With great glee. Dirtying my hands, to clean my Spirit.
Worcester has a rich history, not least the Civil War, and, my mother has lived within hundreds of yards of this battle site for 36years, myself 15+ in multiple spells.
My mothers house existed some 200years before the Final Battle of The Civil War (in 1651), yards away, had become a point of profound historical significance.
So, above is a picture of a piece of Orgonite, 24Carat at top, 12Carat White Centre, 24Carat bottom, with a good quality Quartz set inside this 50/50 Organic/Inorganic offering. Picture Taken from mothers back yard.
Yesterday, the day before the Jubilee Beacon was (tonight) lit, on Fort Royal Hill (Peak of the Battle Site), myself and daughters went to the Park, to all play (in our own ways!!!).
So, as the girls played, Daddy made quiet and felt where best to Gift this Gold back to the Earth.
After 10minutes of play, the girls had burnt enough excitement off to settle, so we then held hands in a circle, said a Prayer asking God to receive this Gift of Material back to your Earth, so you may bless the Earth with your Love (very private words of will to this effect).
With that, the third (direct to earth), of 108, is given from us, petty humans, to you Gods Spirits of the Earth.
John has gifted two, to two yew trees which are amongst the oldest trees in the World, being the first two, if memory is serving me! Once this piece was gifted, walked back to my Mothers and my sister informed me that there is a ”Beacon” being lit there, as one of 130 sites for the Platinum Jubilee the next evening (Auspicious).
Whilst Queen Elizabeth accepted yet more jewels, stolen from their rightful owners, this Spirit was burying Materialism under a Beacon, to purify the energies excessive materialism disturbs.
Subjective, the weather felt fresher to me after this. The forecast is now better, than it was.
Fort Royal and the Eastern Battle
While the forces were engaged South of the city, Charles, from his vantage point on top of Worcester cathedral’s tower, realised that an opportunity existed to attack the now-exposed eastern flank of the Parliamentary army. As the defenders on the Western side of the city retreated in good order into the city, Charles ordered two sorties to attack the Parliamentary forces east of the city. The north-eastern sortie through St. Martin’s Gate was commanded by the Duke of Hamilton and attacked the Parliamentary lines at Perry Wood. The south-eastern one, through Sidbury Gate, was led by Charles II and attacked Red Hill. Cromwell, seeing the difficulty that his east flank was under, rushed back over the Severn pontoon bridge with three brigades of troops to reinforce the flank.
Although they were pushed back, the Parliamentarians were too numerous and experienced to be defeated by such a move. For an hour, the Parliamentarians retreated before the unexpected attack. However, following their reinforcement by Cromwell’s three brigades, they reversed the situation and drove the Royalists back toward the city. The Royalist retreat turned into a rout in which Parliamentarian and Royalist forces intermingled and skirmished up to and into the city. The Royalist position became untenable when the Essex militia stormed and captured Fort Royal and turned the Royalist guns to fire on Worcester.
Meanwhile, the Royalist cavalry under the command of David Leslie that was gathered on Pitchcroft Meadow on the northern side of the city, did not receive orders to aid the sorties and Leslie chose not to do so under his own initiative. The non-participation of these troops remains something of an enigma and did the Royalist Army no favours.
Returning to the city, legend has it that Charles II used an overturned ammunition cart to climb over Sudbury Gate, removed his armour and found a fresh horse; he attempted to rally his troops, but was unable to do so. A desperate Royalist cavalry charge down Sidbury Street and High Street, led by the Earl of Cleveland and Major Careless amongst others, allowed King Charles to escape along Friar Street to his lodgings and then leave by St. Martin’s Gate to the North and meet with some sixty of his officers. (Source = The Battle Of Worcester)
Getting the Spirits on side, may be a wise choice in life?
In the days following this, another piece was gifted between the Commandery and the Cathedral.
As a 23 year old young man (old boy, felt truly), destiny took me to work in the home of the dying destitute. On the way to Thailand, we were in Calcutta, and, was really struck, by the way some volunteers described the work, so a month later, returned to volunteer.
Let Every Action Of Mine. Be Something Beautiful To God.
Mother Teresa (from picture in hall)
After just days, all the fear was gone, and, yet more, though I couldn’t articulate it, and still can’t. In that hall I got the vaguest exposure to Samadhi.
This spirit was such. That joy was the feeling into Death, for many amongst them. Nothing like I had envisaged.
So, the main point, during this time, of no fear, no hope for them, no expectation of experience… lies the spirit of the godhead, though as a young man I was Atheist, still now have no bondage to Religion or thought school, but feel much differently after decades of reflection.
So, intoxicated by this unexpected elation, one day was free from duty, so offered Coconut Oil Massages, one lovely spirited man, very slim, was getting a nice shoulder and back rub, when the sister came over, ”No gloves, no gloves” in a hurried and stressed voice.
Again, she repeats, ”No gloves? This man has AIDS, is dying of AIDS, why are you not wearing gloves?” Very concerned.
Just shrugged. Was worried about the stress her tone was creating, nothing more.
Back then, had no travel or medical insurance, was alone in Calcutta, barely a man, no luggage as stolen 7months before, was free and almost completely fearless…
So, I am supposed to fear this Virus? This War? These Demons projecting louder and louder into everyones lives (Those bonded to media).
You are better than that? Society, you truly are.
Anyway, back to the story, one day, my bravery was challenged to the extreme….After a few weeks there, a sister comes to me and says ”you are a kind one, can you help?” Gushing at her praise, felt I could handle anything. ”Of course”, I confidently reply.
So, we walk around into the edge of the womens hall, as that day the mens was being disinfected, the sister says ”can you please hold his penis, while I clean around?”. This alone was shocking, the poor man had a Tumour and his testicle was Grapefruit sized, seeping and really difficult to see. So, I look at the man, show my kindest eyes, then take hold. The sister was quick and thorough, cleaning, applying banages, showing compassion by vocally supporting the man.
As we did this, sisters and female volunteers were passing, as it was right in the meeting point of the two halls, eyes being transfixed and trying not to look but unable to look away, or, hide shock.
Once complete, my Ego was massive, then the sister turned to me and said ”you have been great, thank you, tomorrow we are cutting it out, can you help?”.
Now, in a moment, the humbler ego was back, my internal dialogue went ”Oh shit, Rich, this is beyond you, they have no Surgeon, just a trainee Doctor from Japan, shit, shit, shit, you can’t say no, but, but”.
Then after a second, it came to me ”Oh, tomorrow is Thursday, that is Volunteers day off, so I won’t be here, sorry”.
The sister replied it was a shame, but she would find someone else to help her. My sense of readiness to face anything took a hit.
Left the Sister, a trembling wreck!
There was one man, who scream cried, his whole 2 days there, having brought him in, cleaned and showered him, his body was like he had collapsed in a pool, or had poured over him, acid, as his body had horrific wounds. This did not bring the ’fear’ like previously described, but, took a lot of reflection on whether it was OK to be relieved he died 45-48 hours later, as his cries filled the room with living despair, most had been graced with a gentle passage through, compared to this poor soul, he was literally tortured to death.
So, laced amongst the bravery, I was too much of a self centred wimp, to help cut a mans hugely overgrown testicle out! It was magical learning ground there, and, the care, those passing, beautiful.
It is only now, that it feels right to share some of these experiences.
Being immersed. But, still a bit of a wimp! (cutting a mans ball off, probably leading to his death, was a step beyond my capacity back then, tough moment, but such a growth experience, pardon the unintended pun).
Those sisters, the deepest blessings, forever.
Though the speech towards children, when doing a day as a Teaching assistant, to see what that was like, not good, way too harsh, didn’t return, was deeply upset, they were from such poverty, yet soo beautifully dressed, truly inspiring and a touching experience – Singing 5 Little Ducks made my heart gush with joy.
However, there was a harshness to the tone, that was beyond my limits, it was talked about, the Head Sister said ”This is a harsh world, they need to be ready for it”, my feeling was the opposite, that they should receive only kind, loving nurture, so that is what they mostly fill, bond, associate with from their very early schooling?
“The whole of Mother Teresa’s life and labor bore witness to the joy of loving, the greatness and dignity of every human person, the value of little things done faithfully and with love, and the surpassing worth of friendship with God.” MotherTeresa.org
Another Job tried, but once, was being a Rickshaw runner, one evening, was wandering and came across 4 runners in a square just off Chowringhee, so thought I’d like to try that.
Gestured, could I pay him 4-5 Rupees to run him around the square, he seemed to understand, then turned to the other runners and chatted, each tittering at various stages if their little chat, the Runner turned back to me and dropped his head to the right, grinning.
So, moving to the Rickshaw, between the sticks, the runner steps aside, moves next to his friends. ”Naaaaa” pointing at him to get on. The runner again turns and chats, one looking out, looking me up and down, laughs, then he gets on.
Excited I pull off, like a tortoise! That is not light, and, difficult to get moving (guess normally you get shown!), so, yet again my Masculine Ego is momentarily shaken, but once moving, it was brilliant!
Walked to first turn, him grinning, his friends looking at me like I am both funny and insane! Then ran, this was hard, to control the handles over bumps, the balance, much respect to these people (who it seemed were treated like dirt, in the tone most took with them).
As I pulled his Rickshaw up, he got off, we shared a smile and I thanked him. His friends still smirking, at the event, my poor running, me! Lovely evening will never forget (maybe it was after Testicle day, to release my fear emotions!!!).
Such complex life lessons. Look what life has done? Sisters brave enough to offer kindness in the most challenging conditions, forced by their own fear, or, the projected media fear, to cover themselves in masks, visors, gloves… The open face of ”The Masters Of War” imposing it’s will over anybody it can.
Once you experience, the reality of your fears, like mine above (there was more, it was vicious, but full moon?), you realise, they were never worth troubling your inner calm over. The lovely guy who did this (many times) to me, was shown love, care, understanding and forgiveness, straight after he had calmed enough not to attack again!
Like Kalighat, being attacked you can be nowhere but the present.
On the day Vaccine Mandates became enforced, two colleagues were forced from their jobs, that day I resigned from a job and client I loved, in solidarity, as I could not work somewhere staff were forced to take ”Test” medicine they would otherwise not. Goodbye, masters of war.
This fearless spirit was whispered to me, from within Kalighat, Home Of The Pure Heart (Nirmal Hriday). You all have this Spirit, know it these days.
In the past week, I made some Orgonite, for the first time with the intention of being for my daughters.
It was beautiful, not as good qi as some, but soo proud was I…
2days later, take it to Sauna, to meditate, test it out…
Drop it, smash it, this took a whole day to make (along with a couple of others), but that day, at the Sauna I inspired, just a little, two women who were dry in their hopes, and I was able to laugh about it, after a moments utter anguish, there was no internal tightening as it‘s only a thing, the event was immediately transmuted into more good for us, because the sadness did not stick.
The second lady, needed positive direction, so my mind was trawling ways to explain her greatness, that she was selectively choosing to caste as her foe. As my mind focused on this, I got up forgetting the piece on my lap, which led to it smashing, but it was worth smashing, to help this lady, of course.
Kids, when showing them and apologising, said “Oh well, it still looks kind of cool”, bless them, and it does, you can touch its insides now. Maybe there was a message for me here as well, to keep these safer and more hidden? But, the inspiration it seemed to induce, forces me to post and risk them being public.
This is the path, to know the reason and impermanent nature of all things. The second women, showed the piece and explained it had just been made for my daughter, she was really upset in that moment, then as I laughed it off, it showed her as well, the message that every single moment is a chance for teaching/learning, reacting better next time.
In years before, this would have really upset me, if my kids did it, it would have upset me, and, I would have struggled not to chastise them, fuel the bondages.
Making this stuff, has given me such challenge with a desire to create perfection, all it can be is a pretty big deal, that previously has eaten away my merit, when inevitably they are not, that this was my first ever pieces for my daughters, and, both are just not good enough feeling, yet it caused little stickiness to the loss, was a growthful experience, one which did not upset my delicate autonomic balance, lead to any sorrow cascade.
Such a set of messages, and learnings, from a simple accident. It created a profound sense of joy, the day was very special, as soo many are lately.
These moments are happening around all of us, right now, it’s our challenge not to form bondage. The experiences for most all, are very harsh and abrasive right now, but you are fully equip to handle anything, having held my first daughter, dead, for the first time, I know this, now able to celebrate her bravery in teaching us, my dear first child Isla.
Isla, was perfect. She taught us how to survive, then, flourish with Arya. She needed no lesson herself.
Rewritten, as accidentally deleted original. Better worded, perhaps.
As a young boy in 1978, Star Wars : A New Hope lit the magical imaginings of myself, and, millions of others.
After the first film, my parents signed me up to the ”Star Wars Official Fan Club”, it was not obsessive, but seekers know, this is quite the story, in truth I mostly just wanted the Millennium Falcon toy, this subscription was likely much cheaper!
So, fast forward, 25years or so, and we go to see Dave Gorman, a comedian giving his ”Googlewhack Adventure” show. This is where he searched for a term with only 1 result on Google, and he adventured from this… most enjoyable show.
After this show I reflected that my online presence was nothing, had never been drawn to social media, as I knew it would stimulate, envy, jealousy, upset, hurt.
So, one day soon after searching myself, no Googlewhack for this name (then on to family name etc) online, found that my family are an Avian Species from Star Wars! This led me to ponder, did they create random characters from ”Fan Club Members”? or, was it weird coincidence?
Today, it is noticed the Gold Gemstone laden Egg (Vergere adorns his left wrist, to flick into palm and meditate, of course), and Amber beads (my other wonder filled daughter is named Amber). There was Amber used in the recent devices (shown below), my draw has been to make Egg shaped chi (the force) devices…
Around a year or two, before ”A New Hope” was released, at school I had taken to flying! This was not truly flying, or was it??? Reality is but an Abstract Concept, oh how my Psychology Lecturer used to love that term, he beamed chi every time he had the opportunity to relay it.
After lunch, some days, when the skies were blue and clouds rolled serenly, I found that you could lay on the edge of the playing field, where the hedges were planted they were raised, to create an ample cushion. After lunch, of likely too many sugars, to stifle the oxygen temporarily perhaps (as otherwise I would have been charging about, more like Monkey than the Tripitaka feel this created), I would lay on this verge and first gaze, then take flight amongst the heavens.
After doing this a few days, another child said ”what are you doing?” as I may have appeared strange, feet hanging out the hedge! Once I told the boy ”I’m flying amongst the clouds”, he two lay next to me and began the same…
The next school day, was informed at Lunch ”Laying in the hedge is banned”.
As a young boy, both arms were fractured, at 5 and then 6, from jumping from climbing frames beyond my capabilities. At about 7 I recall jumping from my parents Bungalow flat roof, with a bin bag in each hand, that I was sure would create two balloons to gentle my fall, it did not and taught me a valuable lesson on this bodies fallibilities, to achieve my dreams.
Was going to type, Vedder was less fearful, or more Monkey, than me. Then reflected, at this young age I would somersault from Bridges or high rock faces, so we were kin, seeking flight, both frequenting the margins before lunacy.