We’re known as Nelson’s County. It says it on the signs as you enter into these lands; and people often talk about this Lord Nelson character. Things have suddenly changed. A light, from thousands of miles away, has burnt so bright that it has encapsulated these lands and taken it for all its worth. Embedded complete Love into the crevices, made it real and vibrant. We are making great respects to the real Lord Nelson…to the real manifestation of pure light. We have remembered.
Friday 6th December 2013, 5pm, on bus to King’s Lynn:
Nelson Mandela ‘died’ last night. I say ‘died’ because his flame burns so bright, so crisp and clear, that a ‘death’ doesn’t appear to have happened, at all. If anything, he’s started to burn brighter, and give off more warmth, as the world ‘remembers’ what is very much there. We remember what hasn’t been lost.
I popped into Dersingham church earlier with my mum. It is a church in a lost part of Norfolk, where people go to die and not to live. She wanted to show me the Christmas tree display.
We were halfway through the display, when we got to the prayer candles. In the back left corner of the flickering silence was a photo of Nelson Mandela, with a quote underneath reading:
‘No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.’
I was startled, and my eyes immediately welled up. Nelson Mandela’s presence was strong and completely pure in this village church.
The message was the most striking thing. The quote rings out a tune of anti-racism, and it teaches that we should all find the unconditional love that abounded him…and that we must feel and experience the hate in order to know real love.
This photo, quote, and no doubt strong section of glowing candles is a beacon. A beacon of peace, of truth, and of light in a place that, in the past, people have lost hope for.
We, in Norfolk, are changing. Everything is becoming purer, a lot more beautiful and enriching. In diversity we evolve, and I see so much diversity and light springing up all across this sacred, sacred place.
The most important times ever are happening right now. Lord Nelson’s legacy is now to take effect:- a lion taking the world for what it is. Us inspired by his legacy are taking his legacy as our own now. We are making the world change all around us, for there is no stopping us now.
As London goes up in flames, as the students riot again and again, and this land gets fracked and more fracked, and Nazism leeches over mainland Europe with a new headquarters in southern France, and as the magic all seems to be stripped bare from the world around us, we realise that it’s all something to direct our energies of change into. We’re not actually separated. We’re not separated from the Nazis rising up in France and Spain and Italy and Holland. We’re all just walking each other home. There is not, and never was, a separation. We’re working together, ultimately together, always together.
The other night I looked endlessly on youtube for videos of activists hugging police. The search was spurred by watching a Charlie Veitch video, where he suggests to the police of hugging but he doesn’t really want to at all. For some reason, I felt the need to watch activists hugging police. I forgot completely about my memories of Balcombe, when I was hugging police, and when there was mutual appreciation offered between the activists and the police. There was a tall fence separating us normally, but this didn’t stop my outpourings of Love, so so strong, the Love that completely changes the flow of everything all around me, towards the police, as well as to the gurkhas, and to the other activists, and to the land, and to the emanation of Shiva…to everything.
So as we remember the great energy that the Lord’s Nelson gave to the world, let us also be as he reminded us to be. Let us be reminded that we are all just walking each other home.
Devotional breath, Embodied revolution 