Harry Miller, a former police officer, argued that the “non-crime hate incident” on his police record was a violation of his human rights

We need more Harry Millers

Honey Soil

The Precious Tincture

I have to hide my precious honey. There is no suggestion, at the moment, that the priceless nectar is under threat.  I am to bury it in a section of our garden at Oak Tree House. But not in a container. I am to pour it directly into the soil. It will be totally safe there. Absolutely so. No one would ever imagine that such a treasure would be hiding in such a place! At the chosen time the honey can be extracted or ‘retreated’ out of the soil.

This is true alchemy. A treasure hiding in the dark earth.

But this soil is not filthy or dirty in the conventional sense. It is a celebration of the  wonder of earthiness. The beautiful and natural stuff of fertility and life.

Two very different types of beauty and nourishment: one a symbol of the elixir of the goddesses and gods, the other the most humble of all of creation’s goodness.

Honey and soil coming together. Electrifying. A mutual fertilization, with each bringing something to the other that is unique.

A process totally hidden from the world.


An absolute secret. 

I don’t remember how it happened, but suddenly I am knee deep in the rich beautiful soil.  ‘Beau Solum,’ just as if I was knee deep in the sea, the water of my beloved ‘Beau-Maris.’

I notice an empty green bottle of Mateus Rose, the oldest known type of red wine. It is shining like a beautiful emerald gem deep within the soil. I pick it up and notice that deep flexible dark roots have grown from the bottom, long and sinewy like big worms.

I love worms.

Then the dynamics are reversed, and the roots emerge from the neck or lip of the bottle. As the green bottle absorbs me, I see the words of the Emerald Tablet, ‘As above, so Below.’ It was charged and highly erotic.

And so I have in my possession, an emerald coloured jar or bottle of honey-like nectar, mixed-in with the most pure and fertile soil imaginable.

Slaughterhouse 5 – 14.02.45

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Baroque Dresden 1900
Post firestorm Dresden 1945
Kurt Vonnegut 1922 – 2007

On 22 December, Vonnegut, aged 22, was captured with about 50 other American soldiers. He was taken to a prison camp south of Dresden . During the journey, the Royal Air Force bombed the prisoner trains and killed about 150 men. Dresden was the “first fancy city [he had] ever seen”. He lived in a slaughterhouse when he got to the city, and worked in a factory that made malt syrup for pregnant women. Vonnegut recalled the sirens going off whenever another city was bombed. The Germans did not expect Dresden to get bombed, Vonnegut said. “There were very few air-raid shelters in town and no war industries, just cigarette factories, hospitals, clarinet factories.” More than 90% of the city’s center was destroyed after a fierce firebombing of the city.

He survived by taking refuge in a meat locker three stories underground. “It was cool there, with cadavers hanging all around”, Vonnegut said. “When we came up the city was gone … They burnt the whole damn town down.”

He was awarded a Purple Heart, about which he remarked “I myself was awarded my country’s second-lowest decoration, a Purple Heart for frost-bite.”