my sermon of love

FRINGE FILM FESTIVAL was born three years ago, after three friends sat down over a glass of wine and reacted creatively to the cut of the LLGFF (london lesbian gay film festival) to one week instead of two... o. yes. we have the most stupid government in the UK with horrible, money grabbing men ruling it... don't get me started... 


so, it begun and it was focused on films, short and features, events and parties and around cool places in the east end of london.

i was invited to participate and contribute to the festival with my pop up bar: the first year (2011), stav B' liquor bar was operating at bob and anne cooke's pie n' mash shop on broadway market and we had music and cocktails downstairs and the short films shown upstairs in the dilapidated victorian living room, which we had customised to be cosy and safe. so much fun and so busy. the second year (2012), i was at lower clapton's colourful juice bar, lumiere, where the bar was upstairs among the sweet smells, the dangling glitter hearts and permanent fountain and serving spicy punch and other delights via books on erotica, female ejaculation workshops, body performances, music and a very lively and active dark room!

this year (2013), i was invited to participate as an artist, where i became a priest for one night only, in a chapel, doing service and reciting a sermon (my own), giving communion and offering confession time!
and as an atheist, denouncing god in my teens, who finished a private school for girls, with its own church and as part of the choir, i was obliged to sing inside it to a nauseating level, as it was always so busy and hot, it was quite a big thing... religion vs faith; principle vs art ethic; desire vs love; pushing the boundaries away from the comfort zone vs remaining stubborn in one's beliefs... of course i said yes!
and it was no light matter... i still write and a lot, but i perform selectively... i wanted to be respectful, but also flexible and not too flippant, losing myself in some jargon, or pointless reaction to an industry i'm not familiar with, full of complexities, mystery and corruption...
so, i delved into it... preparing psychologically to appear in front of strangers in a chapel and spilling my heart; choosing my two songs as hymns and finally writing my sermon after days of reflection and thinking, retaining it close, true and protected. the confession part was easy enough; folk come to me for advice and a point of view in life anyway, which, sometimes, i'm hopeless in giving it to myself...
and i kept it honest, as authentic as possible, coming from the heart... being me... and complete with my clergy shirt and my rosary and a borrowed cassock, which i have always wanted to possess (wardrobe extension) and elements of religion... yes, i did some research on the matter and became a tourist for a whole morning in the rain, visiting clergy suppliers and abbey shops...
and the service was wonderful and funny and warm, complete with prayers and hymns and two speeches from hilary clinton and patti smith and a full house, with boys and girls, who were totally up for it, singing, laughing, cheering, clapping and soaking it all in as well as the communion who were lining up to get in the shape of... love hearts! as it should be! that day the house of god, was the house of love; our love!
and everyone said that i looked the part, it suited me to the ground and i felt as ease and very serious and calm and strangely elated covered in heavy black cloth and decorated in chains and beads... which most likely has got to do with my personal state at present; trying to keep it together, before i go completely mad, or was i in character?
this is my sermon; my sermon of love...

SERMON

by stav B

Friday 12 April 2013

FRINGEFILM FEST*3

Good evening. I’m stav B. Your priest for one night only.

It took me some time to think and more time to decipher on paper, this sermon, which, despite the subversion of it all, is a serious matter, standing in front of strangers and delivering some kind of message with honesty and clarity, asking for your forgiveness and hopefully transcending positive energy to take with you in cognition.

I am not religious, in the sense, that I don’t follow a particular manuscript, which will lead my life in some kind of salvation, but I have faith:

Faith in the undeniable power of nature

Faith in the ability of humans, despite their stupidity and ignorance and fear

Faith in the people who I love and love me

Faith in myself, as I believe that everything starts and finishes from oneself…

Faith is not about having all the answers, it is a feeling, a hunch, that something bigger, connecting us all, exists: LOVE, which in itself is an act of faith…

All fine and dandy in theory and we can enter in some futile discourse for eternity, what use is it, if it’s not recognised, practised and finally embraced? If it’s not felt?

Despite the love within us, we all know, how hard and somewhat impossible it is to find the other, identify them and love them and be loved back…

It is a bewildering business indeed, we all need this so much, but when it actually knocks on our heavy door, forever locked and occupied by work and hobbies, do we open it?

Do we let it in?

Do we enjoy it?

Do we nurture it?

Do we keep it? Close to our hearts with compassion and trust and responsibility?

Do we allow it to bewitch us and sweep us away, in shores, where we can lose and find ourselves?

Despite the fears?

The past traumas?

The busy schedules?

The utter foolishness to ruin something potentially amazing for us and to us, without giving it a real shot?

Or deliberately misunderstand it, sabotage it, challenge it, exclude it, control it, unfairly and eventually destroying it, in the name of:

Career?

Friends?

Idle gossip?

Fear?

Closed heart?

Insecurity?

The superb discipline of conditioning oneself to the state: I’m ok on my own, I have worked very hard to reach that stage and I’m not prepared to relinquish it, yet, ever, at the moment?

Working hard on oneself is fundamental, whether we are alone or relating, nothing should interfere with this crucial process, our loved ones should encourage this wholeheartedly.

A certain lack of decorum to be kind and compassionate to someone who has appeared in our lives for a myriad of reasons, but most importantly to love us?

The answers lie within each and every one of us and if we dare to be brutally honest with ourselves, then we’ll know what to do and how to proceed.

As above, it is a bewildering and tricky business at the same time and juggling life and feelings is truly a wonderful as well as a rocky experience, but smooth sailing never made a skillful sailor, right?

In short and what I’m trying to say here, is that if we are sure about what we want and need and are capable for and very adamant about our choices in life, whatever the reason, the excuse, the previous experience and we are not prepared to shake this meticulous crafted composition, just in case our tower crumbles…

Then, we should stay away from the harmful, potentially messy and heartbreaking business of love and make sure that we keep our hearts very looked after and wrapped carefully… unbreakable… irredeemable, inpenetranable, hearts, which eventually become motionless, airless and dark…

Life continues, but how?

Or, of course, we can do something different and interesting and surprise ourselves, totally remove our finely knitted net and leap into the amazing unknown, the magic, the beauty, the happiness, the love! Why not? Why can we not get what we want for a change? Why can we not get what we deserve? And crack a little smile for a while?

Maybe we get scratched, bruised, upset, confused and so what? It’s all a circle back to itself and love will truly shine if it’s true! It’s all part of the process, courage is contagious and faith; what a task!

There is no eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, but despair and loneliness; soul-destroying… spots and mistakes and miracles and warmth… yearning for the warmth.

'Somewhere there's a treasure that has no value to anyone but you, and a secret that's meaningless to everyone except you, and a frontier that harbours a revelation only you would know how to exploit. Why not go in search of those things? 

Visualise yourself being able to recognise the raw truth about the people you care about. Imagine that you can see how they already embody the beauty their souls' codes have promised as well as how they still fall short of embodying that beauty. 

Picture yourself being able to make them feel appreciated even as you inspire them to risk changes that will activate more of their souls' codes'.

It’s ok to love.

It’s ok to share.

It’s ok to get hurt.

And it’s ok to be alone. But if one does wish to remain alone, one should not implicate others into this experiment; one should remain unbending into their positions… unless, of course, they do love, that is….

LOVE is the answer and we all know that for sure and as I leave you now holding each other’s hands, of the person next to you, whether you know them or not, I wish to state, declare and share with you that I love, I’m in love and that I have decided to let it in, before I perish, as I’m my own worst enemy when it comes to protection. The pain is sweet. The rewards, enormous. And I’m glad about that.

Thank you for listening.

11.4.13 ©stav B

i post this sermon here, upon request, archive and for those who missed the event... 

yes, it is true, i am a performance artist and that has saved my life, as a way to exorcise my demons and reach some kind of cathartic revelation, via my prose and the audience, but that could never be possible without my life's wonderful realities. 

and there is no script and/ or performance there, but truth and love and a hell of a lot of takes. and i am glad about that. 

additional photography by christa holka ©2013

sexy and clever

... and so it has begun...

years and years of roaming, experimenting, remaining aware, passing by, to acknowledging, greeting, chatting and talking, flirting, after appearing in mutual social events (mostly my own), to risking, dining, connecting, joining, exchanging, sharing and eventually...

i have said it before and i'm writing it again here, when one door closes, either by choice or necessity, another one opens and when one is willing and brave enough to get rid of the dead wood and let go of the unwanted/ outworn and the downright boring, then... one might experience a little or big, but definite substantial thunderbolt of the explosive and sparkling kind, as neither of us, not even me, know what is around the corner, awaiting, to surprise us...

and suddenly, all the carefully crafted walls of defense and protection, begin to crumble, like sand mixed with water and although, initially painful, the process is eased and the adrenaline kicks in, like thick honey, dripping and coating the freshly toasted and buttered slice...

bliss? at last? frogs and princes? destiny justified? let up? a break given by life? happiness? ecstasy? pure desire? physical and mental challenge? again, at last?

well, it is a yes!
i write with excitement and gentleness at the same time and my perverse appetite is satisfied, despite my early risings and time keeping polishing... what? me?

i take a look and observe my own self... the way i feel and relate and act and behave and i never knew i would be so ripe, so naturally eased and inclined in some fine and good quality camaraderie of sorts; senses titillated and satisfied, personae exposed and a give and take, in action, token and primal offerings...

suddenly, my own monster/ vampire, who needed no one, would not allow anyone in, with some distant, evasive and enigmatic existence, is letting  the senses and the veins to take over, pumping, zinging, pinching, biting, licking and kissing, causing some sweet pain and divine pleasure, which lingers in my mind and resonates in my body, even now, that i'm compiling this, for a further understanding, recording and further experiencing...!

hot!

i'm stronger and alert, awake and in a state of urgency and tying up the loose ends for the extension of pleasure, the ultimate freedom and the expression of kindness, intensity and love...

there is no need for declarations, dissections and projections, expectations and demands... we are old enough, wise enough, experienced enough, individualistic enough to know better and do better and we do indeed: know and act... there is honesty and respect, there is understanding and support, there is affection and warmth, there is attraction and depth, there is sensuality and desire, there is style and uniqueness, there is some worry and some protection, there are some tears of joy and some tears of elation... in body and soul... 

and for the first time, or in a long time, there is no idealisation, but reality and reality can be beautiful, sexy and clever and substantial...

to be lived and relished and evolved and nurtured... we continue...

i can only count my blessings for recognising something that could potentially, if not already, be very good, very real, very amazing for me (my growth and my warmth)

and i feel that i'm completing my circle, which has been forming for some time now, but that is another post altogether...

thank you.

mantra

Now a Mantra for your everyday use: 


Circumstances don't MATTER. Only my State Of Being MATTERS. 
What State Of Being do I prefer to be. (Bashar). Enjoy x
Hi Stav lol I've never been called an Angel before. I'll now include you in my motivational text outs. 
Think about this: You are joy, looking for a way to express. It's not just that your purpose is joy, it is that you are joy. 
You are love and joy and freedom and clarity expressing. 
Energy—frolicking and eager—that's who you are. And so, if you're always reaching for alignment with that, you're always on your path, and your path will take you into all kinds of places. 
We will not deny that you will not discover miracles and create benefits and be involved in creation, and that you will not uplift humanity—we will not say that you will not find satisfaction in so many things that you create, but we can't get away from the acknowledgment that you are Pure Positive Energy that translates into the human emotion of joy. 
Love Gary x

angels

i met gary and sharon at a bar i was managing nearly three years ago. i noticed them, as i notice all my customers, especially the interesting, stylish, eccentric ones, the ones who stand out in the crowd with their individual air and grace, privacy and integrity and behaviour and drinking habits. it was always a bottle of red wine and cappuccino for sharon...
we talked, we connected...


gary and sharon are the third couple from a different generation, but still alternative and modern; old souls, which have noticed me, recognised me, embraced me and encouraged me... i give thanks and in chronological order to barbara and douglas; kate and robert and sharon and gary; my fellow angels!


or shall i say we recognised each other?


all sharing similar traits: love and second chances (except g & s, who have loved and been with one another forever); style; art; business; work; imagination; passion; fun; generosity of spirit and spirituality; intuition; care; flexibility; understanding; a laisser faire laisser passe attitude to life and lots of red wine!


the texts below were received on christmas morning and the second day in the new year respectively and i have read them over and over, recognising what i already know and getting it into my head, that is how it is going to be... and realising, that i have guidance, so subtle, yet precious, i cannot believe my fortune...


i simply had to share and i hope this reaches the right minds , or the ones with a willingness to open wide all the layers...


bliss and gratitude... 


'Morning Stav how r u? Merry Christmas. 4 u: When you reach for the thought that feels better, the Universe is now responding differently to you because of that effort. And so, the things that follow you get better and better, too. So it gets easier to reach for the thought that feels better, because you are on ever-increasing, improving platforms that feel better. Say to yourself, 'Day by day, in everyway, I grow better and better'. Be passionate about your passion. Enjoy. Have fun. Love. Gary & Sharon x'


'Hi Stav this is 4 u 2 ponder on the second day of 2012. Take it with u into 2012: Expectation indicates the juncture between where you are and where you want to be. Where you want to be is your desire, and where you are is your Set-point or habit of thought. And, somewhere in there, is what we would call expectation. Expectation, whether it is wanted or unwanted, is a powerful point of attraction. Your expectation is always what you believe. But the word expectation does imply more what you are wanting than what you are not wanting. It is a more positive word than it is a negative word. But of course, you could expect negatively—and whatever you expect, you will get! HAPPY NEW YEAR. With Gratitude & Grace. Love Gary & Sharon x'


'Think about this: You are joy, looking for a way to express. It's not just that your purpose is joy, it is that you are joy. You are love and joy and freedom and clarity expressing. Energy—frolicking and eager—that's who you are. And so, if you're always reaching for alignment with that, you're always on your path, and your path will take you into all kinds of places. We will not deny that you will not discover miracles and create benefits and be involved in creation, and that you will not uplift humanity—we will not say that you will not find satisfaction in so many things that you create, but we can't get away from the acknowledgment that you are Pure Positive Energy that translates into the human emotion of joy. Love Gary x'


'Now a Mantra for your everyday use: Circumstances don't MATTER. Only my State Of Being MATTERS. What State Of Being do I prefer to be. (Bashar).'