








Subculture Sith-Lord's Captains Blog - December 2006

Winter Solstice Part 2 - Handfastings, psychic cows (?) and Buju Banton

Mon, December 25, 2006 - 11:25 AM


This winter solstice I witnessed four handfastings in Stonehenge. A
handfasting is a Celtic Wedding that lasts for a year and a day, and if
you want you can renew your vows a year and a day later (the marriage
lasts for a year and a day, not the wedding ceremony!)

I was there from the night before. I was staying in the carpark
nearby with around 60 other people, staying up throughout the longest
night round bonfires with guitars and mead, indeed all a bard could
need. And layers, it was cold as fuck so this bard needed layers! But
it was worth it for ALOT more people turned up just before sunrise for
the the sunrise ceremony in the stones. 1500 people apparently.



The ONLY days you are allowed within the stones are ceremonial
days, and the only reason we are allowed is because Arthur took the
government to court to allow religious ceremony in there on those days.
The court papers read King Arthur versus Her Majesty the Queen. The
King won.



There was also beautiful ceremony in which Arch Druid Rollo had us
all chant for peace in Iraq. We did the traditional Druidic chant of
IAO (the I representing the phalus, the A representing Earth's willing
womb and the O representing no less than the cosmic orgasm apparently)
and we chanted 3 times for peace in the East (and we turned and faced
East), then for the South, then for the West, then for the North and
finally we turned to the centre of the circle and chanted for peace
throughout Earth. Rollo is Arch Druid of a particular Order of Druids
(a Druid Order is just a crew basically, and there are a few crews.)
The ceremony was very quick but very heartfelt. Rollo is also a Merlin,
however Merlin is this case is not considered an individual but a rank
and a title. In this lifetime at least there is more than one Merlin,
and I've met more than one Merlin myself.



There were huge crystal singing bowls and drums, lots of drums. And
1500 people! 1500 people turned up in the freezing cold and the
thickest fog. It was a magic morning, the frost was gorgeous,
spiders-webs were dripping with white and looked almost cliched. 


The Saturday afterward I was in Avebury, where the ceremony was
smaller the numbers were alot smaller but the vibe was all there. I
love Avebury. I met the Bard of Avebury and caught up with quite a few
of my Druid brethren and became Susanna's de-facto paige for the day,
carrying her staff and watching her dog when her hands or eyes were
otherwise occupied.



I went for a walk, my intention was to return to the
vision-chamber/burial chamber West Kennet Long Barrow. But in the
knowledge that there were people waiting for me and our bus was on it's
way I only made it to Silbury Hill. That was more than enough, I slept
in West Kennet last Winter Solstice... 


I had a bit of a moment on my own at the foot of Silbury Hill, I
think it must have looked similar to a Mayan temple when it was built
(the hill is man-made). I recited a poem, to myself or to the hill, I'm
not sure, then I departed. I was buzzing, Avebury is a spot of power
and if you know what sort of power there are ways to harness it
intuitively. And after I left Silbury Hill, under circumstances I'm too
embarrassed to discuss, about twenty cows came bounding toward me
-despite the fence between us it actually scared me. They might be
docile and a little bit cute, but the fence was flimsy and they're big,
fat and heavy to quote Buju! Anyway, they got next to the fence and
just stared at me as if they were waiting for me to do something.
Really.



Fuck knows what, but now I think I shouldn't have shat myself and
stuck around and delivered a poem for the cows. I can't believe I just
wrote that, but I meant it. Next time maybe.








Subculture Sith-Lord's Captains Blog - September 2006

Pok, a friend and fellow Bard, organised an event in Glastonbury on Friday night called Bards not Bombs. I performed, as did my Bristolian co-horts of The Foreseeable Future Mike Stanton and Adam Vortex. It was a poetry as opposed to a Hip-Hop performance, and it was one of my best. I was delighted to see Susanna there and I must say that Adam's story-telling was theatrical and emotive and Mike created pure magic.

Pok was described as a genius by someone whose opinion I value highly. He told tales of celtic mythology and proclaimed a curse upon electro-magnetic disturbances as well as performed powerful poems. There was more randomness on the circular stage, the kind that only Glastonbury can inspire.

I woke up in Glasto before most of my friends so I thought I'd go for a wander up to the Tor, the old historical hill.
On my way down the hill I popped into The Chalice Well Spring - the building which houses a well and spring at the bottom of the Tor, just randomly. A man told me that there was going to be a Druid meeting there that afternoon. I didn't know this at the time but my phone, which I had switched off to avoid electro-magnetic disruptions while on the Tor, would have received a text by now informing me to be At The Chalice Well for the aforementioned meeting (it was from Susanna, the woman, friend and elder responsible for introducing me to many esoteric concepts and people.) In the 'influences' section of my MySpace page.

Anyway, I attended. The funniest thing about Druids is that although some of the more dogmatic individuals like to debate what Druidry actually is nobody actually knows! Because only two books exist that describe the Celtic 'religion' of the Druids and the rest is held in song and chinese whispers. Some people think this invalidates all of modern Druidry, and in a way so do I! But that's why I like it, every religion is just an interpretation of opinion and Druidry is informal and all encompassing because it is almost self-conscious of it's new interpretation. There is neither right nor wrong, merely interpretation which is the case with every form of spirituality in my opinion. But I digress. As usual.
What I was witnessing (and I did not know this until the ceremony actually began) was the reintsating of the Glastonbury Order of Druids into the Western Order Of Druids (or W.O.O.D. or Wood, quite amusingly.) Specifically because "we are not confined to Glastonbury and because a man by the name of Michael Eavis is trying to trademark the name Glastonbury and we don't feel like paying him for the usage" to quote a Druid. Now I'm no Wood member (go on, chuckle, you know you want to.) Wood member. Where was I? Oh yes, I am a member of the Loyal Arthurian Warband, which means nothing, or it means exactly what I want it to mean. It means I let an ex-biker dressed as a medieval king Knight me in Stonehenge. Basically.

That was the beginning of a synchronous day.

The man recognised by various Orders as Merlin (I personally believe that Merlin is a mere archetype, an idea, not an individual and I have several Merlins in my life, muses and teachers) heard and appreciated my poetry. Which is nice.

I was going to go back to Bristol on Monday but there was a lift going on the same day and there was a crystal skull in the car. A Skull, larger than life, carved out of quartz (which you apparently need a laser to cut accurately) called Ebb (the skull has a name.) So I had to get in THAT car. I kind of orchestrated it when I heard that the keeper of the skull was driving to Bristol because I had an intuition about crystal and sound when I was reading Bringers of the Dawn (I highly recommend reading that book if you are interested in multi-dimensional experiences.) So I did some chanting in the car (I sometimes do that sort of thing.) Ebb said nothing audible of expressable or anything at all really but for some reason I was crying. Anyway...

The person who was driving to Bristol was actually going to visit a friend of mine who went to Glastonbury and gained issues then moved back to Bristol (by 'gained issues' I mean their behaviour was not conducive to other peoples reality models and could no longer control their actions to the extent that they didn't scare people, I am trying to express that sanity is merely a matter of opinion but I'm probably patronising you now so I'll stop digressing again...)

Anyway, the point is that synchronicity led me to a friend who needs healing and we gave them the hugs, encouragement and love they needed. Which was nice. 'Nice' is such an unexpressive word that it amuses me to use it. And digression is actually fun isn't it?

Then I went to a squatted vicarage in Bristol to see an Art Exhibition and gibbed cosmic waffle at anyone who fancied an philosophical chit chat while accepting poetry requests and hugging lots of people while my mates got out his magnetic crystals and bag full of super-foods. Love it.

So yeah, loving skipping on this tight-rope of humility and confidence in sharing our collective divinity. Is it opening my mind to new concepts that has resulted in the randomness? Or the collective belief of many people in Glastonbury that magic is a part of life? Or even that eating lots of superfoods filled me with more chi which made this possible? Maybe I just got lucky, I was simply living in the moment and trusting my intuition. I simply felt like it was a special day so it was, I shall hold on to that feeling.

Subculture Sith-Lord's Captains Blog - August 2006

Right... where do I begin? How's about "what a ****ing mental month!" Or perhaps "that was more than a tad psychedelic." Or even "**** me!"

Adventures!
I was performing at The Big Green Gathering (and serving chai in the
Eartheart space. Jules and his The Juicy Love Nymphs kept everybody
happy, synchronicity was simply buzzing round their tipi. I managed to
perform with Mike Stanton and Ian Dell which was fantastic, I also
managed to hop on stage with Excentral The Tempest which was phat as
****. (Watch, she'll be your favourite MC soon, watch.)
I also had a set at a raw food festival in Cornwall called Funky Raw with
Mike Stanton (Singer/songwriter supreme.) At Funky Raw Mike and I unexpectedly
became alot more acquainted with a sacred
medicinal vine called Ayahuasca. It was quite an amusing and
educational experience as me and Mike were left to tend to the fire and
watch it boil for the next 8 hours as the lady who was responsible
tended to her children and her raw food workshops. It was not a
ceremony and some people think it should have been. Ayahuasca is a
powerful emotional healer which can teach you how to deal with
repressed emotions therefore it should be treated with respect. However
due to the fact that this batch was relatively mild (although I have
little to compare it to) there was little danger to the participants.
Anyway, the vine has a spirit that knows where she's meant to be, and
my intuition was that Mike was meant to have an impromptu Ayahuasca
boiling initiation. I must admit it was strange watching the atmosphere
around the pot change while it was brewing, creativity, reverence, and
respect were the order of the day.I spent the whole night gibbing
cosmic waffle, singing, drumming and improvising. The Funky Raw
fest had some of the most interesting people I met all Summer, some
extremely creative ways of preparing various salads, nuts and sprouts
and the best view I've seen for ages (it was on top of a hill
overlooking the seaside between Plymouth and Cornwall.) I should also
add that eating raw fruit and vegetables definitely raises your
vibration as you put live cells instead of dead or dying cells into
your body, these live cells communicate directly with your body. I
should also admit that I brought a packet of Ginger Nuts with me and
****ed off to the chip shop on the beach, but only once!
Indeed before the Rainbow Tribe malarkey here's a synchronous story. Me and Mr
Linc had shared a nod of 'recognition' in the Juicy Love Nymphs tent at
the Big Green Gatherin g even before the Funky Raw, but I don't believe
we had spoken. Then, on the day of the Ayahuasca ceremony I raised
Nigel above my head (Nigel is the name of my Rose Quartz staff) and
requested at volume "is there anybody driving to the Rainbow Gathering
from the Funky Raw festival that might be able to give me and Mike a
lift." Mr Linc responded immediately and that was how easy it was. At
Funky Raw I met Mr Linc the Welsh Wizard and Katie Star the White
Butterfly. From Funky Raw we travelled; Mr Linc, Katie Star, Mike
Stanton and I went on a mission to Yorkshire to meet the Rainbow Tribe.

The Rainbow Gathering was an unforgettable experience. Working towards fulfilling ancient Native American prophecies. I was
reading prophecies out of the crystal skull book and I was performing
poetry to children in faery glens at 'the prophecy fulfilled' that is
The Rainbow Gathering. I don't know what you know about the Rainbow
Gathering but most people don't know that it is part of a Hopi Indian
prophecy, well actually all of the Native Americans shared the prophecy
of the tribal people being reincarnated in the bodies of Westerners who
would return to tribal ways. At the gathering they had talking circles
where they passed the talking stick round the circle and you were only
allowed to talk with the stick. This ensured that people would pick
their words wisely and not shout over each other. Meanwhile in other
news in the Houses of Parliament so-called adults still shout over each
other and need Madame Speaker to mediate and shout 'order' when our MPs
refuse to shut the **** up. But I digress. Again. I read the Rainbow
Prophcey extract from 'The Mystery of the Crystal Skulls' at talking
circles, round bonfires and in Grassington Town Hall for the first
performance (of two) that the Rainbow Tribe did for the local town in
Yorkshire to thank them for their hospitality, blankets, clothes and
food. Aren't we sweet? I was also performing poetry all over the shop.
But enough about me! Adam Vortex was already Rainbow Warrior full power by
the time me and Mike got there, his song 'The Rhythm of Mama Gaia' was
being hummed and sang by brothers and sisters throughout the gathering.
Also Tree Ben, ("I'm not a tree, I'm an Ent") from Glastonbury was
there in his converted ambulance which he likes to call Betty (and I
like to call Betty Swollocks.) Tree Ben had earned himself the name The
Super-Food Rude Dude by the time we had arrived. His ambulance is still
an ambulance of sorts, but it is full of superfoods and exotic teas to
bless the afllicted. If you is ill, come here and chill, ya get me?

On my way back to Bristol from the Rainbow gathering I was reminded that I
had to get to London for a gig at the Corsica Arts Club in Elephant and
Castle. Guerrilla Zoo. Phat.

Spoken word, slam poetry, and real Hip-Hop. I took all the inspiration I had
gathered at festies and more or less exploded on stage. Which was nice.

I brought Nigel, my new magic staff, on to the stage with me. At the
festies I was just another hippy with a magic staff, but in my original
home, London Town, Nigel was a celebrity! The Ayahuasca vine wrapped
round the bottom kept the plugged in and switched on interested, the
Wilhelm Reich principles applied with the copper wire kept the even
more energetically aware intrigued and the two phat Rose Quartz
crystals on the top are pretty too! And having a phallic prop never
hurt any artist. Jokes.

Sept 3rd - St Georges Skatepark - Bristol

As well as the skate and BMX competitions there was, as planned -
"martial arts displays, graffiti wall, art trail, healing area, main stage with
plenty o live music, dj stage, brazilian marquee, dancing girls, music
and dance workshops, and much more", Craig, Body English.
A great time was had by all, X-amount of respect to the healers who healed all day,
to Mr Linc the Welsh Wizard and Katie Star for sorting the folks out
with raw food, to the Truth Tent for playing the film 'The Secret' and
for Craig's Mum and Dad for cooking up on the BBQ (I was feeling the
raw food but those veggie burgers were damn good!)

July 1st - I could write a proper blog instead 'channelling' philosophical waffle all the time. I used to. Remember the Captains Blogs? They were proper "what have you been up to" blogs. I'll write another one soon, I have done some fun and interesting things, I've just not felt inspired to write about them in detail yet.

I interviewed King Arthur (or the man recognised by three Druid orders as the current incarnation of King Arthur) and David Shayler (ex MI5 Agent who helped write the 'whistelblowing' book which helped get him arrested) in the back of a car at the Sunrise festival.
"I am determined to live a fucking crazy life," Colin Powers, June 2006.

I performed on various stages at the Sunrise Festival - which was I hasten to add the best festy I've been to for yeeeeeeears. An enlightening and entertaining period, a transformative period for me. Performed in Paradox's/Rodney/Roddax's play The Foreseeable Future based on my Bristol/London acoustic Hip-Hop crews performance at The Synergy Project and the skills of his other remarkably talented friends. A hilarious and inspiring musical about a bunch of Bristolians trying to reach the Ascension Station in Avalon in the year 2010 dodging mind police, biometric ID cards and sex slave kidnappers. There's a video of it floating around somewhere, I'll YouTube it as soon as I get hold of all the other footageof my performances that's floating around. A child gave me a staff which I have now covered in runes and capped with two orgone generating rose quartz crystals. Because I do that sort of thing. Thank you Kat for the Rune knowledge and Colin for getting me there.

The Solstice morning was beautiful, I was playing a crystal bowl in the newly erected Woodhenge on site. There were different ones for each chakra and while I was attracted to the 'heart' bowl I knew that I was supposed to be on the 'throat' chakra bowl - for communication. I gave it up for Ashera when she arrived (because she's a Goddess and a sound-healer!)

I went to Hotel Babylon the weekend after - a huge squat in London where Rainbow Phoenix hosted the jam of jams, Teresa Gabriel was there, 'Mackie' Mike Cerddor was there, Paradox, Tom Trelawney, Nalini, Gaea basically half the Tribal Voices crew http://www.tribalvoices.org.uk/ , half the Forseeable Future, half of Sonada Sangada and some of the most beautiful music I've heard.

Went to Glasto on Friday, wandered round the Chalice Well gardens and baptised myself in the Holy water. Because I do that sort of thing. Met up wtih Makie Skillz www.myspace.com/mackieskillz who was skating in Glastonbury. We went to his yard in Somerset (he is also an ex-Londoner) and I ripped a sick verse to lay on one of his beats including the lines... "Rumsfelds a bad man you know, nobody knows what you've got to do to get to go to Guantanamo Bay. You know say they don't play. It's a Brave New World Orwell and Huxley turn in those graves. I'll get an ID card when Hell has a cold day. Heaven knows Kevin flows and CIA sold cocaine!"
And such like. I wrote it Friday evening and laced my verse on the beat Saturday morning. Because I do that sort of thing.

Still, none of this is reeeal detail. I could go on all day about the Sunrise Festival, but I'm not in the mood. And I'm off to a tipi in a field outside Glastonbury later today to talk with a Central American Shaman and my subconcious. Because, because, because...

Love you guys.

Post-Script - July 3rd - Regarding "I'm off to a tipi in a field outside Glastonbury later today to talk with a Central American Shaman and my subconcious."
Where I met Alphonse, the Shaman who claims not to be. At the end of the sacred plant ceremony I thanked him. "Many people who call themselves Shamen, or healers, attempt to be spiritual but fail to be honest. Thank you for your honesty and your truth." The man is wise, he reveres water, breath and fire as if they were sacred. And what could be more sacred than that?
My subconscious? It had a few random things to throw at me. The most powerful for me was that it's okay to be arachnaphobic because it humbles me, I run away from things little girls are not afraid of. (The irony is that I have a Spider-man obsession and spent an entire day of the Sunrise fest with a Spider's web face-painted on to match the Spider-Man shirt I wear raving.) It's good for me to get humbled, especially if I've been on a high horse reading Serge Kahili out loud. So despite the fact that the Spider is one of my power animals I think that was a contract I signed before I incarnated in this body.
It also warned me that I am a judgmental egomaniac but that's okay because at least I am also judging myself and at least I am as aware of some of my inadequacies as well as my talents. I know I've been over-sensitive, and despite my skill at feigning confidence I have had to learn the confidence to say 'no' or 'stop'.
And the ceremonial plants? All I have to say about them is thank you. That's all for now.

ps On July 3rd 1971 Jim Morrison was found death in his bathtub.

Kev the Poet



ADDITIONAL MARCH 27th Update follows, including the 2nd meeting with King Arthur Pendragon.

Subculture Sith-Lord, Captains Log, March 19th 2006

Spent a while living with Rig Bic and Bouncing of the Bad By Design team. Bad By Design throw phat Psy Trance parties in Bristol
and have some amazing decor for hire too. I've enjoyed becoming part of their social life and finding out just how crazy people
from Winchester are (does the government put acid in your water supply or do you all take it voluntarily?)
A highlight was meeting the Psychedelic Escorts. They're not those sorts of Escorts! They escort you through your trip and/or hangover
and/or comedown with cuddles and seriously wrong jokes.
I should mention that despite my Shamanic tendencies I don't know what a comedown feels like,
mushrooms and cacti decline to give you comedowns. ;)
(Love, gratitude and appreciation to the aforementioned spirits.)
However before you shoot me off my high horse I am still familiar with hangovers,
and for guiding me through my hangovers and amusing me so much that my abs ached I thank my 3 favourite Winchester Ladies! It hurt
to let them go back to Winchester but they'll be back.
They know it but I should say - Love, Gratitude and Appreciation to Rig Bic and Bouncing for looking after me, throwing phat parties
and demanding that I skin up.

While I'm mentioning recent Psychedelic parties I should mention Toadstool in Gloucester as well, exceedingly nice vibe.

Well yesterday I met a few druids and the current incarnation of King Arthur. Okay, he believes he's the current incarnation, so do the Druids. The British legal system has accepted his right to bear the sword in the Metropolitan area. But he won me over because BEFORE he had the support of the Druids (a real belief system still practiced) and BEFORE he had the recognition of the British Government he was living in the woods and defending the right for people to visit Stonehenge without any support. Even if the original King Arthur was a myth this King Arthur is fulfilling the archetype. I went to Avebury because I value Susanna's opinion and both she, and my intuition were telling me to go to Avebury for the weekend of the Equinox and meet Arthur. Besides, it was something random to do on a weekend!

I shall probably tell you what the result of that meeting was when I know, but events are still unfolding...

Suffice to say, me, Cerrdor (Mackie Mike), and Clare the Light Worker had a lovely Saturday in Avebury, I was swapping poems with Pixie in the pub and we were all getting into interesting and entertaining conversations. I performed Greed with Cerrdor. Later An encore was demanded so I gave them the first verse for Innocence before we departed.

Any other March happenings? A Vortex bounced to Mexico, Cerrdor is on his way there and as I predicted months ago there is a bit of a Mexican Exodus from Bristol if not all over the world. I am not part of this despite the fact that I could almost hear Mexico calling me during the winter just gone. But The Muse thinks I have to meet the Shamen of England first. I already told you I value her opinion.

MARCH 27th - Update - The Equinox, 2006

So, after taking Susanna's advice (because intuition and synchronicity were leading me closer and closer to him) I met the guy who believes he is the current incarnation of King Arthur. "Who cares what he believes" some of you might ask, "he's clearly insane" yet more of you might say. More to the point 3 Druid orders in England accept him as the current incarnation of King Arthur. "Who cares what they believe" some of you might ask, "they're clearly mad as well". Well I don't care, the original King Arthur may be a myth, in which case there could be no reincarnation. But the fact is that before he had the support of Druid Order's he was sleeping in a hammock in the woods and campaigning for opening up Stonehenge to the British Public. The fact is that he was camping in and under trees during road protests and he has made efforts and sacrifices for the sake of the trees of England. Due to these facts regardless of his rather widespread reputation as a drunk and a lecherous old man he has earned my respect. He has earned it because anyone can make sacrifices with back-up and support but he did it before he had any of that. Besides, name me a man that isn't lecherous and I'll name you a man who hides his lust well.

Shortly after Susanna had told me about King Arthur at the Synergy Centre the day before New Years Eve (at least a year after The Chat) I bumped into one of her friends who happened to live round the corner from my parents. This friend of hers Steph is cosmic, in fact her entire family is cosmic (define cosmic, I can't be arsed.) The first time I popped round to see Steph there it was, the book about this Arthur Pendragon and his history. Two days later I'd finished it and knew that we would meet.

I originally thought that intuition and synchronicity was leading me to interview Arthur for Col-Man Power's 911 Truth Radio Station. Not so. After meeting Arthur in Avebury on the nearest weekend to the Spring Equinox I thought that I could convince him to come to Bristol for an interview. Not so. With no fixed abode and no method of contact the only way was to meet him at Stonehenge on the actual day of the Equinox. Arthur and the Druids would be camping all night, getting on the mead and what Arthur likes to call 'Druid Fluid' (that would be Cider.) I didn't know how I would manage, I don't own a car, or a tent, or a sleeping bag. But I have good friends and my appreciation for beneficial synchronicity has been repaid. So I didn't expect NOT to get to Stonehenge, I just didn't know if or how it would happen.

As mentioned in the previous section of the March 2006 Blog I was in Avebury witrh Clare the Lightworker, and I knew she had connected with the Druids but I think that Kat has to be thanked for convincing Clare to do the mision to Stonehenge. Since being Reiki attuned by Clare her appetite for the mystical and esoteric has expanded (not that she wasn't already incredibly cosmic, probably for countless lifetimes.) We travelled on the morning of the Equinox and got there just in time for Dawn, just in time for the Druid ceremony to celebrate the return of longer days, the half-way point between the Winter and Summer Solstice.
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I didn't bring a dictaphone or a Mini-Disc player with me. I knew that there would be no interview in Stonehenge, I even turned my phone off and took the battery out because the less electrical and/or radioactive devices (yes, radioactive - fact) that were interfering with my first time among The Stones the better.

I didn't bring a dictaphone or a Mini-Disc player with me. I went to Stonehenge for the Equinox and was raised as a Bard and Shield Knight of the LOYAL ARTHURIAN WARBAND.

Now I'm not going to big myself up about the rank of a Shield Knight because that would simply be inviting criticism and responsibility. It's impossible for me to talk about being Knighted at a ceremony celebrating the return of the sun without alienating people who don't give a shit about anything they haven't seen on Television. So I'm not going to try. Susanna, the only female Battle Chieftain in Arthur's Warband had recommended that I get Knighted for a while, but we both knew it was Arthur's decision (although she probably had an idea what his decision would be.) He chose to raise me as a Bard and a Shield Knight. I was reluctant for weeks, my strongest intuition was that I HAD to talk to Arthur, I wasn;t sure why but the first time I heard about him I knew but whether or not to pursue getting Knighted wasn't as strong. I was scared at what the responsibility would entail. It was not until I heard with my own ears the oath which one takes that I knew I had to. Funnily enough Kat and Clare thought had come to Stonehenge more or less solely to watch me get raised as a Bard but had actually come to get raised as Warrior Priestesses, both of them. And funnily enough I was more sure that Kat would get Knighted than I was that I would get Knighted.

For the record the ceremony was great, the statements, proclamations and speeches had a good balance of informality and reverence. Which is what I like about being a Druid the most, the fact that it's informal but hands-on. They don't just talk about the land and mother nature, they bury themselves in Camp Camelot and stop roads from being built through the land and mother nature. Respect. But there are other places to look to read about Druidism, I'll write the stories that I think no-one else will, I'll attempt to bestow legendary status on those I believe deserve it but when I think someone else can tell a story better I let them.

Let's not think KP needs bringing back down to Earth, I'm the same man I was before I was officially recognised as a Bard. But the mission of a Bard is to tell his or her truth and record the stories and opinions of the people which I honestly believe is what I've been doing with my lyrics and essays with or without recognition since... well since I was 11. I'm still a flirtatious, over-sensitive stoner who is a tad too used to poverty after his middle-class upbringing and worries more about whether there'll be a planet tomorrow than whether or not he'll have a job tomorrow. That's a boast of 'greeness' to some but to others it's an admition of irresponsibility, depending on where you place your priorities.

Since then I have generally been reading The Alchemist, supporting 911 Truth at Dissident Sound's 'Bass not Bombs' party in Bristol ('twas phat, Jungle, Breakcore, decent conversations and fit women aplenty!)

ps One Love to Juggler Rich for introducing me to the dance troupe and for driving me from Toadstool in Gloucester to a smoking session in Wales to a Druid ceremony in Avebury in return for company and Super Foods. You're assistance and enthusiasm is appreciated. One Love to Raw Mulch because he rules, because he shines a light wherever he goes and because I know that he reads this!

pps Listen to Immortal Technique.

KP - Your Bard, Shield Knight, and Druid.

"What happened in William Blake's time when there was a revolutionary spirit certainly amongst the poets of the time, a whole group of people gathered around Blake at that time. They actually helped him in developing a vision of Albion that was based upon it's ancient traditions. The whole subject of Blake and his poetry is linked to Druidism very directly in the sense that William Blake was considered the Arch Druid of the Isles by all the Druid Orders - at that moment you have a Druidic revival - a renaissance."

Tim Sebastian, Secular Arch Druid of the Secular Order of Druids

Post - Script
For some reason everybody is more impressed when I tell them that Arthur Pendragon's Sword is the Excalibur, the sword from the movie of the same name. Exactly the same sword.
A lady friend of Arthur's saw a sword in the window of a blacksmith's from the back of Arthurs bike (did I forget to mention that he's an ex-biker? Actually sod the 'ex', he's a biker - tattoos 'n' all and his motorbike is his steed.) They wandered in and he was told by the blacksmith who made the sword for the movie that unless the 'Once and Future King' proved he was there he could not relinquish the sword. Arthur had recently changed his name by deed poll, he had the documents and he walked away with the sword. I love true stories.

Subculture Sith-Lord's Captains Log,
Synergy Project, February 2006

Peace Not War and Tribal Voices presents
Sparxillva, KP and The Foreseeable Future

Feb 3rd Sparxillva performed on the Peace Not War stage at The Synergy

Project. KP supported Sparxillva on stage.

Poetic, eclectic with heavy bass was the accurate description on the flyer. It was the early

set and The SE1 Club wasn't as full to the brim as it got later in the

night however there was soon an expanding crowd and the crowd was bouncing!

The comedic banter between Sparxillva and KP kept the crowd well entertained between

tracks. Da Q and Da 8 have a chemistry built on years ofsets together, smoking sessions, rhyming cyphers and Playstatiom sessions!

Sparxillva's bass heavy tracks (produced by Grafic and co-produced by Sparxillva himself) had the

Synergy Project wiggling immediately and his concept-driven lyrics keep the listeners interested.

"Candlelight" by KP was well received but his poem about the war for oil

nd the Military Industrial Complex received rapturious applause. The

highlight was definitely Sparxillva's "Badabadbup" which had everybody

shaking their butts, even the few people still sitting down!

The Foreeable Future performed in the Tribal Voices Room at the Synergy Project.

As well as supporting Sparxillva at the Synergy Project in the Peace Not

War room on February 3rd KP also performed shamanic poetry and

conscious Hip-Hop in the Tribal Voices room. He introduced The

Forseeable Future, a collection of poets and musicians using

tribal methods to make future sounds! Including A Vortex - singer, poet

and Mama Gaia Missionary!

Adam Vortex wowed the crowd with a beautiful rendition of his ode to Mother Earth, "The Rhythm of Mama Gaia."

Also featuring Xav on the violin, they left the stage to rapturious applause.

Parvati shared inspirational poetry inbetween improvised flute renditions. She

mesmerised The Tribal Voices stage with her down to earth spiritual poetry which people relate to on a down-toi-earth level despite philosophical subjects.

Jimajama performed his "Ester May" poem to the sound of a rare KP beatbox.

KP was also doing his usual impromptu self deprecating comedy, shamanic poetry, and the odd verse about love.

The Foreseeable Future is bright, but it's not orange. It's green, acoustic and boombastic!

...I shouldn't have left you / I'm quoting Rakim, not Timbaland so get to /

unearthing Rakim's back catalogue and then Step 2 / is giving him respect as if you were his nephew...

It's been a long time since I wrote a proper blog. November to be precise.

What's happened since then?

November 2005 - Not much, just performed a little poetry at the Synergy Centre on a random tuesday or two, Paradox did a

talk about the Dreamspell calendar in Bristol, I discovered it was possible to play basketball against the Zapatistas in Mexico,

oh, and I made an orgone generator wand with a citrine crystal, an amethyst, alot of resin and a copper tube. Phat.

December 2005 - Bad By Design threw a phat party at the Ark Bar in Bristol, I co-hosted 911 Truth Radio, I interviewed

ex MI5 agent David Shayler, the Project Merriment Winter Solstice celebration went down a treat while I enjoyed a Reiki

share with cosmic Aimee augmented with Etherium and enjoyed hearing Ashera's live soundhealing on big speakers (put my

crystals near the bass bin for that one), I did a talk on Orgone Generators while on a mild dose of psylocibin, I received

Christmas presents from homeless people! Some would say that it the lowest of the low but it was the high point of a

good week, people with nothing found something to give to show their gratitude for a good, civil, open conversation.

I gave them apopholyte crystals because I had no cash and they were surprisingly ecstatic.

Rosie (positivity wrapped in the shape of a tiny girl) was not surprised, she'd sussed them. I discovered that Shakespeare

did not invent Oberon King of the Fairies, I met Susanna again in the Synergy Centre and got talking about the current

incarnation of King Arthur and I had a phat New Years Eve at the Synergy Centre - performing poetry on New Years Day

morning and discovering that reiki practioners live in Winchmore Hill - not just chavs and rappers.

January 2006 - the legendary 157 squat in Bristol had a legendary cinema night, I met Dimitri in Castle Park by the river

and he showed me that you have to perceive 2D before you can imagine 4D, I met Mescalito and he gave me white lotus flowers,

I wished Kat luck in Mexico (she won't need it, Synchronicity is on her side), I spent my galactic birthday doing a

Super Food demonstration in a health food store, I went str8 from Brizzy to Victoria Coach station to a Peace Not War meeting

(best believe I'll be educating y'all on Peace Not War) to Matsuri at 93 Feet East to support DJ Color during his Drum n Bass set.

We smashed it.

I shook my booty at Miasmatic with a guy called Jesus, I saw Amanda the shaman (conversations with her always help to make my life make sense )

and for my uncondional love I received a painting of The Mother and a hyacinth.

I've been making bigger and better orgone structures.

Oh, and I moved into a squatted mansion - Terrill House - with four floors and a lift. Nang.

Eviction scheduled for about two weeks later! lol

Alot can happen in a few months time. It's only been February for a few days and already I've discovered Bio Danza (do I live what I believe?)

I recorded 3 acoustic Hip-Hop tracks for Tribal Voices thanks to Grey, Ben, Rohan, Gaea, and Nalini (How do I realise my intentions?)

Today Sparxillva and I spoke to two separate strangers on the tube! (Come to London and you'll understand the exclamation mark.)

One of the strangers was reading J.D. Salinger (not The Catcher) and the other was bigging up the new verse I was spitting to Sparx while

me and Sparx were bigging up the fat cone behind his ear.

I'm the Blue Planetary moon-lit Night, how do I perfect what I do? The Yellow Planetary Warrior is my perfect compliment.

Wow! Well somebody must have heard my requests for luck, love and synchronicity!
I've spent the past two weeks at a total of 3 festivals, The Big Green Gathering, The One World Festival and The Questival.
I was performing Hip-Hop, poetry and carrying out I-Ching Readings at The Big Green.
Before I went everybody told me it was their favourite festival and now I know why.
Spiritual workshops, healthy eating workshops, sustainable living workshops, amazing music, and amazing people.
The random conversations were just as inspiring as the music and workshops.
The play which Paradox wrote to perform at the BGG was amazing, AntArmageddonAssassin (Triple A to some) makes a good Jesus.
I've heard of improvised acting but freestyling raps while channeling Christ Conciousness is new to me.
Aussie John made an amusing Buddha, "G'day, I'm Buddha..."
A massive shout out to the Brixton Cafe which provided amazing musicians with an amp and a fire when the other tents could no longer keep up with the party.
James, the official Vibes Coordinator, and Rob, the unofficial master of ceremonies deserve big hugs and respect.
Dan and Emma of EartHeart and Nazca fame ;)
I love you guys. Oh, and thanks to Brighton Chris for the chats and charis.
Good inspiration for the poem I started writing.

The One World Festival was completely different, more like a macrobiotic retreat than a festival.
However I enjoyed myself thoroughly due to the warm and fuzzy people I met there. I was at the One World with the
fairy Kwali Locks (Kwali Bear), the elf Judith and the Shaman Sedeck. We were running the Magical Theatre which was basically a creche for
4 - 12 year olds. It was great, but with the exception of a few lovely international volunteers and a few hippy parents the kids were more on my level
than most of the adults I encountered. In fact they are the main reason I'd go back.
Oh and I'd go just for Yasson's Beat Box workshop. Yasson is more than a good beatboxer, he is genuinely one of the most passionate musicians I have ever met.
It was a pleasure working with you.
Thanks to the Irie Stylee Cafe (which will be running 'tings at the Small World fest soon) which benefits from Nicks fantastic taste in music and generosity.
Also thanks to the lovely Emily and the legend Duff (who as far as I could tell was the only man who would share a joint in the whole so-called
Festival apart from the crew I came with.)
Emily and Duff are part of a devil sticking, freestyle firespinning, uni-cycling, stilt walking team from Brighton called Trickswop! Yes, they can be hired for both workshops and performances ;)
As predicted I ran out of cash at The Big Green so I spent the first week getting fed healthy blessed food from the Hare Krishnas (thank Krishna for the Hare Krishnas) and the second week
getting fed macrobiotic food in return for working in the childrens workshops. So by the time I left I was physically charged and with the meditation workshops at both fests I was spiritually charged as well.
Good inspiration for the poem I'd been writing.

And on the way back to Mordor (Lon to the D-O-N) we stopped in on Rich Farm? for the Questival. Synchronicity played its hand as both Adam's (Taffler and Pinkerfield) who run the ???? Cabaret went to
school with my older brother. Despite rolling with the same crews for the past 3 years we hadn't met for the past 8 years. In fact we were all at The Big Green.
But the universe wanted me to meet them on their farm so I did.
And the tipi used at the Questival for caberet, a tipi called The Bimble Inn, was
a good place to finally perform the poem I'd been writing.

But you don't really want to know how much fun I've been having, even if it is amusing. You want to know if the brat spanking was bull$hit ;)
Spanky, spanky...