Tipping Point is here.

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. Industrial revolution

Last night I heard George Monbiot out of the wreckage.jpegdiscuss 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. quote-the-main-point-for-me-is-moral-animals-are-sentient-beings-i-know-for-some-this-is-a-hard-grace-slick-172420.jpgThe 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.

http://www.thelandmagazine.org.uk/articles/short-history-enclosure-britain

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Plugged in, drugged up and zombies on the rise…

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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…..zombie-643461_960_720

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. Mythical man

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.cropped-farmland.jpg

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.IMG_1377

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…Industrial revolution

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……

The State is broke…viva Mother Nature!

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.

Life AFter the state

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.

 

To See A Man About A Dog..

Lester Manners

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.

My wonderful mad and eccentric dad...at The Common Farm...

H J M’Mad’ Manners

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!

 

Men-o-pause and how my love for organic food has kept me sane… — Straight From The Horses Mouth

Men-o-pause and how my love for organic food has kept me sane…

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 […]

via Men-o-pause and how my love for organic food has kept me sane… — Straight From The Horses Mouth

The month of the Mad Marching Hare, Dark Mountain, Schumacher, Theosophical Society & Point to Pointing…

This March is most assuredly as mad as a hatter ever there was…great stuff…

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….

The most beautiful man I stalked this month, Tom Hardy on Taboo…brilliant skull duggery BBC

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.

Meeting creator of Resurgence &  Ecologist at Dartington Hall, Devon…Oh MY!

The very interesting Resurgence & Ecologist latest edition

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I love and listen eagerly to Resonance FM, 104.4..no adverts, public community, arts, musical, unusual, different, educational, in fact I will get something on this Radio Station…Brilliant

https://www.resonancefm.com/

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.

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Paul Kingsnorth & Dougald Hine at Dartington Hall, Devon discussing the world between fixed political gerrymandering and what if another conversation could really begin that wasn’t money based only

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.

The most entertaining walk ever on Deep Time Earth and how it evolved over billions of years to become the most incredible balances plant, animal, natural, inanimate, elemental, watery emotionally, spiritual life giving planet in this orbit

Fungi fungi drawing all the sunlight from the tree top canopies to feed photosynthesis down into the undergrowth for all life,feeding carbon and breathing out oxygen…beautiful with Stefan Harding, very stimulating walk and talk from Schumacher

Inside the jockey tent with my cousin Lucille and some Irish……My Beautiful talented and kind brother Lester and new friend Jo.

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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!

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A racing man, Me, Aunty Binks and brother Lester James at Siddington Point to Point…

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.

Another March, marching in London…I think it was a record three or four this month, this year, 2017

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One of the many Mad Marching Month of March in London 2017

Thank you Mad Marching Hares…Thank you

Shuumacher is …

Bright bold light day spring

Simply divine….

Here’s my poem:

Great basket islands

Skelleg to here west coasting

McKilleycuddy reegs The Burren County Clare Dawn chorus Ravens stay together for life and are all individuals Insects thrive from insecticides Clew Bay Connemara Co Kerry – cricket newt frog toad

Pert Babuki- the song of the faeriesHump back whales Dolphins Grey seals

Cessation of whaling Ireland is a safe haven

Maybe just maybe It’s watery it’s emotional deepening that allows a letting go falling down, falling away dropping downing into the intracellular memory foam beds that support the breakdown and move away gloriously ousting mouldy oldy paradigms that was all vertical and critical, outgoing hard cruel, separate defined

Feverish fighting pushing upwards bigger better look at me look at what I can do you see me

And so this young adult trembles in those experimentional platitudes on showy shows always in the know-how’s

Now depression lost unknown what am I who am I what do I do

Breaking into the middling years men-o-pausal- blood to soil to fertility to watery now the ending of into the widening familiarity that feels deeply isolated one step from the hand of time that pushes you under into the ocean and bedrocks rock bottom ravished and ravishing

Let go child woman crone let go

19 dear girl We will never let you down as you let go

You are held by Earth mother tenderly reclaiming interdependence indisputably

I had to get out of my way

My hormones driving me along every day every night up in out in out shag shag shag

Now I’m glad that games up and I m outside inside looking in gathering up my creativity urges to upwell in out through me

Rarer and rarer in the world now

Riding into your destiny

Holographic multidimensional intergration 

Look … we are all there…


Looking through the lens of a space and time 

Meeting new people & marvelling at who is who and how are you..running into the arms of my dearest old friends, collaborators till the very end

Alive and very happening…circulating, cheering on good willingness, interested in the art of detachment and light heartedness – fire in the grate, pictures on the wall, chatty chats to be had with pretty much all!

Where have all the Birds gone…

The Dawn chorus is such an intrinsic part of my growing up and probably one of the most comforting aspects of living in the world period. It represents without any sense of time fixed, an unfolding…

Source: Where have birds  gone…

Where have all the Birds gone…

The Dawn chorus is such an intrinsic part of my growing up and probably one of the most comforting aspects of living in the world period.  The  celestial skies spilling fourth with a vibrant humming, a swooping and dancing show as they go about their own business, building nests, searching for food, roosting and filling the world up with chatter, song and good energy. I am grateful they are there in chorus and view…however there has been a massive drop in numbers..Why is this…img_1298

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Feel free to click on to this whilst reading my latest blog on behalf of all Ornithology as the Dawn Chorus in the British Countryside performs.

As a nature lover who grew up on a farm yet learnt my crafts in the city, which led me to an enquiring  mind covering the social, environmental and economy aspects as I try to find my place here on earth whilst asking  who I am,  what is my purpose, and what an amazing spiritual journey this life is as I experience potentiality in a physical dimension. However  it really hit home when my daughter Baby Metta-Angel was born in 2002 and I noticed that there was no morning song from the birds outside, and yet all looked normal with a full planted garden with trees, flowers, grass laid outside my bedroom.  I felt a chill run down my back as I nursed my baby and questioned what is going on?

Every Saturday afternoon when I get back from market , I tune in to the Gardening Programme on Radio 4, and always the main issues with fertility in soils, gardens and pests, a point of view always come in when the expert remarks on the loss of habitats for pest controllers, of which are birds, then swiftly talks of bird decline, and then the over use of intensive chemicals on farming systems in the UK. Gardens are now considered to be ‘The Front Line’ habitats for the health and wellbeing of our great traditional intrigue, adoration and love of these sentient creatures as we make sure that there is food in their feeding trays and boxes with plenty of water.

Living in central London I am of course aware there is a lot of people, traffic, offices, with less parks. I am fortunate to live with a private garden outside our window, of which the clever Fox and her family have lived in as long as I’ve been here and every late winter, we all get to hear their family getting ready for their cubs to be born. They are charming, noisy and a regular part of life here.  Even last week as I listened to  our poetry greats on Radio 4 discussing writer Rosemary Tonks(https://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/may/31/rosemary-tonks-lost-poet  who became a recluse after much success as a published writer/poet, she retreated to Dorset finding her own spiritual path to God, and gave up on giving interviews, however a journalist visiting before her death, remarked that she would rush out to her garden as greeting dear old friends from afar visiting, calling out Darling Darling, your’e back, so lovely to see you, only though they were birds, harbingers, messengers and angels from God, who would come with news comforting, admonishing or warning Rosemary. She honestly felt they were divine messengers as did my father also. He too laid bare the orchard and vegetable patch for two reasons – laziness and that they were feeding paradises for incoming birds from their stretches on migrational charts. Growing up on the farm was indeed no easy matter when living in the house with Aunty Binks and co..none the less, the experience of living on a farm in the 70’s drew upon my natural instinctive joy of living amongst animals, birds, insects, creepy crawlies, and the blessed elements of seasons, summers, winters, spring and autumn.

We had a river running through the most spectacular water meadows; that water meadow was a site of specific interest (SSSI) as were the lower common, bushy field, and a few others dotted in that well  preserved land. That land had never been ploughed up, so it was filled with rare flora and fauna, hundreds of different grasses, vetches, clover, seeds and saplings alike which only had thoroughbred horses and cows grazing contentedly on the land. The Water meadows would flood without fail seasonally washing nutrients over that soil that was gold.  This is everything that is right with the world. One that nature and God, are together in a place, a paradise, a heaven that is inter-woven in a settled and useful earth and yet when I wake up to listen eagerly to the dawn chorus, it has gone. It is a whisper. Even Nigel who runs a successful Lovages and Herbs stall at Nottinghill Gate Farmers Market and Islington selling the most delicious organic seasonal foodstuffs he grows and plants. He admitted that his spot in the countryside outside in the satellite county bordering Hertfordshire/Cambridgeshire a noticeable lack of the usual birds ringing, singing and expressing their love of living in our physical dimension.

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Thirty/forty years ago the countryside was flourishing with the dawn chorus.

Today we have a problem and as a practicing environmentalist, I sit here trying to raise awareness, and write out my own relationship in the lessening of bird life trying to make head or tale sense.

In 1947 – this year is significant, not only was  David Bowie …my higher power…was born, it was a year under rations that would last till 1954. Britain froze this snow filled winter and after the War effort, something new was coming in… an insurgence of new systems that would revolutionise and stabilise the way we view food, farming and our relationship with it was being paved by the battle cries of the new media, and the bellowing call of increasing the yields in the fields which would be paid for by the British people in a  new subsidy system. It was devised by The Ministry of Food and Fisheries, aka, MAFF, now DEFRA and with the help of our largest chemical company, ICI. CEO Sir Malcolm Gavin and Government came together to devise a way that would increase profits, yields and crucially gain control. It was known as The Agricultural Act and it came in in 1947. It made men rich, gave assurances to Farmers that they would never suffer again so long as they signed up to this subsidy system and of course, it meant that every acreage had a price upon its head.

Frederick James Marquis who became Viscount 1st Earl of Woolton for his services in War time Britain who oversaw the rationing of food who coined the belief in “the establishment, under private enterprise, of partnership in industry, whereby all ranks engaged in it shall … share in the increased yield that comes from greater effort or increased skill”

1st Earl of Woolton 1947

Yes the climate after the Second World War was tempered and our national debt was humongous with the worse winter on record, floods in Spring and the hottest summer in 300 years. Rationing extended to bread for the first time, milk allowance reduced, the coal industry was nationalised, with a first atomic reactor opened at Harwell, Oxfordshire, We handed India back, a jewel in our crown, with a baby boom in full swing and the US Marshall Plan was under construction to bring down the curtain and non-essential motor driving was outlawed to save on fuel. However as all said and done, the British people had survived the war and in pretty good health. Every urban garden along with Anderson shelters,  had chickens, pigs vegetables, fruit trees, an aptitude for foraging blackberries, cherries, seasonally gluts, bounties for free, in the trees, hedges, woods, parks , lanes and a good idea how to cook up a storm whilst the war was raging. Britons became truly authentic is standing up for each other, in a sharing  and caring society  to help all, not a few.  The WI (Womens Institute) also put out recipes, and  helped enormously bridging all classes, all sexes and creeds together to keep us well fed, turned out and jolly as all generations helped with the war effort to sustain and nourish the population. It is often said, that the people were healthier than ever before, as sugar, and white grains were hard to find, meaning everything was cooked from scratch, grown locally and without the use of pesticides, and fertilisers.

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Then around the late 70’s something happened. Each year The Cuckoo  would come to grace our ears with that wonderful May sound heralding spring has sprung. I too would love to hear my father and my own self, recount how birds were very important indicators of how healthy our land was. Then it began to falter.  Comments of the swallows are not here, and whilst the Blackbird always delivered, the multitude and dawn chorus became less and less.

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As industry, commerce, profit and the rise of a different world entered all our psyche, the relentless ploughing up of ancient furrow fares, fields and meadows began to shape out a very different landscape to the once small, manageable and densely covered edges of the fields with hedges, woods, copses, and so on. The carving up of the countryside acutely and chronically decimated the look, feel, taste, hear and touch of all that we are. Run off from chemicals drenched and seeped into the underground water tables, wells & water-ways, polluting river beds with heavy industrial cocktails, and into  the channels leading out to the sea.  It didn’t take long to notice that things were not right with nature, its richness and varieties began to suffer and in that, a shadow was falling across the land as trees fell, and the balance required for all life, started to wobble horribly.

In 1977 myxomatosis spread across the countryside that wiped out indigenous hares, rabbits and domestic pets if they were outside in runs. It starts with runny eyes and in the very early stages can be confused with other causes of conjunctivitis. However, myxomatosis differs as the genitals are also swollen. It rapidly progresses to a severe conjunctivitis which causes blindness and is accompanied by lumpy (nodular) swellings on the head, plus lumps on the body. Excessive amounts of thick pus discharges from the nose and swollen eyes (which are often sealed shut). There are also two atypical forms of myxomatosis: one causes pneumonia and a snuffles-like illness; the other (“Nodular myxomatosis”) mainly affects skin and carries a better prognosis. hit our countryside with hares drugged and maimed all over the roads and tracks. As a youngster, it was a devastated attack on wildlife that was man-made and in 2000 another attack arose, it was hushed up, and rabbit pets were advised to be vaccinated.

The once rich fertile soils needed for excellent rude health was becoming desert-like needing more and more intensive chemicals to keep crops performing.  From the extensive chalk lands, to the highlands, hardly any where was left untouched, unless some do-gooder, walker, ecologist, bird watcher happened to raise up the flags for biodiversity bravely pronounced it a duty to save some of the once diverse and rich countryside.

Today we have lost up to 89% of our indigenous wildlife, grasslands, uplands, soil fertility, orchards, and all parts of a once vibrant and sort after green England. Our ideology of what we considered Natures Basket was eroded in principles that broke not only our connection to seasons, but also we began to lose our soul to our own downward spiralling of lower health and wellbeing that shapes all of us. We have gotten lazy and over reliant on cheapened foodstuffs, filled with additives, laced in colourants, salts, preservatives and things that we can now leave on the shelf for months and years. In a nut we have all got used to low-grade, mass intense, imported, freeze-dried, frozen, canned, packaged foods whilst small holders, producers, growers have shrunk disproportionately and large landowners tied to the shareholders, Hedge funders, derivatives and so on have meant that we are now in a perilous state in how we tackle not only the disastrous impact it has created to wildlife and its soils, but to our own health.

We rely on Big Pharma & Big Farmer – both subsidised to the hilt. My ex bf, Caleb Cox aka Instinctive Expression, wrote this and I think it sums up how we are now more tied in to a massive scandalous system that does not wish to help you get better, but to keep you drugged up on poor food, poor medicine and poor information.

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the-fat-of-the-land-john-seymour A BBC journalist who changed his life by living learning self sufficient small holding, providing food for his family and then raising awareness to the benefits of locally grown produce. The Good life![/caption]Today when we walk out into the countryside, take a train, picnic, car, we imagine a countryside filled with birds, insects, plants, clean and bountiful, and yet what really we see are set asides, fragmented islands left for us to tally and remember tokens of yesteryear,  yet if you really look closely, there are no birds, insects buzzing, no sound to be heard, just a dull, empty less than void of a smattering of once rich filled sounds. Now at most a desert that is covered annually in mass intensive chemicals still paid for by you and me, is what we have. Most Farmers are now Business men providing industrial generic crops of mainly wheat, that is so poorly lacking in nutrition, and yet is in most goods in the super markets, the British people and western diet is grossly dished out in repetitive Ads, that we have become addicted to the chemicals. When the Chorley Woodexperiment was rolled out in the late 50’s, it was a boon for big biz as it demonstrated the fast yeast activation process was now a thing to celebrate as loaves were sliced, and packaged fast, intensely and cheaply. However this bread is everything that is wrong with human health, ingestion, digestion and glue. It has taken just under 60 years for individuals to feel the wrath of bad bread that gets stuck in the gut causing huge problems for the body to eliminate such levels of blandness.

Over three-quarters of children do not understand where their food comes from. In times before, children up and down the country would know where to go for foraging foods to gorge upon whilst out playing all day in all-weather, no matter what. That was our growing up. That has changed too. . Today we bow down to celebs and money people, saturated in glossy high-profile status’, pulped dry and highly contagious in digital online mags, as they run around singing songs they didn’t write, parading fashion they were styled in whilst being good little citizens for  model behaviours in every which way they turn, we follow. It’s all about the look, feel and sale of consumptive packaging right throughout every single step of our lives. And yet underpinning all that is, is this very telling psychology that is  a big fat poverty consciousness and fear mongering daily fed by main stream, it’s no wonder we are so conflicted.

What we humans are now witnessing is not only the mass demise of the natural kingdoms, but the loss of our own vibrancy, potency and potential to keep upwardly inclined in all our habits, in order to live a full and rich life. It is as though a strange money man walks the earth , prices the habitats, sends in pirates of sorts to mark out territories and then either does one or two things, make a war, or and , loan monies to leaders to give them aid for schools, hospitals, manufacturing plants, etc etc, sell them our supposed wonderful lifestyles, expose them to our money management systems, bankers, clerks, accountants, lawyers, skull duggery and on it goes, keep the relentless march of money men and their machines to rip our the lungs of forests. I refer to these groups of business hierarchy as:The Codex.

It is time to switch off the lifeline of business as usual echo, and prepare  to slow down, become part of a slow movement which takes gulp-fuls of fresh clean air, drinks from the fountain ever abundant, and reflects as to who we are, and what we do. If we do not halt this continuous trajectory, there will be no elephants, bears, tigers, rhino, forests, grasslands, uplands, chalk lands, bumble bees, butterflies, and all the wonderful dawn chorus’s that have been so much apart of our own heritage since man became conscious, as David Attenborough now speaks in volumes, the kingdoms will pass through corridors of wildlife, as land is turned over to huge industrial farms feeding industrial cows, and animals as we eat off the diets that dumb us all down, a diet filled with sickness and disease, a run away market ever wanting more and more, with a sort of trance like behaviour becoming the norm.

Its time to stand up, look around your room, and ask yourself, are you healthy, happy, creative, imaginative, inspired? Then observe that which arises and make small steps towards changing how  you are in your environment, in your work and home.

Health shouldn’t just be about stuffing drugs into a sick person, putting food into a microwave oven,  and chiming we never had it so good, but rather we remember that we are all one, with immense feelings, and capacity to make changes just by self realising we all have the power to switch to a more fair and ethical way of living.

Today more than ever, for man to really flourish, his goals should reflect a sense of duty to all humanity and all ecology, not just the same fixed quotas poured on mass industrialists from mass media that keeps up the same mass drone of self-importance in how much you earn, what you do, and what becomes of your life in measuring success.

We are all addicts to the same brain washing that causes us to gorge on pizza’s, pasta’s, animals, sugars, fats, salts, chemicals, on systems that keep on advertising the importance of these products and services that become obsolete as soon as they break or a new fad gadget, system comes into play. If you see, and hear enough, Justification plays on one’s consciousness.

We are driving ourselves to early graves by our self-importance, ignorance and sloth as we  keep up with the jones’s. Meanwhile we are losing the flowers required to feed the bees, birds, insects that pollinate our  trees, fields, meadows, wild uplands, low lands, our love of being in nature, is continuously under the watchful stocks and shares of a few men that we hand all our power over to, because we are all ourselves creatures of habit and as we become less able to realise that we are all a-part of nature and yet we are falling a-part of nature in our collective choices in the relentless need for supremacy in how we conduct and cause harm in our social, environmental patterning. It is as though we have forgotten to feel how good it is to eat mindfully, engage in how our food is grown, stop purchasing mass subsidised, grossly negligent inferior foodstuffs because we somehow have all been brain fogged into illusionary benefits of buying cheap food.you-are-what-you-eat-feel-etc

It is time to stop buying into adverts, authorities, grim reapers, Big Pharma, Big Farming, Big polluting industries, Big Banks, Big this and Big That, for we know honestly that when we lost the Big Trees, and Big Forests and Big Animals and Big Sea Creatures, We ourselves jeopardise our future generations, is it really worth it?