT/and any other antibodies/antigens type prescription courses through this. I never would anyway, my whole life trajectory began on the back of my mother being on antidepressants when I was in the womb, and so I knew innately what that sort of life it could lead to. My mother, Jacqueline Paget – Manners, was another guinea pig, as her parents, my grandparents were. My father always said, that when my mum started on these drugs prescribed in the mid 60’s, it was the biggest disaster to have befallen her. She got hooked, and gullible continued using prescription drugs as the way to what, health? Her energy, her pure pure girlish energy dipped upon that journey and led her to becoming moody, stroppy, tired, sleeping at wrong times, and highly down. She became hooked and depressed. The cocktails of that day in the 1960’s were Temazepam and well, I wish I could read you off the list, but it ain’t happening, because I knew that I would not be one of the humans to get caught in the strong-arm of the NHS and that system of health using pharmaceuticals. I am grateful that my mother gave me the gift to defend my own sovereignty by realising very early on, that the only way I was going to keep sane, was determining how my chance meetings would lead me into a world of sex, drugs, rock n roll, and then counter-culture.
This all shaped my life to find that when I got to London in 1984 as a live in nanny in Holland Park, I knew nothing about vegetarianism, and I certainly wasn’t going to take drugs. By the end of 84, I had turned veggie, was smoking pot, and experimenting. My luck really began to change when I had the good fortune to meet Jason at Kings Cross tube who had a rat in a cage going to Archway. He was hot. I was going to Camden Town market. I spent a lovely afternoon listening to The Velvet Underground at his. He told me he had a girlfriend and that they had an ‘open’ relationship. I fell for that line, and we became lovers. At that time I was living in a shared flat in Linden Gardens in Nottinghill Gate. I had a party there and Jason brought Rima and some other cool friends to the party. I fell instantly in love with Rima. She was a cool chick, and so kind in her energy. I was immediately attracted to her whole vibe. Fortunately I was a mover and shaker in the aesthetics and impressed her with my whole look and feel.
We became best friends and in so, she also introduced me to her family, her father, Craig Sams and her uncle Gregory, who were running
Whole Earth Foods, and Harmony/Real Eat.
I was so lucky to integrate and be asked to join family dinners and discuss what organic food v non organic meant. I also realised that these people were royal nobility. I fell in love with organic foodstuffs, macrobiotics, brown rice, seaweed, and organic baked beans! Yum! I started to recalibrate my up bringing whilst suddenly realising that the whole world in the shops was non organic, that food being made in the fields were being sprayed with mass intense cocktails of chemicals, and that after two years of being a veggie, there wasn’t much in the way of choice in the big shops.
I realised we were all being poisoned by Big Agricultural Business. I also began seeking out my own organic food haunts in health food shops, and anywhere really so long as it was drenched in chemicals, and saturated in additives from plough to plate, I knew my life would be in some honest, authentic alignment with Mother Nature her self. My father always stated that the role of a farmer, was to be a husband to Mother Nature, to tend, care, and take care of her, so she in turn would provide seasonally, her bounty.
I became further convinced when I began to look with horror at the reasons as to why the rain forests were coming down, and what was being replaced from those magnificent and glorious old growth forests rich in biodiversity and when it became clear it was soya, beef and sugar, I was very alarmed, upset and so became even more engrossed in redirecting my messages from the main stream to the alternative and indigenous form of living on this incredibly wonderful blue planet.
This story unfolded like my imagination, fertile, uncovering parts of myself, and here’s the rub, I don’t use main stream bleating fear based tactics to get healthy, I now have the wisdom and insight as a practitioner of firstly myself, and then those outside of me, to always impart honest truths that work on a higher resonance to that of those who sadly are being led to the slaughter abattoir terrorised in flight, fight and freeze fear hormones as they eat the slashed and burned flesh of those animals, those sentient creatures, and then they get sick from the antibiotics, growth hormones, colourants, additives, E numbers, msg’s and on it goes, and go glibly to the main stream doctors to take their pharmaceuticals, get trapped by fear, into the whole god damned unnatural cycles of eating bad foods, and medicating on bad drugs, that’s whole premise is only concerned with making money out of you, me, jimmy, jack and john, whilst the planet suffers under the crony capitalists and the extremely unhealthy view on how we consume, and prosper on a resource land grab madness and mayhem.
We have to wake up from that programming, break down, break free and jump into the world of biodiversity and self-care. It takes guts, it takes courage, but its the most honest, authentic and fantastic thing you can do to get your own unique vibration and self awareness that leads you to health and happiness whilst making sure that you look after the planet for future generations and do not rely on statins, prescriptions, antidepressants, antibiotics, anti inflammatory. (All for another blog, another day).
It nearly killed me, but the shadow workings really exposed my deep patterning, and then the miracle of men-o-pause really kicked in. It was stunning. The flashes, the flushes, the feelings, all bubbled up from the darkest turrets and corners, and deep beds that lay in my body, bone, blood, sinews, ligaments, organs…I became liberated and self orienting as I suddenly looked at the man in a new light. He wasn’t just a body, to consume, he was a human, a friend, something real and tangible and this gave me hope, faith, and a sense of peace. I grew up. And the tides of crone, with white, feathery streaks falling in my hair, natural, all natural, and it felt emancipating and so so beautiful. I looked around my scattered past, my crazy days, my youthful and middling ages, and now, now, I can see I can do and be anything I put my mind to.
Everything is down to energy. The food you eat. The Way you think. The paths you journey upon. Its all down to little old you and me. I am free, I am free thank you.
Source: MAY May Day
I am so close to tears, so much emotional energy and physical-ness- is pouring out of me…this past week and a half has and is pure Warrior energy…As I dived into the watery landscape of March the mad hare month, and faced all things unfolding, it was a very enlightening surprisal appraisal of all things good, authentic and playful. Spring was in deed around this corner and it came in the bag full as we moved from precarious Pisces to the demonstrative action Aries. I want this to sound good and well, and not too crazy, however it was crazy, it was deep, it was syncretistic, I did learn so much, and I have met such a variety of world workers from all walks, as well as step with my own dear blood family. Celebratory seems to be this months trajectory. And on top, I highly recommend that everyone switches off their main stream medial mechanisms, and tunes in to themselves, firstly, in so to allow self-development, non judgmental partisan behaviours and self-awareness that leads to full creative potentials….I have learnt the hard way in the times before, and I have leant to feel the force of flow and catch it in the waves. So where to begin this story?
March unfolded and sprang into an up and early to catch the many worms as I found myself working the door at MorningGloryVille…a sober dance party in east london that was themed on Africa. -us http://morninggloryville.com/about-us
Then to actually fall in love with Tom Hardy from a suggestion of watching Taboo from some dear customers from Islington Farmers Market and yes, I almost began a stalker campaign….he and his father wrote Taboo, however when filming, apparently it took a life of its own esoterically as though spirits from the other world wished to be really pulled into this rather authentic skull duggery East India cloak and dagger drama set in the 18th century with the theme of business as usual, go and kill the natives, make them slaves and whilst you’re at it, take all their possessions, which was one of the first legal drafts from The Admiralty Law; that said sails up, go conquer, plunder, take, plant your flag and bring back to your homelands, booty for the King! And so it was….
Then if that wasn’t enough to keep me interested I had the most good fortune to be asked to be a study on how Twin sisters daughters pan out, within the Ayurvedic charts with Astrologer Sonal and my twin cousin Lucille Glenn, at The Theosophical Society, No 50 Gloucester Place, W1 and hear the most illuminating lecture on how my father and mother played out with my life, and many of you who know me, know that childhood was beseeched with bad luck in regards to parenting. However our most illustrious Vedic astrologer beautifully interpreted who and how we were in this most fabulous setting where Madame Blavatsky and her community lived, and orderly opened up the questions of enlightenment in the 19th century of which I became very fascinated and began studying that society with other very interesting people like Rudolf Steiner, Alice Bailey, Krisna merti and having the good fortune to read Vera Stanley Alder and Finding of the Third Eye, The Initiation of The World and The Fifth Dimension, all written in the mid 20th century. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vera_Stanley_Alder . I buzzed off on Sonal’s interpretation , the astrologers recounting of life with Manners/Paget and how my charts are blessed, though I do have Scorpio rising in this ancient eastern philosophy….yet much to be grateful – I purred a lot in this reading. And realised I can do anything should I put my mind to and of which I have done a fair bit. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helena_Blavatsky
Where to begin? I suppose at the beginning…Back before Christmas I saw a feed that had a strange looking energy around it, It was The Dark Mountain Project, and I read some of the folk myth stories from it, and I was attracted to it, intuitively, I knew something different was being forecasted, discussed, placed in the world in a form, shape and frequency that almost matched my own way of thinking…I liked and sent the project off to other people as friends on Facebook, who I thought would be interested. I then forgot all about that and got on with the holidays as one does. In the New Year, I thought I’d start this blog, no matter how it would look, feel, be, and opened up myself to getting behind the scenes of learning about WordPress and the bones it would be to make a small place for me to off let, outlet and blood let my deepest feelings coming up, which also ran along my creative writing course at City Lit. I just knew that for me to take the right foot forward I would have to expose myself in a proper way, even though some of the stories coming out of me would be difficult. I then noticed another story on Dark Mountain, by now I had placed this group as a follow on Girls from The Green Stuff, and I thought I should go and look at them again, I noticed they were doing an event, so I naturally opened up the field of consciousness to finding it was an event questioning the system in Schumacher College in Devon part of the Dartington Hall deep green ecology network & world. My intuition buzzed and I looked with keen interest at Schumacher, this was the place that Satish Kumar made his physical dream come to reality back in the early 90’s. I booked there and then, and put it tidily to bed till the event last week.
Then I met Satish kumar – the conceptualiser of Resurgence & Ecologist & Schumacher college on Wednesday 23rd March at Dartington Hall in Space as we listened to Paul and Dougald discuss the inbetween space of humanity and ecology that is much at the forefront of any decent enquiring mind where the world is filled with despots running their corrupt corporate mandates for slave debt money debt society. Satish held me captivated, intrigued and some one I aspired to be from a very long time with his very sincere, open-minded, willingness to explore the creation of life on earth and how we humanity, regard our place in the universe with Mother Earth, our provider, nurturer, life give.
We are all excitable children here in the time we come to earth and in our journeying were are explorers, and are grown up to wonder at the world, I was very fortunate to know how to ride a pony, milk a cow, egg hunt, play in the barns, rivers, woods and use my imagination to feel a wanna be lineage to the innate glory of all things organic, seasonal, habited, blessed, animate, inanimate, educational, practising and profound. Satish started Resurgence & Ecologist in 1966 and his whole wellness comes from a very sound perception that we are all interconnected emotionally, spiritually, mentally, and physically bound by earth, sun, moon, universe, elemental, diversity, poetry, eating organically, locally, growing, planting, grounding, seeking to keep self-improvement and mastering ones own destiny accordingly to ones own paradox! I learnt to fly again this week in Schumacher with a group of highly evolved spiritual beings and felt utterly grateful for my wonderful higher self to align me with The Dark Mountain Project online and put my money where my mouth was. I utterly couldn’t make up the joyousness of mulching, fertile, learning life-styling……
I was also propelled into a world of deep unseated thinking in a wild habitat filled with volunteers, and other courses…courses that were almost designed for me alone and the world I wished to investigate. I am so fiercely fed up with the diatribe language of world-work to live and that everything is costed, commodities, profiteers and that there is much more in the world than that. I simply had arrived in my spiritual physical home, Schumacher.
From the minute I met Zach from Toronto asking at Totnes in the rain to go to Schumacher and then another lovely girl also sprung forward, we were on our way. Things were looking and feeling already unusually easy. The cab itself was cheap and my happiness at going to this retreat was buzzy. In fact I did not stop buzzing. In the hall entrance way at Schumacher I met Peter Reason, author of In Search of Grace, Anna, sculptress/artist, and bit by bit, the group unfolded over a good organic, local seasonal lunch as we landed. A large group of 25 and very nice homely vibes abound all of us. After lunch and a settling in, we had our first discourse with Paul Kingsnorth and Dougald Hine which was very inspiring. We also went out into the woods to finish up the introductions to each other. I coupled up with a scientist, and had sat next to a lovely woman from Missouri with a fab southern accent. Deirdre. Day one was over, not before I re-met Todd Hanson, artist who knew the same people as me, and such a lovely he turned out to be. In fact, I had a bit of a crush that unfolded like a silly teenager; this place just allowed all this stuff to un-pour out of one, in a girlish and open-minded manner.
A truly highlighting moment for me at a lecture with Colin Campbell in the library at Dartington Hall discussing the Watery aspects of life and depression in society and how we are not permitted to accept and dive into our who we are. He went to university in the west, and got sick off the food, and western medicine could not help, so it was his tribal lands and relationship that brought harmony and wellness back to his soul. Colin Campbell’s upbringing in Botswana, the son of a renowned anthropologist and a creative healing mother. His grandmother was a famous healer, whom people voyaged to see from far afield. On formative childhood travels with his father he slept under stars, learned from traditional San people and ways of the desert, awoke beside lion paw prints, and regularly fished cobras out of his bedroom draw. Through the time of his upbringing he acquired a deep knowledge of Tswana culture and its traditional medicinal and spiritual practices. His talk fascinated me on the vernacular of Water of that comes from the middling years of life proceeding the fiery early years of a mixed up and down of being, and the impulses of sexual creativity years, look at me, here I am to a more open and wide atmosphere in growing up into a where the water allows humility to really come through, and self acceptance. His voice melodically sang as he took us on a close and personal quest that was touching and quite beautiful, eloquently sharing a transmutational pull of sentience as again, my frequencies hummed harmonically to his discourse. Colin Campbell allowed me to really remember a more solid understanding of the world we live in and how we have forgotten our tribal indigenous inter-relationships, interdependency and elders to children communities, all mixed with the natural cycles of life-giving seasonality, earth, wood, minerals and all things life affirming which are most assuredly lost in the urban city.
Though I did go and look more in to Dark Mountain and noticed a very good part of their thinking and feeling strategies are based around The Commoners, and what it used to be such an integral part of all human families, in their tribal communities and generations. When man became displaced with his ancestral lands, traditions, culture, family, things began to really go in a different direction. If you had no family to look after you no matter what in your own home, with a fire at the centre of the house, life was tough and to work for the means to live was the worst thing a man, or woman could happen upon her. The work ethic was unheard of throughout mans growing up in communities, yes, a man and a woman knew how to forage, make, skill ship through their families traditions, but to work without a family to return home to, with not a hearth and oven to bake bread and break it, drink local hops, mead and such was considered shameful. The commercial man really started to eerily transit in his adventures abroad, and warring. Man began to forget his heart was home and local and family oriented. The common life began to change from about the 15th C to The Enclosure Acts of the mid 18th century, as the Industrious pompous and greedy man began to corral and creep into the once open common lands that were essential to all beings freely foraging and walking about the communities of village and town life. The common man began to falter and lose step with the complex and fertile essence and potency that generations of man, woman, child, beast, field, river, stream, copse, forest, ancient crop rotations, seasonal feasting and fallow, folk stories, myth stories told by singing, by weaving, and by creating and not on paper, not in law, not in some stupid rich mans world where parochial was considered foul play by the now seeker of profit before planet. Local cottage industries all had a place and a need that had no written condemnation and that the community was complexed and very much attuned down the line of common lore and common values. When man began to use the law and his mental intelligence, he pushed hard against land use and began herding, enslaving, enforcing, making laws, acting upon them laws and we, the people began to separate from nature. Science played it’s part too, with the church to point at herbal lore, healing modalities, walking paths as it accelerated in full force from the 17th century. Dougald Hine’s message really struck a chord with me as I grew up on a farm called The Common Farm. And I recognise that creativity is more encouraging to my health and wellbeing, than automation and repetitive teaching.
To finish off my Mad March Month Blog, the next highlight of the Schumacher experience was the Deep Time Walk with Stefan Harding, see below. I couldn’t get enough and all children, and adults should attend. I made field recordings, and I am going to edit a little sound cloud of it. I learnt about life on earth in a two-hour walk on the Jurassic coast line. I now understand how time is irrelevant in the great scheme of things and that harmony, upwelling to the sun and planets are all vibrational and that mother earth, Gaia, loves us, so much. That’s how we stay grounded!
We are all part of a deep green ecological diverse world and on my walk with Professor Stefan Harding from Schumacher, we walked the Deep Time till we became bacteria, and in that bacteria we became men. We are all required to become better husbands to mother nature and co-create as individuals a beautiful outlook of high gods and goddesses that resonate higher powering up frequencies through choosing ethically, switching off the telly, tuning in to mindfulness and meditation, listening to the birds, and being grateful for being here right now in this time.
And finally, I got to spend the last weekend in March with my brother Lester James ‘Piggot’ Manners and Lucille Josephine Glen. We rocked the racing, Abba night, and The ancient White Horse Hill, though we were very tired by Sunday.
I found Resonance FM, 104.4. Are doing Space time holographic T-Shirts for Aphex Twin world tour…connected with my dear family in the beautiful countryside, met some awesome people world-wide, fell in love with fun, fungi and funny moments that are deeply imprinted in my life forever. I even got a photo of Aunty Binks, see below at Siddington Point to Point. I nearly cried when I saw her after all – she did bring me up!We hugged, and we laughed and all was forgotten that had pained me and pushed me into a place of separation. To enjoy the fruits of my family members, really makes me cry with joy.
I thank all that have come on this month of marching of which that have been masses – racism, NHS, Anti-Trumpism, and Anti-Brexit…I have not seen London like this for quite some time. The world is turning upside down as the people and planet now are shifting into chaos of which is a good thing.
Thank you Mad Marching Hares…Thank you