Monday 28 April 2014

Which comes first for me? Being Queer or being British? Are you serious?


How is it that 'identity' can cause so much grief?

It’s probably all about our current phase of psychic evolutionary development.

We have grown from reptilian lust-driven Id-centered creatures into mammalian, socially co-operative beings, capable of empathy but also, increasingly, developing a sense of egoic separateness. In the not too distant past, we have struggled to transcend the fleshly demands of our physical selves.

As animals we have always been forced to keep warm and dry, to ensure that we are fed and watered, and to satisfy the hormonally driven impulse to get our rocks off!
Consequently, in a starvation economy, we have needed to gang together and squabble with each other for territory, resources and nookie!

Maybe, as queer-folk, on the margins of all this carry-on, with the perspective of the ‘insider-outsider’, we have found ourselves in the vanguard of those insisting on respect for others and cautioning against the arbitrary identification of otherness as a cynical means of consolidating patriotic allegiances.

I am queer. My family is the international tribe of Faeries. Faeries are LGBTQ and, little by little, straight people too. We are lovers of Nature and she has no geopolitical boundaries.

As a global village we are reaching a tipping point. The numbers of us who are stuck in the lower- necessarily self-focused- reaches of primitive motivation are dwindling and more and more of us have reached a level of self-understanding. We can recognize the damaging consequences both to the planet and to each other of perpetuating the myth that we are separate from nature, from each other and from the divine.

The sooner we ditch those divisive identities tied to national separateness the better. Let us celebrate that “we are simply children of the universe dancing on the edge of time”!


St George’s Day 23/4/2014

The land of Albion shall rise!
The spirit of Albion shall fly!
The people of Albion awaken
To a brand new dream in the making

From beneath the concrete and the suits
There will emerge drumbeats and flutes
Despite the grasp of iron police fists
Freedom will come by turns and by twists
Never mind the bureaucracy and manipulation
Britannia’s giving birth to a rainbow nation

The people of Albion will feel it in their bones
This is our land, it was always our home
Not English, Scottish nor Welsh
The whole of this land is our wealth

Land rich in history, steeped in blood, so much loved
Land full of promise, she gave us her wealth
Albion’s power spread round the globe
Red was the colour of Britannia’s robe

Empire fallen the Brits fumble their way
Slaves to the economy, doped by the media
Lives lived on Facebook Twitter and Wikipedia

But Britons are not slaves to money or machine
We are not here to serve the dark dream
The spirit of Albion shall rise
And illuminate the lies
The people of Albion shall rise!
Be prepared for a big surprise!

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