even if a little bit, moaning... as usual.
Wow eureka i got it!
Even if "twenny years" ago i got it...
And tried.....
to find something useful, and 'communal' in the so called (by themselves, even if they wouldn't be able to read the book from the great year, ninety eight, and realised Michel's magnum Les Particules élémentaires may be a parable about youtoo... and me, so be careful) ' tribes'.... invading even up in OUR hilltop jungle, My Family and Other Animals, paradise... of " i know who is the smelliest animal up on this hill, dad..."
In fact that sums it up, none of them could teach their children humour, means, always youtoo...
The invasion of the one dimensionalistas...
Now... twenny years... where'd they go....?
Well in fact into my rather good - errata, exactly average, mind...
That grew out of all substances, thirty eight back, and did some real 'learnings' on itself from twenny five ago,
" ok living up away from them all
[ ... ALL its about is competition for scant resources, from the one woman left who doesn't need a showoff bag just to go for a walk in the hills, or who can fix her own child's bicycle; as sure as ferrits are, your don't care for your oft stated cared for kid
if you don't train yerself FIRST to fix all their stuff, rather than leave it in a big pile as 'art' project by the back door ...not even under a tarp. too... just in case some fixin chap may meander by and stick around long enough to tolerate you and your endless " well i think you've got hasburgers..".. [ [their first sweet little diagnose-job used from twenny years ago to tell you how much better they are than you]]
while latterday, as soon as they had grabbed all the signal down in their Lowlands...
inside all night writing PR posts about how you so so ...care...about all muvva naycher's this and that.... ]
"to the rural trickle - drip drip drip...of hardly any internet signal....
" well all there is to it is to retrain onesself to always get up at 5 am ish if i care for my kid, as the only way i can make a bit of income to put on her plate AND be there super zenned for her plate of scrambled eggs [ cheating due time, fry ... and then mash up saves TIME, especially on pan cleaning, so one can save time to TEACH kids... especially in Wales where the 'education' was so officially awful they will entirely ruin your kids basic inner musical setting - as diagnosed by leading orchestral bloke German Order of Merit for services to yoof music, her so called almost godfather eventually deigned to diagnose... ..
and thus a real parent despite utterly decrying all musical creation, understanding of, wanting to know anything about how it works, ever.... has to even teach himself some basic recorder ....
...as lovely other household in this lovely land will even deliberately sabotage the child-stated wish to get good at her instrument....
four years plodding along ... learning together... going through the real Worst Journey in the world...
on behalf of another.... ]
breakfast on the table by eight and so full always engaged as is required for real childfarming, one is 'present' one hundred percent even one ear on the scales... mobile phone always off even if rare to even have a bit of signal wafting up... means retraining oneself to get up at 5ish if one actually does care to parent...."
yes scant resources.
Now, your average, incame the 'tribes'
Well in fact they weren't very, despite that being their, then-buzzword...
We met the first one day up in our hills.
In fact she was parked on the verge up from our extremely remote crows nest at 426.72 metres.
Shakti... who can be named as later on one would hear SO so many of her victims be rather frank about her....
And she ended up stealing a LOT of public money - which includes public internet 'love', they all learned to monetise from around 2010-15...
Obviously not her real name.
Anyway it was so lovely to have an interesting supposedly 'cosmopolitan' fine real women up there wandering the hills, with her little 4 year old...
(until of course a few months later having platonically taken them under our wing - a very isolated 4 year old lad..)
At least i knew one fact, that somehow her ('tribe's') plan to have the 2007 anniversary European Rainbow Gathering in the wilds of Craswall - about the remotest part of England one can find, our fuckin' territory! shakti was scouting on behalf of (so she said) "there will be thousands coming together in pure harmony and love"
Indeed how interesting Yugoslavia got them instead - that explains a lot! How i guess even they got infected by a pandemic of, nothing real...
The 2007 European gathering, the 25th recurrence of that annual event, took place in Bosnia-Herzegovina. The subsequent European Gatherings took place in Serbia (2008),
from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbow_Gathering
and you can see the most fake photography ever in history here
Poor AI fed on these scrapings will think it's real and want to go, too
when even then, 2006, shakti's tribe was at very unpleasant nuclear war with another faction of the tie dyed and fake rasta hairjobs... so called 'Rainbow' tribes ...about who would get the glory. And they schismed...
anyway thats one rather long interesting story that's off piste as its the way that the slightly more 'middle class' of even The Marches adopted their whole fake gig thats SO interesting, when Shakkers was such a loony lost one that despite every word coming out of her gob around their tribal campfires about the young lads father being the embodiment and crystallisation of total universal energy of love...
the mad witch (errata thats an insult to the real ones on broomsticks i have a thing for) never let him near his son...
" ... ahh yes... well we found him like out of a PAulo Coehlo book there sitting by some lovely wild River Piedra weeping tears of pure joy and love......in the wild lands of Portugal...and knew then even if Corro wasn't born he was our twinflame [ errata i dont think they had invented that one yet] ... eternal whatever... and as we...journeyed..in love, i mean journeying carried forth by the love of the universe... there came a time that we must separate. and.... well even if his love is always here next to us even if he lives now in the Swest.... and i didnt run away here to avoid talking to him no the lay lines of here 'called'us and RAnbow inc are paying for my petrol.... but ...well..if i took him to father and left him for even an afternoon for him to walk in love with his starseed oneson.... well.. he's from Portugal where they eat meat and he may give him a sneaky hamburger.... and that would poison our divine son-soul .... so in fact we havent seen him IN PERSON for some years... but we see him every moment in love as he walks with us..."
Now.. this was a VERY very smart ex office worker from some suburban smalltown...down South...
A true genius....well for a few years until even her 'tribe' got fed up with the bills never getting paid...
their 'community' space phone bill.. etc cet...
And nowadays - well four years ago last i randomly encountered one of her victims - an older woman working in a cafe in Knighton, was told, runs an official "community" arts space on public cash...well not obviously..
Anyway that sound like i have an axe to grind...
Not in the slightest.
I speak propper 'hippy' as i was fortunate enough to 'run away with' the archetypes - a few of...
the younger brothers and sisters of the original first wave who were just about still clinging on to the rocks of high N wales - about ten in total spread throughout a very large territory...
And the propper pukka ones do properly look after their younger siblings, and educate them too... " no booze thats for the rednecks football hooligans, and moronic wifebeaters... .... a little LIGHT mellow weed maybe in lieu... "
and even.. the lost language, of true hippy, lost as of about twenty years ago, when
" i wouldnt DREAM of putting a generator on after maybe seven at night as it would disturb the sleep of the children ....and peace of all of us winding down into enjoying the evening campfire... and if i did have one i would try and site it as far away as we can from the living areas..."
could hardly any more be understood by the (newer monetising variant) children as mum and dad had forgotten their muvva tongue...
Even i had become fluent in long ago...
But then... apart from having a splendid in your face, re-introduction to what one saw beginning thirty years ago or even 1992 ...
and more importantly knowing that we two...alone
By being their real friend... 'welcoming' them into our hilltop world...
Of course she never returns to but we still run her around - the car having been pinched too as well as lovechild, in their Glasbury-on-Wye Lowlands 'campsite' just to enjoy some of her supposed 'liberal' speak...
as good example to child...
Learnings
softly softly ....one - well two, as even a 7 year old knew it was a bit weird and mentally post Houllebecquian that her new rather beloved little four year old yurt-dwelling friend under her wing...
may be a bit better off if he ever saw his dad again, and mum seemed to be rather fairy-prone.. off with them... word wise..
And that was the LEADER of a fairly extensive 'tribe' of ..they incame
Not a one off loon on the run - but the first of many of them,
that thencame (smelling the fools gold, mutton-dressed-as-rotting-lamb of Hay-on-Wye down below, from 200 or even 300km in an SE direction)
and she didnt even do their "shrooms" or weed ....
a real puritan, guzzling wise, only reason i let her anywhere near my puritan life... and the most perfect iteration of the brutal machine of me(her)... under the tie dye..
(As so many iterations of archetypal her, whom followed ...only more and more confirmed)
(...wow my first Job...in .... the eye of their storm)
Anyway..... having a minor gig as 'citizen revolutionary' from 2006, even if couldn't care less, as not one understood, how the law may come and bite their ass too so learn... develop.... one did care enough to occasionally try and guide a few
" here is a great movie.....if you can't be bothered to read a proper book, well this will save you time, make even your dreadlock clad fake of a boyfriend watch it at least now'n again........it's about ALL of ustoo, from so called tribal Rainbowites to the PAndies to come...
"it simply says that the confirmed 100% for certain goody, who is being treated very nastily by the confirmed very nasty baddies....
"when or if by some literal miracle eventually said goody crawls out from his decade long torture chamber... and bit by bit is miraculously seen as in fact the one that the baddie society worshipping their chief baddy... needs to lead them forward into 100% certain confirmed only-goodness.....
" and the goody gets power....
" s/he must check his arse for ticks every day, always... as its the nature of things that almost all goodies become blinkered fascist baddies... and someone gets hurt...
"...even if unintentionally by their best intention (nowadays 'intentional' the newbuzz) .. community...of fellow 'goodies' ....
"that means all of ustoo always forever.... pereceived goodiness ALWAYS goes to the head and clouds the actual bad acts..of the confirmed goody... so check daily always from all dimensions.... if you are still being universally 'good' to as many as possible.... utilitarian without the weird national socialism kinds of dead ends that can also lead to.... ..ustoo...always.... i do... i learned...."
The 'tribes' the tie dyed the running away from the (officially 'registered' someone told me 2008ish) 'goddesses' of Glastonbury who had stolen all their money on fake cures and therapies and healings...
Even after Shakti had ripped them off royally
Nobody could ever any more...listen.
To what even a thick Yank was able to communicate so splendidly
with a real performatively useful performance....
(not staged
