Editorial

  • Our next event may be a little distant but I would certainly like to make an appearance at the Brockwell Park Mid-Summer Feast, the Urban Green Fair, and the small Green Gathering. I heard from the grapevine that ticket sales are going good already. Based on the success of reinstating this very popular festival with the 'greenies', there will be ample opportunity to contribute or work on site. Just go to the website Green Gathering and sign up. The dates are from the 2nd to the 5th of August 2012. Of course, my travels to Palestine will probably continue well into the year so I may as well think about hotter climes.

    Likewise the UGF will be on the 2nd September 2012 and volunteer opportunities will be abundant. After making the right decision to cancel last year due to lack of funds, bear in mind that it piddled all weekend, the energy should be building up again for a lovely post-Olympic celebration.



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    Okay, so Palestine is on the horizon. As usual, it is another song in my life an hence I wrote this one for the road. You can download it from YouTube but remember, the sound quality was from a simple camera. Whilst you are listening read this.

    Destination God

    I am free to ride, I am free to fly
    To fly away upon this day
    To ride the light with courageous might
    And reach the exalted heavenly way

    No religion anchors me
    No politics burden my view
    The whole earth is my nesting ground

    God leads the trail
    God makes me not fail
    This is the road of the prophets

    Every nation embraces me
    Every culture embalms me
    I will be remembered for liberation

    The rocks stare up to fallen idols
    The rains pour scorn upon sunken cities
    But I traverse the higher road
    Where the starry sky meets my nomadic soul

    The sun glints off my mercurial heels
    Venus passes me with a loving kiss
    Her virginity is no match for heroic plights
    Mars canters only a short while into the mists

    But even must I ascend the empirical realms of Jupiter
    Saturn still grounds me in wild earthly delights
    Before even Uranus will give me an heir
    And then on Neptune raise the chosen from their watery graves

    For ultimately I follow the sun into its Plutonic demiurge
    For ultimately I follow the sun into its Plutonic demiurge

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