Monthly Archives: December 2014

On Islam, and the importance of bonding to unify civilisation

the embrace

I was astounded to read all over the web today [see: http://mic.com/articles/106442/australians-show-the-world-exactly-how-to-respond-to-terrorism-with-ill-ride-with-you%5D about the tremendous coming-together of hundreds of thousands of people in support of Muslims everywhere after an ‘Islamic State’ story again gripped the imaginations of millions.

Responding out of nothing but unconditional love and devotion, hundreds of thousands joined the #IllRideWithYou movement, with many disclosing details about their bus, train or tube journeys and that any vulnerable person may happily join them on their journey and feel very much supported.

As a long-term supporter of Islamic freedom from discrimination, it felt like today was an absolutely momentous day for Islamic communities around the world (even if in just a small way).  I remember having arguments in my Sociology classes at aged 16, some 8 years ago, about the unjust discrimination against Islamic people.  I’ve fought it consistently for all of my adolescent and adult life.  There has never been a doubt in my mind that the Muslim people must be loved, just as with any people, and maybe especially much so because of the treatment that they so often receive.  It has always felt like a critical cause for the state of civilisation.

And here we stand, on the potential edge of civilisation.  I just read about how a GM crop of corn has  wiped out about 37 million bees in Ontario, Canada [http://earthweareone.com/37-million-bees-found-dead-in-ontario-canada-after-planting-large-gmo-corn-field/].  This will probably go largely unreported – because, well, it only amounts to about 600 hives and I guess it’s when billions of bees start dying that we start to care – but it’s just as valid of a depiction of the apocalypse, the great unveiling (from Greek apokalyptein, to ‘uncover’).  We’re able to see the world for what it is through the great tragedies that unfold.

I have experienced kinds of realisations relating to people and environments, to humanity and what ‘humanity’ entails, and to cognitive understandings and responses to ‘the moment’.  We just can’t love enough.  There’s so much that needs to be worked on, the situation is rather urgent, but we’re still get lost…trapped somewhat…in our own minds, our own sufferings, our own inner turmoils and torments.  I see in people all around me that the attitudes towards really changing things in lives and surroundings is flustered by the tribulations or desires that we get ourselves lost in.  There are very very few people that I could see chaining themselves to a building for something that really mattered.  If we see that a rape is happening right in front of us, would we not intervene, stop it, because it is so bloody wrong?

I see the world being raped of it’s naturally loving nature.  I see that through such campaigns as Islamophobia and the wars that it unfolds, through the damaging attitudes of the wilderness we have been forced to believe because of ‘needing to cultivate the world in order to sustain the human population’, through limiting ours and our brothers and sisters’ beliefs through dogmatism (be it religious or atheist/non-secular), through fierce domestication/consumerist extremism (to the point of everyone having to living in concrete shells, with street lighting blocking any understanding of natural darkness, and pollution clouding our minds, hopes and dreams, and plagueing ourselves in this cell of a career-orientated life with our outward-stretching wings clipped so short that we can never possibly fly free), we are blocking the naturally-occurring sweetness from even existing in life. If we are to discover anything more than the shell within which we’ve been told to live (physically, spiritually, and symbolically), we drop it all and venture immediately into the little wilderness that we still have left in this world, and reach our arms out and embrace every human and non-human that comes our way, and welcome them into our ever-growing family.

This #illridewithyou campaign has ignited something.  I feel it.  I hear it.  The tears that streamed down my cheeks a few hours ago upon reading about the universal and unconditional love that is finally publically showing itself en-masse are tears of compassion, the kind of compassion that a revolution is wholly based upon.  And, the brave amongst us will chain ourselves, throw ourselves down and through everything, to bring this change about, to spread the love as a wildfire.  The brave amongst us will tear apart this system of fear and repression, replace it with our own that is not a system and nor can be pieced together.  Know that true love is the light in my sister’s darling eyes.

When the world is sick
can’t noone be well,
but I dreamt we was all
beautiful and strong.

When I close my eyes I see a tunnel of lights and 3D motion

I recapture things that haven’t been lived in a long time.

Closing my eyes, I have a fierce pulse penetrating this feeble body, jerking and spasming it about as possessed by the sounds, an innoculation to life and depth.
My eyes roll back, all I see are visions, and they are so beautifully resounding, kind of like as if the sweetest voice that sings these melodies has become my vision.

I realise where I am now.  It’s been a good few weeks since I last felt I had a day to myself, a day off, a chance to regroup a little.  Taking things at a pace that is not defined by anything external.
I bathed myself for over an hour, with a sock full of porridge oats.  It was the sweetest thing, to pour this creamy, soothing oitment all over this tarnished skin.

Forest living is cool, really cool.  I’m growing my toenails out to fit with my new lifestyle.  I’ve been growing them for a few months now, and I feel the special powers that they’re accumulating.
There’s some forest magic going on in these parts.  I haven’t felt this safe and connected to my existence in time.  I got a 125cc scooter to speed me around, and suddenly I’m finding new forms of freedoms.

I go to the activist meetings in Bath for actions I can’t get to because I have to work, or return home, yada yada, but everyone knows that I work on a spontaneous basis and that the truest forms of action are always those that come spontaneously and are so entirely spiritually energised that it doesn’t matter if there are only two of you rolling around town with some drums and flags and stuff.  It doesn’t matter if all your singing is a wordless tune.  Because when you find a crowd of 20 surrounding you, all singing that tune you came up with half an hour before and you’re all jumping into the air with hands held to the sky and people having spiritual experiences…..the revolution won’t be televised, nor publicised beforehand, or even thought out in the slightest.  When it comes, it comes.  It’s great to come together, and something is moving as a result of our coming together.  The revolution flies its own wings, and will string itself to its own devices at the right times.

I recently found myself in a situation of talking to someone about my sexuality.  They had suggested that something that I had said suggested that I was gay, and I responded firstly in defence, then in questioning, arguing firstly that my sexality shouldn’t be defined by a particular action or by what someone says about me, and then asking ‘and what if I were gay?’.  Of course, being ‘confused’ as I am, I do not choose to call myself anything, to categorise myself in any way, and certainly would never suggest that I am a permanent identity.  What I am now is more than definitely going to change over time, as has happened plentifully before.

There are these moments I’ve had, as a novice biker, where I’ve been very thankful for all the protection that I must be receiving.  just when I roll down a hill a little too fast, and realise a little too late that there’s a corner and my braking is all too sudden and the turning of the corner is cutting things rather fine.  I’m gradually learning, but through freaking myself out at times.  But there’s nothing better, at the moment, than a long stretch of slightly uphill straight and smooth road, that I can rock up to 60 on.  Speeding away from the cars that were seeming to get frustrated with my slower pace on going around the bends and stuff.  I can’t do roundabouts.  Ellie told me that i’m born to live in Wiltshire.  Noone can do roundabouts.  And it’s so wacky, and silently lively.

So here’s to life.  Here’s to living and breathing in tune with what feels right within ourselves, in every instant.  To not worrying about any reaction, as our own true actions will lead us in exactly what directions we need to go in.  We may find that we’re not supposed to be somewhere, and it may hurt those around us that we move to something else.  And then those around us are inspired by our inspired movement, and make life more real for themselves.  Constantly in flux.  I’m really sorry, everybody, for everything I’m doing, whenever I’m doing it.  I’m sorry that I’m not more of a career-minded, economy-serving mathematician that I was supposed to become.  And yet I’m also sorry that I’m not disciplined against the ‘social evils’, providing a consistently strong example of a figure that is overwhelmingly affecting all of society in the right ways.  I am following the leads that i am given, and will continue to do this.  I am guided throughout my existence.  There is no ‘I’ in anything that happens, when it comes down to it, because ‘I’ have no say over what ‘I’ am or even means.  I don’t exist as a god-like figure over my existence.  I am guided into every situation and experience, and I will continue to live my life through whatever I am guided into, for that is the way it is for me.

I’m very thankful for the support, love, guidance, hospitality, and continuous nourishment I’ve received through everything I’ve been going through for quite some time.  Things are now becoming quite different, I can feel, as my life takes new direction and I feel more solid and in the right places at the right times.

To Loving Action, to Compassionate response to everything, and to Peaceful belief in all that is and is due to be.