July 12, 2019

Going through my cycles, and letting go….

Posted in Uncategorized at 10:55 am by aleksan

Going through my cycles – Birth, Childhood, Grown Man and now Old Man. It has been a journey alright, with ups and downs, success and failure, health and illness. I have met many other existences on the path, and we have shared space and time together, briefly or for a long while. I am conscious of the thousands of ancestors behind me and of those who will follow on to their own Destinies.

Looking at old photos I recognise myself as I was then but not as I am now. I see a different body and set of experiences. That young cocky chap was me, but not me. I have had much to learn, often the hard way. But through these cycles my Soul has grown a little. Life has been a classroom, and I am still learning lessons. I am hopefully a less cocky chap now, more inclined to listen to others and learn from them. I care less about the things I can not control, and I now live more in the moment, celebrating the short life I have been given.

There is suffering, unfairness and hate all around me, and instead of getting involved in this I am more inclined to see it as a challenge to love and creativity. Being older with less energy, it is my turn to step back and support younger more able folk to take up the challenge – to work with the Gods of Nature and all existences to spread love, light and wisdom and to change what needs to change to make a better world.

July 10, 2019

Terstana, River Goddess

Posted in Uncategorized at 9:35 am by aleksan

She flows fast, she aims sure

She flows clear, waving green weeds

She grows fish, carries swans

Her body is lithe, always moving

Her voice is laughing, and her face bright

She has seen all, known all

Endured storms and heat

Endured seasons and seen Moons

Delighted in the Sun

Known many Deaths

She is surrounded by flowers and herbs

Terstana, river of change

But always the same

My Goddess of Light, Peace and Spirit

For a fleeting moment, we are entwined

Lovers in the apparent world

Soul mates beyond time and space

My Terstana, and your Terstana

A living Goddess gloried and worshipped by all existences

Guide and Mother, Blessings beyond knowing

I worship you.

Gillbride /|\

July 9, 2019

Suck it up buttercup Trump

Posted in Uncategorized at 9:45 am by aleksan

The whole point of an Ambassador is to send honest and accurate information back to his or her country. Sir Kim Darroch has done his job well. Who ever has leaked his communication has broken the Law and should be prosecuted. These private messages are confidential for reasons of diplomacy. Trump does not like to be criticised like a spoilt child, so what? Suck it up up buttercup, if you don’t like the heat get out of the kitchen.

July 3, 2019

The Horse or the Cow?

Posted in Uncategorized at 8:46 am by aleksan

Here is my sister Jane chasing the cattle past Terstan Garden this morning. Our family have been farmers and herders probably for thousands of years. It is widely thought that our R1a YDNA ancestors changed the world when they domesticated the Horse in the Eurasian Steppes – but recent research shows that it was through the domestication of the Cow, not the Horse that our ancestors changed the world.

The Soul has no gender, no age….

Posted in Uncategorized at 8:04 am by aleksan

Hinduism teaches that the Atma, the Soul, is neither male nor female, old or young. I would extend this to claim that the Soul has no political or racial colour. The body, the ego and the mind are different – these temporary houses for the Soul wear the clothes of gender, age, personality and political or racial colour. This is a sort of paradox that we need to understand and go beyond.

Just the usual procession of thoughts through my mind – in these days of polarisation and demonisation it helps to see the essential connection of all existences beyond the illusion of the space time absolute.

June 27, 2019

Transactivist by Ash Brockwell

Posted in Uncategorized at 1:24 pm by aleksan

My new poem, ‘Transactivist’:

I thought that I was innocent,

I don’t quite understand,

The Times has bought my story and

It’s all got out of hand.

I’m now the public enemy,

It doesn’t make much sense:

I’m fairly sure my only crime

Is peeing in the Gents.

But now they’re blaming me, they say,

for this destructive fashion

Of listening to children and

of showing them compassion,

For sex and gender are the same,

as bigots all agree:

If anyone thinks differently,

they’re catching it from me!

It’s all my fault when little girls

refuse to play princesses,

And boys throw out their footballs

and insist on wearing dresses.

‘It won’t end there,’ they darkly mutter,

while inventing dramas

Of schools where half the pupils

now identify as llamas.

They claim I’ve barged in spaces

where I clearly don’t belong,

Denied the truth of science

and just can’t admit I’m wrong:

A pervert and a criminal,

I thrive on starting fights,

I’ve trespassed in the swimming pool

and torn up women ‘s rights.

They’ ve let me have my way, they say,

for far too long already:

I’ve undermined society

until it’s quite unsteady,

Contaminated toilets

with my trans-infested breath,

And dealt the Patriarchy blows

that may yet cause its death.

They say they know the truth at last:

They’ve found out my agenda

Of causing floods and killing God

and redefining gender.,

And – here’s the worst –

annihilating nature as we know it!

There’s nothing more that I can do…

…Except become a poet.

What is the point of your existence?

Posted in Uncategorized at 9:57 am by aleksan

Nothing is good or bad, right or wrong, ugly or beautiful in this Cosmos. But we Humans use those labels to make sense of the world we live in and to give it meaning. There are no questions to be answered by Nature, but Nature does ask us a question “Why are you here, what is the point of your existence?” This question cannot be answered by words but by what we do.

June 22, 2019

Two happy old men, same place, different time!

Posted in Uncategorized at 2:59 pm by aleksan

A happy old man sitting outside of the kitchen door in the hot June Sun wearing a tee shirt and baseball cap – my Dad in the heatwave of 1976 – he would have been my age then, 74 – one of my favourite memories, and it was on that occasion he told me Penny had made s good job of the garden – at that time just a square grass lawn. He would be amazed if he saw it now!

June 21, 2019

British Democracy or a British Farce?

Posted in Uncategorized at 7:38 am by aleksan

The question has to be asked – is this Democracy? I do not believe that we live in a Democratic country, or that our particular form of Representative Democracy any longer serves the people of this country.

June 19, 2019

Dear old Sam, we are two old dogs together now….

Posted in Uncategorized at 3:34 pm by aleksan

Our dear old Sam has just gone out into the damp garden after dozing away on my lap for half an hour while I talked to him about our past adventures by the river side, chasing flying swans and playing fighting games in the kitchen. We are both old dogs now, but both still slowly make it up to the river a few times in the week. It is rather poignant seeing him grow old at the same time as me. He has caught up now, and in dog years he is older than me. I thank the Gods for the time we have, and will, spend together, and I treasure every moment of our close and magical friendship X

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