4-6-2022: Day 360
The tune was lilting, soothing, and lifting the souls gathered on the Queens Platinum weekend for a birthday party for our own royal family from the mean streets of Shoreham-by-Sea.
The tune coursing through the magic of the Bluetooth speakers was ‘Doot Doot’ from Freur, a previous incarnation of naturally born-slippy rave campaigners, Underworld. As the tune broke new sonic stratospheric heights, kids cemented to their phones, the elders chewed the cud over the big monarchy question on everyone’s lips.
It was all left on the dining room table – from republican revolution to the eternal hegemony of the national treasure – as the red wine and tears flowed in rivers.
Later, I was sitting on the beige lounge sofa with my sister-in-law, partner in crime and time, watching the streamed video of a smiling Queenie presented with a marmalade sandwich by Paddington Bear. And wondered at the beauty of this, the real platinum moment.
5-6-2022: Day 361
It was a long, lonely walk to freedom down the wooden jetty of the Brighton Marina. Past the millionaire yachts moored-up, past the museum boats of yesteryear, past the fishing vessels of the plundered pirate seas.
Walking the boardwalk planks to revisit the crime scene where I fought the law, the law won, and I ended-up incarcerated, medicated, and thrown on the psychiatric scrapheap.
The time on the clock froze on 2.30 PM, standing tall on rubber trainer soles, outside the Marina boatyard lock-up by the towering white chalk cliffs.
Fifteen years ago, my howls for mercy had fallen on deaf ears to the hostile police siege ringed around the vacant ship in the concrete harbour where I had sought shelter. And, drifting on the breeze, a fading memory of the size ten jack boot imprinted on my head.
Walking away, always walking away – embraced with a feeling this was my day of remembrance for the hearts and minds of Life’s mortal battlefields – I plugged myself into ‘Doot Doot’ and snapped a soul selfie to the backdrop of the eternal blue ocean of love.
6-6-2022: Day 362
As the candles flickered in the breeze wafting through the bedroom window, I lay like a stone temple pilot engaging in some powerful reiki to heal my darkened soul.
The shadows were creeping into all four corners of the room, as the day turned into night, and the demons stalked the fringes of my subconscious. Suddenly, in an illuminated lightbulb moment, a poignant revelation occurred, as the seagulls caw cawed loudly on their homeward journey to wherever the fuck they sleep at night.
The revelation was simple, simple as the shadow we cast in the sunlight, and how we are all born with this dark extension of our Self. Life’s journey is to integrate this shadow into our DNA, to truly see the sunlight of our conscious mind, heart, and soul.
This journey was mapped out by the ground-breaking thinker Carl Jung – for all the masses, and classes, races, and faces. One that for the many will shadow stalk them to the grave and beyond.