'Kinell.

Operation: Bless Everyt'ing has been in full effect, with a Buddhist monk conducting meditations in my squat (a regular occurance now) followed by healing sessions, Synchro Bro Craig doing reiki and others doing their thing (I received acupuncture yesterday), all in a squatted warehouse. Life is surreal.

One of the healers is a guy called Raphael (yes, like the Angel and the Ninja Turtle), a dude that Craig met in India. Raphael's faith in the synchroflow was so strong that he rode his motorbike from Germany to England on the belief that his soul family was waiting for him. Testament to Raphs faith and Craigs impression on him, the Renegade Healing Studios have manifested and the ketamine fuelled Bristol squat scene is getting long overdue treatment. No judgment, love unconditional. Bless it all.

Since I've been back in Bristol I've hosted DJ Battles at Native in Bristol between universities UWE and University of Bristol, had gigs in Stonehenge, and organised festival gigs throughout and summer.

So, 30 May 2008 was supposed to be Kev’s AWESOME Birthday party at the Sunrise festival (my birthday's on the 31st.) The festival, which has an awesome reputation among paying punters and an awful reputation among workers and stall holders was cancelled due to rain.
I could go in to more detail about the reasons for the reputation, suffice to say that in past years it has had the most clear and positive intent (the festival was arranged to sacred geometry principles) but because in it's infancy it was over-ambitious the punters had an awesome time but many of the workers did not get paid. For the record some of the most synchronous events I’ve ever experienced e occurred at the two previous Sunrise festivals.)

Anyway, it got cancelled due to a serious amount of rain, most of my close friends were trapped there with vehicles getting towed on and off and I was celebrating in my Birthday in the squatted warehouse I'm currently living in... Live Hip-Hop, dubstep poetry, live music and couches. It was phat, we have a large soundsystem that runs entirely on 12 Volt Batteries and world class speakers. 12 Volt Jo is the fuckin man, the fuckin man responsible for building the rig.

The Magpie is a squat in Bristol, it used to be a charity shop called The Magpie. The people who originally squatted it could not beat the original title so it stuck. I now call the Magpie home, the first home I've had for three years.

I have resisted discussing my living conditions, I call it sadhu style, I wander Bristol getting fed by friends and trying to get enough money together to eat while somehow promoting successful events and compiling an album. I suffer insomnia and can't work anywhere which is not in the synchroflow which has ruled out most things apart from childcare and performance.

I have resisted discussing my lifestyle because I thought that if I make hundreds of blog readers aware of my poverty, I would reinforcing that thoughtform (yes, we've all seen The Secret.) But my living arrangements are so intrinsic to the tales I have to tell that I have no choice. Also, although we co-create our realities I believe my will is now strong enough to over-ride whatever it is you think of me. Really. That's the purpose of wizardry to me, to have a strong enough will not to be restricted by the beliefs of others, even if those beliefs are the 'laws' of physics.

I've already broken plenty of rules. Apparently you can't live in a house unless you work full-time. I spent 2 years couch-surfing and squatting in Bristol (x amount of love to Ric, Tim, the Stantons and the Place family) and now I live in a squatted community centre with a phat soundsystem, tool workshop, and sewing workshop which is turning into an art gallery next week. Rules are made to be smashed.

Anyway, I have two pounds in my pocket right now. The fact that some days I can't actually afford to eat right now has slowed down the album release, but that's meant that I have had time to perfect the title track and now Lawrence and Lottie are singing on it. It's all in the synchroflow, everything happens when it's meant to but I apologise for those who have been waiting. But then again, here is perhaps the best track I've ever recorded.

[link]

Sadhu style. I've not been to India. Not in this lifetime. I've not met any sadhus. Not 'roper' Indian ones.
WIKIPEDIA - "In Hinduism, sadhu is a common term for an ascetic or practitioner of yoga (yogi) who has given up pursuit of the first three Hindu goals of life: kama (enjoyment), artha (practical objectives) and even dharma (duty). The sadhu is solely dedicated to achieving moksha (liberation) through meditation and contemplation of God. Sadhus often wear ochre-colored clothing, symbolizing renunciation."

I'm not claiming to be a sadhu in this lifetime, I find the divine through enjoyment, I help people with practical objectives and I am only just about relieving myself of the illusion of guilt and duty. But I am dedicated solely to achieving liberation through meditation and contemplation of the divine and translating what I find in my mind through my rhyme... and for that people keep me fed and housed. Sadhu style. So don't worry about me, I think I had about 2 pounds on me when I received a phone call telling me that someone was gonna pay for me to go to Tasmania. There's alot you can do with no money and alot of love.

Renunciation? I'm living out of three bags and I have no bank account. Renunciation? Kind of, but I never made a choice or vow, I just followed my heart. Besides when I make a half a million for having the foresight to put a bunch of rhyming positive affirmations on the phattest beats that Glastonbury, Tasmania and Bristol have to offer I'm not gonna turn it down.

But I know many people would not be able to go hungry, I know most people would not choose freedom over a full belly, I know most people would be more scared. I used to be more scared, but experience has taught me the value of cultivating love and light in your life. I took the Bodhissatva vow when I was 18. See how the Taoist Druid just slipped that in there?

Last year I maintained that love and light at Stonehenge even while a jealous man punched me in the face for flirting with his ex-girlfriend. Maybe half an hour later I met my rhyming guru KRS1, also in Stonehenge. Experience has taught me the value of cultivating love and light in your life, but you can't prove the value of synchronicity, not even through Bardic tales, you can only experience them.

I did not choose to value love over money, I'm just being myself and going where my intuition indicates I should go, so I don't expect anyone else to have the same priorities or to be anyone but themself. Money is merely energy, one I am learning to cultivate like a Tai Chi master cultivates chi.

This year I once again attended the STONEHENGE SUMMER SOLSTICE CELEBRATIONS. As promised there was "poetry, live Hip-Hop, story-telling, improvisation and DNA activation." I orated in my usual manner, acapella Hip-Hop style, I performed Melima Elda, Melima Alda, my rap half written in Tolkiens Elven language at the request of my friend Chantal (x amount of love respect to Chantal and her mother for getting me to Stonehenge alot earlier than I would of if I travelled with your average hippies!) It was the first time I had performed it in England, it had only been heard in Tasmania prior to that (and a copy of it is pasted on the wall of elf Tranzporters shop in Melbourne, it was his birthday present.) But the most fun I had, no disrespect to the organised performance area, but some brave young lady had set up a tiny 'soap-box stage' and it was open. Me and Craig 'Body English' Reynolds of the Synchromystickz bounced poems, banter and positive affirmations of each other in one of my most enthusiastic performances of all time (until the next one.) We finished with a duet of 'Most High'.

Oh yeah, the morning after Stonehenge I noticed my Amethyst crystal had new green cracks on it, similar shade to a green resin I had seen arrive out of nowhere on the orgone generator I once had taped to my phone. Over the past month the crystal has also gained new phantoms, I hadn't noticed but it's previous owner noticed the phantom changes. But the green cracks, which I suspect had something to do with me leaving the crystal on the 'heel stone' of Stonehenge for a short while (the first stone to receive the sun light on Solstice) and the electromagnetic properties of the henge, were so obvious that I noticed as soon as I saw it in sunlight.

So, in short? I have a phat album, finished, designed and ready for the masses. I'm in a crew of Synchromystickz and Open-Minded Intuitives who are doing everything from Perma-culture courses, energy healing in squats, and organising roller-discos. I am living in a squatted warehouse that is having an open art gallery next week and hosting live bands. And I'm still more or less penniless.

"It's not about the bill, that's not keeping it real, alot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deal." Jurassic 5, Concrete Schoolyard.

Epilogue

For the record, Raphael (who was a Sadhu once upon a time, orange robes and all) thinks that the Wikipedia entry is inaccurate, that it applies to the original Sadhus but not these days because Sadhus have to spend time finding food or shelter. He also made a distinction between the city Sadhus and the mountain Sadhus who have more of an opportunity to live a ascetic, peaceful and monastic life.

True Sadhus lock off their lower chakras, no base pleasures, they concentrate on the upper chakras. I guess somebody's got to, (or they would not be doing it but at the same time, I agree with Raph - balance all over. That's why he's out of the orange and back in the hoodies and only gets the white head wrap out for healing - OMIs, stay undercover, rainbow warrior plainclothes officers...