Nothing At All

What next? Promises, promises,
False prophets and ill-gotten profits.

Goddesses with restraining orders on baby-fathers.
Too much weed smoke eased by the juices of guavas.

I might as well face it I'm addicted to love,
Breathing, and living. Would the Heavens above

Bare witness to my struggles, that's right he juggles
His dream with his parents worries and his own self esteem.

'The Goddess will provide'. That was what they told him.
Choosing not to bribe, these cells won't hold him.

Despite the moves he's made and not being afraid
To be thought a pansy, every now and again he still gets angry.

'Rest in awareness of your anger' and all will disappear?
Maybe if I did all the courses I was offered the answer would be clear.

But if there's nothing to do and nowhere to go
I'll not do courses I don't feel like, I'll just stay within the flow.

Will my downfall be my glory like Brandon in The Crow?
Was William Blake a Druid? Define Druid, uh oh!

More Dogma, more rules, what does it mean to be free?
Not contrived not limited by definitions, even ones written by me.

Inner Tuition. Inner Tuition.
You don't have to do anything, there is no mission.

Are you looking for a promotion or planetary ascension?
Mental stability or physical perfection?

Define Perfect. Define Worship.
Define Perfect. Define Worship.

Can we define 'Perfect' or 'Worship'.
The way it should be the way it is appreciate the purpose.

Perhaps that's why the spiritual community's infested
With reptillians. Self obsessed with the best intentions,

Of prolonging their OWN life and their OWN state,
Elitist psy-trance bunnies locked in their own estates.

Look down your fucking noses. Your no more spiritual
Than those with powder on their noses getting visual.

Nothing wrong with conscious diets, done a few myself.
But is their something wrong with being judgmental?

I expect to be judged, Christ warned me
(even if he is a solar deity.) Just mental

Projections in a fractal environment.
"Judge not lest ye be judged." Be silent.

Toe the line, stay on everybody's good side?
Fuck off. Bored now, fuck off. It's been a good ride.

Define enlightened. Go on, I dare you to try.
When I achieve perfection will my body disappear or die?

Will I attain the light-body? Will I be permanently content?
Will every word I utter be sweet and heaven-sent?

What 'I'?
The Only I, The I and I.

Is enlightenment a destination that you never leave?
Once your there no cues annoys and never a death you grieve?

Or is it a state that has to be maintained,
Like a fine tuned Ferrari or chess players nimble brain?

Has enlightenment been contrived by dogma and religion?
Are we all there already when we remember to remember?

Do I need to disappear to a cave in a extra calm state
Or do I just need to remember to breathe?

The sun is causing global warming.
Should we ban it? No need for these extremes.

Everybody trying to out-spiritual each other.
I can't stand it. Yes I'm angry.

'Well how far from enlightened is this fellow'?
I was discontent and dishonest when I was permanently mellow.

I've raised my voice more this year than I did in the past two.
But perhaps my higher self knows when it's wisdom to yell at you.

Whether your a health fanatic, reiki master, or really drunk and merry.
If you tell people what to do you're like the U.S. Military.

Whether you tell people how to vote, how to act, or how to eat.
If it's an order instead of a suggestion you're bound to meet defeat.

Just ask the Vietnamese or the Tibetans if they like being told what to do.
Then ask yourself again why we should all listen to you.

It's all about balance, and it fluctuates constantly.
But I hope by now you've asked yourself why you're listening to me.

Inner Tuition. Inner Tuition.
Maybe you have to do everything, maybe it's all your mission.

When I was very, very young I understood infinite potential
And thought if there's a nuclear war then I'm partly to blame.

Because I could dedicate my life to stopping the flame.
But we ALL have infinite potential so it's a paradox again.

Now I've come full circle, no obligation.
Inform on infinite potential and inspire every nation.

You don't know what I am.
I don't know what I am.

You'll NEVER know what I am.
Will I ever know what I am?

Only when I remember what WE are.

Signs and signals - I took the bodhisatva vow, but look at me now. Does it matter whether I'm a star-child or not? Grown up indigo child? Systems busting dogma defier? A Dragon like Lao Tzu? But born in the year of the monkey too? Do I want answers or recognition? Regardless of possible origins and stories, they're all just stories, even if all evidence points to the 'fact' that they're true. There always seems to be another valid point of view.

My psychedelic experience only gave me an empirical experience to underline the 'point of view' of no 'point of view' which I had held since my early teens. Reality is entirely subjective.

HELEN - "Everyone's special, Dash."
DASH - "Which is another way of saying no one is," from 'The Incredibles'

Nobody's perfect, which is just another way of saying poets like wordplay.

What does there appear to be most of in the universe? Yes, you guessed it.

Nothing.

Captain's Blog, June 2008 - Sadhu Style, The Magpie and Stonehenge

'Kinell.

Operation: Bless Everyt'ing has been in full effect, with a Buddhist monk conducting meditations in my squat (a regular occurance now) followed by healing sessions, Synchro Bro Craig doing reiki and others doing their thing (I received acupuncture yesterday), all in a squatted warehouse. Life is surreal.

One of the healers is a guy called Raphael (yes, like the Angel and the Ninja Turtle), a dude that Craig met in India. Raphael's faith in the synchroflow was so strong that he rode his motorbike from Germany to England on the belief that his soul family was waiting for him. Testament to Raphs faith and Craigs impression on him, the Renegade Healing Studios have manifested and the ketamine fuelled Bristol squat scene is getting long overdue treatment. No judgment, love unconditional. Bless it all.

Since I've been back in Bristol I've hosted DJ Battles at Native in Bristol between universities UWE and University of Bristol, had gigs in Stonehenge, and organised festival gigs throughout and summer.

So, 30 May 2008 was supposed to be Kev’s AWESOME Birthday party at the Suntrise festival (my birthday's on the 31st.) The festival, which has an awesome reputation among paying punters and an awful reputation among workers and stall holders was cancelled due to rain.
I could go in to more detail about the reasons for the reputation,suffice to say that in past years it has had the most clear and positive intent (the festival was arranged to sacred geometry principles) but because in it's infancy it was over-ambitious the punters had an awesome time but many of the workers did not get paid. For the record some of the most synchronous events of my entire life occured at the two previous Sunrise festivals.)

Anyway, it got cancelled due to a serious amount of rain, most of my close friends were trapepd there with vehicles getting towed on and off and I was celebrating in my Birthday in the squatted warehouse I'm currently living in... Live Hip-Hop, dubstep poetry, live music and couches. It was phat, we have a large soundsystem that runs entirelyt on 12 Volt Batteries and world class speakers. 12 Volt Jo is the fuckin man, the fuckin man responsible for building the rig.

The Magpie is a squat in Bristol, it used to be a charity shop called The Magpie. The people who originally squatted it could not beat the original title so it stuck. I now call the Magpie home, the first home I've had for three years.

I have resisted discussing my living conditions, I call it sadhu style, I wander Bristol getting fed by friends and trying to get enough money together to eat while somehow promoting successful events and compiling an album. I suffer insomnia and can't work anywhere which is not in the synchroflow which has ruled out most things apart from childcare and performance.

I have resisted discussing my lifestyle because I thought that if I make hundreds of blog readers aware of my poverty, I would reinforcing that thoughtform (yes, we've all seen The Secret.) But my living arrangementa are so intrinsic to the tales I have to tell that I have no choice. Also, although we co-create our realities I believe my will is now strong enough to over-ride whatever it is you think of me. Really. That's the purpose of wizardry to me, to have a strong enough will not to be restricted by the beliefs of others, even if those beliefs are the 'laws' of physics.

I've already broken plenty of rules. Apparently you can't live in a house unless you work full-time. I spent 2 years couch-surfing and squatting in Bristol (x amount of love to Ric, Tim, the Stantons and the Place family) and now I live in a squatted community centre with a phat soundsystem, tool workshop, and sewing workshop which is turning into an art gallery next week. Rules are made to be smashed.

Anyway, I have two pounds in my pocket right now. The fact that some days I can't actually afford to eat right now has slowed down the album release, but that's meant that I have had time to perfect the title track and now Lawrence and Lottie are singing on it. It's all in the synchroflow, everything happens when it's meant to but I apologise for those who have been waiting. But then again, here is perhaps the best track I've ever recorded.

www.last.fm/music/Kev+th...+and+Lawrence

Sadhu style. I've not been to India. Not in this lifetime. I've not met amny sadhus. Not 'proper' Indian ones.
WIKIPEDIA - "In Hinduism, sadhu is a common term for an ascetic or practitioner of yoga (yogi) who has given up pursuit of the first three Hindu goals of life: kama (enjoyment), artha (practical objectives) and even dharma (duty). The sadhu is solely dedicated to achieving moksha (liberation) through meditation and contemplation of God. Sadhus often wear ochre-colored clothing, symbolizing renunciation."

I'm not claiming to be a sadhu in this lifetime, I find the divine through enjoyment, I help people with practical objectives and I am only just about relieving myself of the illusion of guilt and duty. But I am dedicated solely to achieving liberation through meditation and contemplation of the divine and translating what I find in my mind through my rhyme... and for that people keep me fed and housed. Sadhu style. So don't worry about me, I think I had about 2 pounds on me when I received a phone call telling me that someone was gonna pay for me to go to Tasmania. There's alot you can do with no money and alot of love.

Renunciation? I'm living out of three bags and I have no bank account. Renunciation? Kind of, but I never made a choice or vow, I just followed my heart. Besides when I make a half a million for having the foresight to put a bunch of rhyming positive affirmations on the phattest beats that Glastonbury, Tasmania and Bristol have to offer I'm not gonna turn it down.

But I know many people would not be able to go hungry, I know most people would not choose freedom over a full belly, I know most people would be more scared. I used to be more scared, but experience has taught me the value of cultivating love and light in your life. I took the Bodhisatva vow when I was 18. See how the Taoist Druid just slipped that in there?

Last year I maintained that love and light at Stonehenge even while a jealous man punched me in the face for flirting with his ex-girlfriend. Maybe half an hour later I met my rhyming guru KRS1, also in Stonehenge. Experience has taught me the value of cultivating love and light in your life, but you can't prove the value of synchronicity, not even through Bardic tales, you can only experience them.

I did not choose to value love over money, I'm just being myself and going where my intuition indicates I should go, so I don't expect anyone else to have the same priorities or to be anyone but themself. Money is merely energy, one I am learning to cultivate like a Tai Chi master cultivates chi.

This year I once again attended the STONEHENGE SUMMER SOLSTICE CELEBRATIONS. As promised there was "poetry, live Hip-Hop, story-telling, improvisation and DNA activation." I orated in my usual manner, acapella Hip-Hop style, I performed Melima Elda, Melima Alda, my rap half written in Tolkiens Elven language at the request of my friend Chantal (x amount of love respect to Chantal and her mother for getting me to Stonehenge alot earlier than I would of if I travelled with hippies!) It was the first time I had performed it in England, it had only been heard in Tasmania prior to that (and a copy of it is pasted on the wall of elf Tranzporters shop in Melbourne, it was his birthday present.) But the most fun I had, no disrespect to the organised performance area, but some brave young lady had set up a tiny 'soap-box stage' and it was open. Me and Craig 'Body English' Reynolds of the Synchromystickz bounced poems, banter and positive affirmations of each other in one of my most enthusiastic performances of all time (until the next one.) We finished with a duet of 'Most High'.

Oh yeah, the morning after Stonehenge I noticed my Amethyst crystal had new green cracks on it, similar shade to a green resin I had seen arrive out of nowhere on the orgone generator I once had taped to my phone. Over the past month the crystal has also gained new phantoms, I hadn't noticed but it's previous owner noticed the phantom changes. But the green cracks, which I suspect had something to do with me leaving the crystal on the 'heel stone' of Stonehenge for a short while (the first stone to receive the sun light on Solstice) and the electromagnetic properties of the henge, were so obvious that I noticed as soon as I saw it in sunlight.

So, in short? I have a phat album, finished, designed and ready for the masses. I'm in a crew of Synchromystickz and Open Minded Intuitives who are doing everything from Perma-culture courses, energy healing in squats, and organising roller-discos. I am living in a squatted warehouse that is having an open art gallery next week and hosting live bands. And I'm still more or less penniless.

"It's not about the bill, that's not keeping it real, alot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deal." Jurassic 5, Concrete Schoolyard.

The world has never been like this before...

...but that has always been true

She'll have to call him in the mornin'...

What are we doing?

Tested on all sides, on one side by people who are too tolerant to ketamine and on the other side by people who are intolerant in general. Munters and hippies, rainbow tribe and the brew crew, hedonists and spiritualists, the suicidal and the self-important, the drug addicts and the guru-addicts. What's your 'trip'?

I embrace the chaos. I bore of your egotistical stories but I salivate when you tell me something real.


***** She'll have to call him in the mornin'.
***** She'll have to call him in the mornin'.

***** She'll have to call him in the mornin'.
***** She'll have to call him in the mornin'.

*****

***** She didn't know he had a warrant.
***** Didn't know he was on the run.

***** Doesn't know if he was shottin,
***** they had just been having fun.

***** The babylon won't let her see him...
***** She shouldn't in the state that she's in,

***** Off her face and grieving.
***** I wonder when she'll see him...

*****

***** But she's gonna call him in the mornin'...
***** She's gonna call him in the mornin'.

***** It's her decision to make not yours
***** She'll stand by her man and knock you off that horse.

***** But she'll have to call him in the mornin'...
***** She'll have to call him in the mornin'.

***** She'll have to call him in the mornin'...
***** She'll have to call him in the mornin'.

Rainbow Road, Almodovar, Portugal

I received this from someone today...

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I..m blessed, You..re blessed, take what you want from this...
Rainbow road, Almodovar, Portugal,
Lua auto existente, vermelha, 24...
We..ve just been evicted from our temporary autonomous community outside Almodovar by a group of armed fascists. Their pretext was that the landour encampment was based on (describe) was protected by an environmental institution. Ironic, as in reality our revelation of consistent conscious interaction with our environment in this sacred space afforded the variegated frogs, the licenscious lizards, the hermetic hedgehogs and fornicating fish (re-population of north-seas at hand, resistance is fertile, multinationals must not be allowed to encroach) as well as the other wildlife, hedgerows, wells and hanging gardens, eternally, expansive wildflowers timed by the rivers sands in the patterns tinkled by the windchimes, far more sustained and equilibrated protection than any bureocratic social appendage could ever afford. Upon our first notice of eviction we organised arecconaissance mission to the local junta to request permission tostay, where we managed to secure an extra three days. When we returnedto the land, the ancestral spirits of our Portuguese family recognisedour arrival through a divine sign. When we crossed the rushing river across the balrog..s bridge, Xeila, Ruben, Raquel and I stopped to blessthe frog song with our 'OM'. After 3 chants we stopped and there was TOTAL silence. The frogs had recognised our blessing by holding a noble silence to herald our victorious arrival. This was also a sign from the natural guardian spirits of the place telling us that we were welcome, and were free to stay as long as we liked with their protective blessings. We relayed the good news to the Family, and the next three days were very chilled, and also very eventful, with connection to nature workshop, storytelling, capoiera, coffee shop, talkin stick and poems. The next day a lizard was seen on Bill..s hand,in the coffee shop whilst he was sawing, another holy sign of affinity with the local spirits. Another event was that Pablo had His workshop about an intergalactic war, resistance and connection to indigenous land rights, an issue closely linked to any legislation which would prohibit us from occupying the land. Then, the police arrived (thursday 24th April) and forcibly evicted us with guns. The scene was shocking,archaic and beautiful. As I continued to beat harmonic resonances on Lotus's 'spaceship like instrument', the first fascist approched wielding his menacing baton, and as the majority of the rainbow tribe accorded to the yin energy of the receeding moon and began to pack up, our fiery young friend Matt decided to confront the babylonian bully boys by chanting om mani padme hum whilst encouragingly beating out rhythms of resistance, naked in front of police lines. gradually others joined in,and eventually we manifested a party of nature clad defiance in the face of their oppression and manipulation.

Many naked hippies dancing to the drum,
then the faking pc..s threaten with they gun,
the sham corporations encroaching on our fun,
yet they ain..t gonna break or shake the blessings of Earth Mum!!!
The story was told by Lotus, child of the sun,
By firelight the moon was wise the world continued on,
The word was born the stick was burned poetic deed was done,
Prophetic and Protected, Please tell me why we..re on the run.....!!!

Peace, Love and Deep Respiration,
Matt aka Owl
MMMMmmm
x

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I've said it before and I expect I'll say it again, I am neither advocating, condoning or condemning anything. But I wish them luck, love and synchronicity.

In a bit , in a piece, inner peace.

Album pre-orders

My tribe buddies are my biggest inspiration apart from my immediate friends and co-lightworkers. Therefore my tribe buddies will have the first shot at pre-ordering my new album. Two thirds Hip-Hop, 1 third dubstep poetry, all honest and emotional outbursts from the Hip-Hop Bard of a real life Stonehenge attending Druid Order...

Please e-mail thcsociety@gmail.com with the subject title 'I'd like your album' and your address in the e-mail and I will send an address for you to mail a $13 cheque to. When I receive your e-mail I'll send you a bonus mp3 of a tune that won't be on the album, so you have something to listen to while you wait ;-)

I vastly appreciate the fact that I am in a position where people are willing to trade cash for my art (I also appreciate the fact that I have friends who will feed me) and if you have any suggestions for trading something other than money I will see what I can do.

From 'Shiva's Rainbow' by Peter Taylor

In Peter Taylor's Words "It is a story that weaves the scientific, the political, the personal, and spiritual... I believe that science is seldom separate from politics, and politics never separate from the personal. Spiritual realities are always present in all three realms, but seldom acknowledged and often deliberately secret. And whatever dark forces may be at work in the Universe, I am convinced they start and end within the personal mind"

In 1984 Peter Taylor worked as an internationally respected biologist specialising in marine radioactive pollution. As an independent scientist he was appointed to the British government's Holliday Commision, acted as research advisor to the Department of the Environment's radioactive waste programme and represented Greenpeace at International Conventions for the protection of the oceans.

"Whether nuclear or chemical risk, energy policy or agriculture, oceans or forests, the work of my small research group over the seven years from 1976 to 1983 had been entirely negative. That is to say, we were critics. Our job had been to block, to slow-down, and possibly to divert the various courses of the industrial rush to ecological catastrophe. Each of us dreamed of a positive science, the constructive answer, of being part of the solution. Each of us believed in the role of science in providing answers to the dilemmas of energy and food shortages, materials scarcity, and stability in a global run-up to the next ice age."

"The sun came from behind high clouds and warmed my face to a smile.

'Everything is me. No boundaries. I, and the world are one. There is only one humanity. All else is illusion...' These truths filtered in with the sun's rays, an invisible impregnation of spirit.

One humanity. Love thine enemy. What was I doing engaged in battle? But did not Jesus also kick over the tables of the moneylenders in the temple? The earth was my temple. Love... how to love enemies? Not to see them as separate. The truth hit me as if the sun itself had flashed upon a dark night.

'I and they are one.' "

Peter Taylor
www.amazon.co.uk/Shivas-Ra...ref=sr_1_1

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New Album

Trying to decide on a title for my new album. I'm currently trying to decide between...

OMI - Open Minded Intuitive (possibly lead track)
Know Peace (also my latest stage name)
Something Catchy But Profound (a tongue in cheek title, sums up my intent)
Operation: Bless Everyt'ing (like it but might be the title for a movement, not an album)

any ideas, any preferences, any suggestions?

7 Sisters of Beltane (written last year)

7 Sisters of Beltane (Bealtaine)

Tue, May 1, 2007 - 1:35 AM
Bealtaine

Cross quarter days fall between four solar events
One of two Equinoxes, two Soltices, past, future tense.

Between Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice, life waking and dream.
Dawn is breaking, Gaia awaking, flowers bloom, brown turns green.

Samhain's compliment, the Yang to the Yin.
But they share many qualities, for the veils are both thin

With Imbolc and Ostara, the three seed celebrations.
Fertility deserves, does not need salutations.

The Tuatha Dé Danann, the peoples of the goddes Danu,
May have shown the Milesieans what the Druids can do.

You can see it as curse or see it as Gift
That no line occurs where history becomes myth.

Seven Sisters rise just before the sun.
Seven joyous sisters, imbibing for fun.

They sit on a Plough, they request the pull
Of their engine and pilot, of Taurus the bull.

Seven Sisters in Beltane, each one of a kind,
Ride out in the sky with the sun just behind.

May the first, May Day, we’ll play until we burst,
Roll in the grass and praise nature’s new birth,

Celebrating spring and flowering life.
Unite masculine with feminine, like husband and wife

Or God and Goddess, sensual appreciation.
The spirit of the time is felt through every nation.

Fertile soil, new beginnings and no time to tire.
No time to waste, make haste, leap the fire.

The time of blossoming, the time of flowering,
Sacred Bees busy feeding Sacred Queens devouring.

So much to do today, So much to do in May,
All my work is falling in to place but all I want to do is play.
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image - Beltane by Arwens Grace
arwensgrace.deviantart.com/art/...38866