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