The Naked Truth
Being naked is a Glastonbury tradition and an easy and natural choice for any deodorant-free Glastafarian without clean clothes. It’s ideal both for strolling around the muddy Pilton Pop Festival or just shopping for crystals around town. It’s also a very definite sign that someone is completely at ease with their body, having completely stripped away the patriarchal construct of nakedness being in some way connected to sex.
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For most of us, perfect health, spiritual enlightenment and manifesting money are the most obvious reasons to use crystals- it’s no wonder that every Glastonbury New Ager resonates so deeply with the shiny gems. But every now and again, even the purest of light-filled beings can find themselves betrayed by their still human bladder and are forced out of their sleep at three in the morning, desperate for a pee. For those people, here is a helpful guide. Continue reading “New Age in the Dark”
Arthur. His name still rings out clear and true across the Somerset Levels, like the sound effect slide of a sword from a stone. A noble and kind king, he ruled Wales, Cornwall, Somerset, North Cadbury, the whole of England or somewhere, anyway, for a pretty long time, way back when dragons roamed the woods and there weren’t any motorways. Continue reading “The Myths of Avalon”
A Portrait of Bert Kwa
This article contains descriptions of Reiki and imagery that some may find disturbing.
In all the years since Reiki was rediscovered, it has only ever got really out of hands once, on that island energy hot-spot we all know as Hawaii.
Bert Kwa, the infamous Reiki Killer, was, up until recently, the only serial killer ever to have emerged out of Hawaii. A Wild Energy Embodier, Master of Multiple Modalities, he briefly held the mystical state of Reiki 4, coming into his power without training at the age of twenty three. Tragically, Reiki 4 chose to manifest in a sociopath, ill-suited to using such a precious gift for good. Continue reading “Reiki Killer”