“This poem is a variation on the story of True Thomas or Thomas the Rhymer, a Scottish poet who was said to have been given the gift of prophecy after a tryst with the Queen of Elphame. In this updated version of the story, Thomas is not a medieval Scottish poet but a modern man, lying in bed unable to sleep as he broods about the past.”

The terror and urgency of this global paradigm of democracy and the struggle for freedom is that it threatens the survival of vulnerable people.

Ever present in all of these memories, the glorious backdrop to childhood adventures, is nature. Every memory recalled is linked to the land it occurred in and on, land that has now, in many places, changed beyond all recognition, but still as I pass by, there is still that feeling, that aura, that sense of spirit that persists.

The bonds that bind us to one another may change and vary but they are there. In times of need, it is these bonds that serve us best, that can form the basis of community in the truest sense of the word.

But it is the violets that are perhaps my favourite of the spring time plants.

They start in the corner of my garden beneath the boughs of the mature linden tree and spread across the lawn, their purple flowers like jewels in a sea of green. Violet honey is one of my favourite things to make, though only in small batches because I just can’t bring myself to pick too many of the beautiful blooms!

Upcoming courses from Alley Valkyrie, Asa West, and Rhyd Wildermuth

To be at the “Forefront of Financial Inclusion” is to properly remunerate workers, and to provide every citizen with basic health needs and education — not to provide modern ways for poor people to feel broke and inadequate.

The egregore of capital knows it needs the native body to dominate the land of which indigenous peoples are an intricate expression. However, the egregore knows its survival is at risk too — it fears the wooden stake of the peasant class.

Man has created some terrifying truths, the worst of which is not war itself, but our justifications for war.

The River Mumma is a fierce protectress and mother, a beautiful woman but also something other, frightening, perhaps to some, even monstrous. We see these aspects of the female in other figures from legend and lore like Medusa, Babalon and more. Like I often say, folk stories always contain hints of truths at their core, like the single speck of grit at the centre of a pearl.

“In a war of empire vs empire, there are no “good guys.” Does that mean the people of Ukraine deserve to be invaded and occupied? No.”

Is the arrest of the men who tied another man down to beat him to death what Justice looks like?

Food connects me to my family, to my ancestors, to a land distant but important nonetheless. This is what is meant by soul food, the food we share with those we love. Memories made without even trying. The every day made magic. Spanning cultures and times.

Ukraine and the failed Pax Capitalis

Of the political strategies to combat deforestation at the local level, we must ask ourselves which is most effective and suitable for us as individuals — voting, lobbying or raising awareness.

People are able to organize very complex distribution and exchange mechanisms in a very short time without the intervention of state institutions. […] People did not engage in a general war for survival, but gathered in smaller groups around small 'pools' of remaining resources.

The day always starts

with a specific fauna and flora

which is not up for discussion.

Indeed there is something spiritual about working with the land, of running your fingers through dark, fertile soil, of working in sync with the cycles of the season.

“By focusing on the unwinnable debate between faith and reason, both Christians and atheists have agreed to ask the same questions – thus missing the potential for a type of religion that asks different questions in the first place.”

There is still beauty to behold in this world. Not the fake beauty of photo-shopped pictures, whether of people or places, nor the beauty of expensive possessions and luxurious homes, but instead a beauty that inspires a quiet joyousness within the heart, within the very soul, perhaps.

From Aidan Simardone