As a practising tāntrik ( see www.shivashakti.com) I find myself most fortunate to live in Mill Street, Oxford – the mill mentioned in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales a long time ago.
At the end of my road is a crossroads, and the Osney cemetery is ideal for tāntrik practices and close to a river. It’s also haunted by owls, bats, badgers and bhūtas (the spirits) and pretas (phantoms). I’ve heard that brahma rakshas occupy the dying oaks round here. Even more ideal, is that the crossroads has a bridge to civilisation across the railway, as you pass by Stephen Clarke’s Cherwell College. A magnificent edufice (sic).
Crossroads, cemeteries and being close to a river are the hallmarks of the highly respected Indian goddess (devī) Kālī. You are always welcome here! Read more about the goddess Kālī here.
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RISK TAKER Colin Cook, the Mayor of the city of the Screaming Squires, revealed today that he had once snapped his tendon walking through the city.
The news came as he rounded on a kid who scaled the heights, as you can read here in the always pulsating Oxford Mail.
Best not to take too many risks, eh Colin? You might snap a tendon. Or end up as a Lord Mayor.
So I was sitting minding my own business wasting hours trying to fix a Windows PC in my front room when my attention was drawn to a car that parked just outside number 27.
Number 27, you’ll remember, is where the saga of the Rusty Pole started, when Oxfordshire County Council kyboshed my idea of painting the very rusty pole in rainbow colours. Here’s Lucy Pole to the rescue!
Even after appealing to my local MP, and despite her noble attempt, Ms Nicola Blackwood could only get a grudging admission from the council that yeah, I could get it painted, at my own expense, and only in regulation colours.
I think these two pictures say more than I can possibly bring myself to say right now. It’s a kind of miracle. π
On the border between New Osney and old Osney there’s a bridge where herons happily snap up fish. But people using the multitude of smart bikes that are now available all over Oxford don’t seem to want to park them, er, responsibly.
As this picture shows.