Dredlocks

Dredlocks

I am consistently stopped by British police “on suspicion of” because I have dredlocks. On multiple occasions, their accusations of my being witnessed shoplifting have been thwarted by requesting CCTV as evidence that I went nowhere near the shop in question on that day. They always back down because they know they are lying. It is not the police as an institution however it is a very common attitude amongst them to behave that way to such extent I do question if this is a part of their training; hassle the ones of us who stand out by looking different. It might simply be because the media has brainwashed them; Robert Marley had dredlocks and he smoked dope ergo I smoke dope because I have dredlocks. Pirate Jack had dredlocks and he is a pirate ergo I am a pirate because I have dredlocks. As a person with a higher than average IQ, I can see the fallacy of their argument.

I am called a non-conformist.
I am called anti-authoritarian.

I do not believe I am either of these things. 

I simply ask, conform to what convention? Social Normality on a global scale as I am one of the people of the planet, verses a minority cult which operate its totalitarian regime unlawfully and illegally in Britain, given the Human Rights Act is established to tell agents of corporations how they are meant to act (behave). My conforming to social normality involves that I am genuinely a law abiding, peace-loving person. Anything beyond that is a use of Trickery involving the expectations that I should conform to some system to which nobody has been educated, other than it is controlled by fear, example of being harassed, repressed, intimidated and prejudiced against; which is illegal on the part of the persecutor no matter what they do for a money job and their official role in society. I do not have to conform to the conventions of a job which I am not contracted to conform to. Individuals and conspirators involved in persecuting me from their official capacity are actively in neglect of duty / misconduct in public office, and therefore are not a genuine authority. I am not a fool, I can tell the difference between the two things; I do respect genuine authority. In real life, respect is earned, it is not a given, it is not something that can be forcibly taken.

I have experienced the same prejudice from many people in many levels of society. For example, the business training sessions where I have been told that my hair style “will go against me.” This is the purpose of this blog, on and for the record. I run my business from behind the internet, using photo's from photo shoots using myself as a professional model, I am qualified at degree level in Arts so doing so is an aspect of my professional practice. I could be anybody, using any model, to promote my business.

Within Britain, there is a repressive attitude which criminally persecutes those who stand out. Were I black they would not dare. Were I gay they would not dare. Were I female they would not dare. Were I religious they would not dare. That they judge me on appearances is ipso facto an example of how petty and pathetic these people are. It is an example of their inability to engage with reality in a real way; they are living in a delusional state. I can prove it, as follows;

I am a public figure of some level of fame, I am an internet personality. The website statistical data for how many people log onto my websites, read my blogs, enjoy my music, poetry, art, etc; verifies this as a fact. I am a media personality. My dredlocks are a successful marketing strategy. 

Does it work as a necessary factor for my job role? Yes it does. The same people who have written and spoken that they “like my dredlocks!” are also the same people who have in the past few years, donated to me hardware to the sum value equivalent to several thousand pounds, to further my career. They are the same people who have given me bursaries to the sum of several thousand pounds to further my training and therefore enhance my career, opening possibilities to me which would not otherwise have existed; such as financial possibilities for the growth and development of my for-profit company. A percentage of any profit I do make feeds back into the British economy as well as into the more ethical global economy. 

I can simply state for a fact that my dredlocks have resulted in stimulation and growth of the economy which in a time of economic crisis is a valuable asset to the nation. If I did not have dredlocks, none of that would have been possible. Accepting the systematic harassment is unfortunately a part of the lifestyle.

Only a few of those people who have helped me with this actually reside in Britain. Most of them are international based which furthers my point that the British mindset is closed and repressive. This is why my role in society is so valuable; I represent freedom in the eyes of other people who also feel repressed. Society needs to heal and this simple factor is a part of that healing process. We need to feel free or we cannot thrive.

I have not mentioned fully in this blog how dreadlocks are the traditional symbol for Celtic shamen and spiritualists. That is the topic for another blog much closer to my heart deserving of more in-depth exploration. I have also not mentioned how many females find me drop-dead sexually attractive simply because of what my hair represents to them and what I look like because of a roots cultural hairstyle.

I am looking into insuring my dreds against damage on the basis that they are integral to my companies future financial success. I have been threatened by the uk police that they have an ability to unlawfully imprison me and cut my hair off, which since it would damage my business and I do not break any laws, would put me in a situation of being able to sue the police for corporate damages as well as playing the mental-emotional abuse card, given how much my allegedly egotistic self-image relies on dreadlocks as my comfort zone and a coping mechanism necessary for dealing with the world (as proved and as backed up by previous counseling sessions resulting in, quote “...is not in need of psychiatric counseling” unquote); an unfortunate possibility which is something no sane person wants to enter into. Now that you have read this blog, you have pierced beyond the skin-deep to see that it might not be ego that drives me after all.

©2015 snakeappletree

Green Man Year Zero

"Welcome to the summer of dread. The conservative party's dreams of an England culturally cleansed of 'hippies', 'crusties', 'soap-dodgers' and 'scroungers'. A countryside reclaimed for picnicking Lebensraum for decent suburban folk. A rural idyll unspoiled by dreadlocked, bearded, unwashed, social deviants who will be forced back into the inner-city cesspits from whence they crawled... this is no deranged fascist wet dream. This is the culmination of a determined effort to crush and destroy a multi-cultural, empowering activist lifestyle for no other reason than the besuited gentlemen farmers and merchant bankers of the Conservative Party find it offensive." 

'Convoy Clampdown' article, NME 8 May 1993. 

"When injustice becomes law, rebellion becomes duty."  Magna Carta 1215  (paraphrased)

2013ad is Year Zero by the Mayan long count. The backdrop of the rise of a fascist state in Britain, two and three generations after my ancestors fought two consecutive world wars to prevent such a thing from happening. A return to Law is required while there is still time, now two years before the 800th anniversary of the signing of the Magna Carta which established in writing a legal system based on the Common Law of our Ancestors (Do not Steal, Do not cause Harm, Do not use trickery, and Keep the Peace) that has become increasingly corrupt and ignored ever since. We are long overdue for and in desperate need of a reformation. The near future will  be one of political reform.  

This summer I was fortunate to take time out of my research and educational work, to be a part of the four day long Green Man festival in the black mountains of Wales. It is located on an ancient riverbed and halfway up the hillside.

One thing that I did notice during the festival, living in high energy nature and away from Babylon, the urban wilderness, cellphone and wifi radiation, is that my sperm production has doubled!

Green Man is the best organised, cleanest festival I have ever been to, although it has been nearly fifteen years since the last big festival I went to, other than the occasional free party and traveller rave during my twenties. Green Man is safe for kids and has a lot of facilities for them, divided into 'younger' and 'older' categories (toddlers/pre-teens and pre-teens/teens in two separate zones). The site is gorgeous! Open spaces as important as music stages, food and trinket shops. Some of the trees here in a grove between the healing field and the main circuits are otherworldly.

Main things; my 3 year old got to see Patti Smith live!

Unfortunately I missed Julian Cope (Teardrop Explodes & the Modern Antiquarian) speaking due to the festi timetable being a fiver more than I had.

The drum workshop was amazing, smoke-filled-bubbles machine, heated showers, toilets cleaned twice a day, every food tent a different nationality from African souk to hippy chai, fresh fried fish and quinoa to full english breakfast. 

Many thousands of people living communally, a state of original-sense anarchy (not needing government) with not one policeman on site throughout; surely this alone says it all.

I walked around the festi where there were many dreadlocks feeling at home, being respected and smiled at simply for their presence, in my mind floated the phrase 'the gathering of tribes' from a 1999 exhibition 'a century of fashion' which predicted a culture that has become relevant now. 

I was at Glastonbury festival at Pilton in the year of the mud (and I still have green toenails from it despite wearing Doc Martens at the time, as trained by my early teenage years of Riot Grrl / Grunge generation vying with Goth and Reggae for my attention before becoming a full blown festi-born new-age traveller as now forever stereotyped). That pre-millenial festival was regarded by many at a time of global tsunami and maelstrom flooding to be Mother Earth speaking; remember what you are, remember nature! Walking barefoot at the Green Man I very soon got back into the festi spirit, watching/feeling several grids of the different festi spirits as they arranged coincidental experiences, time-synced events and meetings while everything falls into its own natural harmonic. 

The Green Man is Renewal cycle of nature; a british deity symbolized by an oak-leaf faced man. To many this signifies Druidism in its honorific state and the association with Oak Trees, of which are many and ancient on the Glanusk Estate in where the festival has been located for the past three of its ten years; although Celts have been worshipping the Green Man for countless generations, it is one of the earliest recorded traditional british imagery seen on pagan artefacts, so important that like Sheela Na Gig it was absorbed into British christian temple carvings prior to the Gregorian reformation.  

The cycle of renewal. It was followed by a hard minimal techno set the likes of which I haven't seen for a decade either, and which helped inspired me to get into making my own techno music.

"Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.” Rumi

"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." Edmund Burke.

3.9.13 Evidently I came back from the Green Man festival feeling a strong political message! Time has flown by since and I have not had time to sit down, look through the photo's and finish this blog until today.