genderwild mystic; diary #8 / The Golden Bookcase

I have a golden bookcase of books. Not literally. I mean the books themselves are golden, and if they were stored in an actual golden bookcase, the case would barely be noticed, for the wisdom shining from the books within it.

This golden bookcase is on my desk, in my office. It is only fifteen or so books wide at the moment, but these are precious books, favourite books, those books that I know if studied from all possible angles, in all possible combinations, would reveal all we need to know about creating heaven on Earth.

There is a surplus of wisdom in this world. There is wisdom everywhere you look, if you look correctly. Oh, the tiresomeness of ‘revelations’ that folk proclaim and write about and sell millions of copies on the back of! And here I am with my own tiresome revelation! Everything we need to know is here already, in the wealth of experience we have already had, and already read.

Two days until January -Veganuary- begins. What role do I have in this senseless celebration of the neoliberal capitalist turning of the yearly wheel? I have nothing to celebrate except my wonderful presence on this wonderful plane, and in this delight of biodiversity on Earth! Everything else is bullshit and dust…

But there is one thing. Again and again and again, I am lonely. I seek my brethren. I am a lonely bull elephant, wondering in what remains of my forest home. I don’t seek other bulls. I seek to be welcomed by the matriarchy, the herd of females. Even as I practise sexual restraint, I would like a little polyromance, a little polyintimacy -for these do not explicitly need sex to flower. A hug, a smile, a nice date out somewhere in this crumbling empire that surrounds us; some lovely and interesting female company to muse on the decline of capitalist civilisation with, and a signal that I am at least a little understood.

For now I am held together –well gathered– by my practises of restraint and renunciation -a vegan diet and sleeping on the hard floor (which is strangely comforting)- as well as the golden bookcase.

The first lines of one golden book read like this:

‘A way that can be walked is not The Way                                                                                      A name that can be named is not The Name’ 

?You Gather? Vegan & Climate Activism #3

Happy New Year? Maybe. How was your festive period? Mine was very low key. Time for me to reflect, read books, do some writing, and finish the first version of my business plan for Epic Tomorrows, which was finally signed off by my government-employed business adviser yesterday (the 28th). Funnily enough, the British government are funding me to develop informational resources which challenge the British government. Email me at epictomorrows@gmail.com if it would be useful for you to have a copy of the plan. Especially if you are vegan or a climate activist. 2019 is a great year to start a business themed around veganism or climate activism. My own flagship business product is explained here.

I’ve also been enjoying continuing my work for Extinction Rebellion (XR) albeit in a more relaxed and sparse way than I have been in recent months. We have a good regenerative culture building within XR, e.g. we encourage each other to take time out and recuperate. I have been enjoying reading about the recent XR BBC blockade action in London. I couldn’t be there myself, but I did take part in the now infamous November 2018 bridge blocks, at which I was arrested. It’s amazing how XR have managed to create atmospheres around their actions which are both edgy, facilitating non-violent direct actions which end in arrests, and also family friendly, often with children contributing to the debate on the microphones. I put this down to the discipline of non-violence which prevails, drawing on the traditions of Gandhi and Martin Luther King.

I hope that those of you who are non-vegan but are considering a more plant-based diet will try out ‘Veganuary’ i.e. going vegan for the whole of January. This simple exercise in self-restraint is itself a type of activism and has value on many different levels, from the personal and political to the commercial and environmental. Here’s a website to help you do it.

When it comes to vegan educational resources and campaigns, Viva! are one the forefront organisations (in case you didn’t know).

If you really want to go for it with climate activism in 2019, we are in such a dire emergency now that I would advise you join one of the more radical climate activist groups that have formed in the past two years. For the UK, a good bet is XR. Internationally there are also the options of ‘By 2020 We Rise Up’, ‘This Is Zero Hour’ and ‘We Don’t Have Time’. There are many more resources for vegans and activists which I will be gathering together all in one place in my Well Gathered spreadsheet, version one of which will launch on March 29th. (For £5, it will save you doing all the legwork of searching through and vetting hundreds of activism related sites. I also promise to use all feedback to make the second version even better.)

I’m a romantic person, and you could say I have quite a romantic idea of what could happen in 2019 for vegan and climate activists, and hence for the whole of society. We really are in the cow-shit when it comes to climate breakdown and ecological collapse, and unfortunately our short-sighted democracies are just not equipped to take the radical and far-reaching economic, technological and social restructuring measures required. These measures are required to avert an otherwise likely global temperature rise of 4 degrees by the end of the century, a 4 degrees which some scientists and complex systems theorists say is ‘incompatable’ with organised human civilisation as we know it. Does that scare you? It should do! Look here for some good science.

My ‘romantic’ vision is one of massive planetary change, but I dare not go into too much detail here, because all our visions are different, and we need a shared vision of change, for any significant change to happen.

Speaking of romance, I hereby make a call-out to lovely, polyamorous, vegan, climate activist entrepreneur women to even notice me in 2019 and ask me out on a date 🙂 Or if I’m being too fussy, vegetarian, climate activist, polyamorous, and female would be okay. And lovely. I live in the southwest of England. Near Exeter. And sometimes Bristol. Maybe near you sometimes. If you want.

As always everyone, please get in touch with any of your vegan activist and / or climate activist dilemmas. If you are seeking information or advice you can’t find, maybe I can help you (for free I mean). Respond to this post or drop me a line at epictomorrows@gmail.com or send me a voice recording (that would be extra nice, audio content is more human).

To hear my vocal rendering of the spirit of this post, visit Epic Tomorrows on Soundcloud.

The Women Who Have My Heart

They are scattered around all over

When I bump into them

I remember worlds that were set in motion

Moving within me still

But now alone, I had forgotten

Who helped create them

Until I briefly see their faces

Or stop to chat awhile

I never intended strongly enough

Or always wanted their freedom, first

These women that I never began with

Yet I cannot deny the sorrow

That wells up like liquid nitrogen

Love is something I recall

In the recollection always warmer

Warmer in my dreams

Than ever it could be for real

hopeful polyromantic #1

The other day I was waiting outside a community centre before hosting a meeting about climate breakdown, and into my celibate life, that is to say across my line of vision, appeared one of the most strikingly attractive women I have ever seen. She reclined on a sturdy rustic bench on the finely cropped grass, in just such a position that the sun shone full on her. I walked up to her and handed her one of my cards -promoting the activism I am involved with. I’m glad she asked ‘what is it?’ as I shyly handed it to her. I’m glad I had a chance to strike up a conversation and observe her gorgeous face in animation. She said carefully, no, she didn’t know anything about climate breakdown but, she thought she should know a little more. This pleased me. I explained the danger in terms related to my worry for my three year-old niece i.e. for her future. The reclining sensation informed me she was just about to see her niece, as it happened.

Her face was full of piercings -very rarely have I seen such piercings against skin so black. Yet the metal was subtle for all its ubiquity about her features, and the effect was beautiful. I invited this young woman (I guessed her to be anywhere from 17 to 22) into the meeting I was about to hold, but she couldn’t make it. She said she might come on another Monday. So next Monday, when the group is actually to meet somewhere else, I have made the meeting time later, so I can be at the original meeting place earlier on, waiting for this stunning woman to appear again.

The way things seem to go with me, I probably won’t meet her again, even though she has my number on the back of a card. But that’s okay. I don’t need to attach to her. She may already be attached to someone else in any case. I think it was on the same evening back at home, that I celebrated this chance meeting with dazzle and cool vivaciousness by writing a song for her. Well, it was just a few chords and a bass-line, a jazzy sequence as is my wont.

So my delight did not turn into bitterness. Instead it was exorcised into my fingers and into melody and groove -melody and groove all hers. I now have another tune, or the beginnings of one, to add to the other two about women I briefly met -one of them so gorgeous and full of Spirit as to change my mind about not wanting to have children. I will build up a whole catalogue of songs, songs full of sexy groove, soulful melody and chords struck deep with me. These women are all better free of me anyway -probably better free of anyone. I wish them all the glory in the universe.