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!
