Dances of Universal Peace at the opening ceremony of the XR October Rebellion
(Climate Crisis – Tell the Truth)
Jilani has been invited to lead a Dance as part of the Extinction Rebellion opening ceremony in Parliament Square, London on the 6th October, from 4pm.
It would be wonderful to have as many Dancers as possible to support this. There are likely to be several hundred people at least at the ceremony, most of whom have never experienced the Dances before. Please come and be part of the circles to help hold the energy! We would be so grateful to have your support.
The theme of the ceremony is Beacons of Truth: how can we fearlessly speak our truth and find the trust, courage and willingness to be powerful in our truth telling.
Let’s come together as a Dance community in London at this crucial time, to demonstrate the power of peace!
In the words of Murshid Sam –
“I’d like to go to a peace demonstration where the demonstrators demonstrate peace.”
It’s been 4 years since we organised a Regional Day to gather to Dance and also provide an opportunity to listen and talk together about your experience of the Dances of Universal Peace. To this end, we are offering a chance to meet, to listen to you and to dance together in 5 separate regions of the UK this Autumn. Ifyou would like to share a Dance or 2, please get in touch with those organising the Regional days below. Further venue details will be sent to you.
October 5th 2019
Wales with Sandra Shamsia Sunfire & friends:
10.30 – 4.30 pm, Derwenlas Hall, near Machynlleth, Wales SY20 8TN
For more details please contact: email@example.com
And if you are sadly unable to join us, but have thoughts or feelings you would like to share, do please contact us either by email, through the DUPUK website, via Facebook or indeed by good old snail mail.
With love and blessings, Shamsia, Sophia, Shamsuddin and Jilani (Guidance Panel DUP UK)
Sometimes it seems to me that spiritual practice calls us to accept whatever is happening to us just as it is (‘This is how it is right now!’). Other times, it can feel that guidance is calling us to act, to bring about the better world we long for (‘God has no other hands but ours!’). It is not always easy to know which course to follow, acceptance or action. Increasingly I have been feeling this tension with regard to climate change, and my increasing awareness of the group of conscientious environmental protectors known as ‘Extinction Rebellion’. I began to wonder whether there might be a place for the Dances of Universal Peace in their April rebellion, in London. What was being called for from me as a Sufi, and as a leader of the Dances?
It gradually dawned on me that travelling to London to join the Extinction Rebellion was a real possibility over the Easter weekend. After watching David Attenborough’s Climate Change programme, Robert was right with me. So we got the train down on Saturday morning, taking guitar, viola and drum with us in case we found any opportunity to share music or dancing.
Arriving at Kings Cross, we took the Tube, not
quite sure where to go first. We found ourselves at Oxford Circus, and thought
we would pop up to see what was happening there. We found ourselves in the
middle of the concerted police action to remove the last lock-ons (people who
had glued or locked themselves together or to the road as part of the protest
action). The junction was still completely closed to traffic, and very crowded
with climate protestors as well as passing shoppers. We were rapidly offered
‘tree costumes’ (a ‘trunk’ to hang around the neck, and a kind of green j-cloth to wear about the
head!). We were told that the plan was to make a funeral march to Marble Arch, once the police had cleared
We offered to sing and play, and someone suggested it would be good support for the last group of protesters, at the opposite side of the Circus. There were four protesters (or climate protectors) in that group, one of them a woman who was heavily pregnant. They were lying down across the junctions and they were joined in pairs – their hands were glued together inside heavy steel tubes. The police worked their way round the other junctions to us, cutting all of the protectors apart and carrying them off, four officers at a time. The protectors would go limp, so they were not resisting arrest, but meaning they needed to be carried, thus using more police time and resources. As each one was carried away, the crowd would cheer and shout ‘We love you! We love you!’ It was all carried out quite calmly and respectfully, and the police were clearly making an effort to be polite and friendly. There was something immensely powerful and moving about seeing the gentle, gracious and peaceful sacrifice being made by the ‘arrestables’ (people who were willing to be arrested). It brought a lump to my throat and tears to my eyes to watch them being carried away.
We got our instruments out and sang and played,
meeting the eyes of the group of conscientious protectors nearest us. We hoped
to ease their nerves and calm the stressful situation, and at times there was
really a beautiful atmosphere, as those near us joined in with our singing or
were at least quietly supportive, listening. We were joined by a violinist and
a drummer. We sang ‘The Earth is our Mother, we must take care of her… her
sacred ground we walk upon with every step we take’, and we sang ‘Peace be with
you, peace be with me and all of our relations’. At one point the police
brought riot shields, and we wondered what would happen, but they were to
shield the protectors from sparks as they used angle grinders to cut the steel
tubes from their arms. Finally the last protector (the pregnant woman) had been
carried away, and the march began.
We marched slowly, mournfully, singing a wordless chant that had apparently emerged in grief when the famous pink boat was removed from Oxford Circus by police the night before. We marched the length of Oxford Street, giving information leaflets to those who were interested. There were protectors with rubbish sacks picking up litter as we went, leaving the street cleaner than we found it. As we arrived at Marble Arch, we paused, and made an entrance, drumming and singing the XR chant: ‘The people gonna rise like the water, gonna turn this system round! In the voice of my great granddaughter, Climate Justice now!’
During the march we were delighted to bump into
Jo Siari Hanstead, with her new drum, and also Caro from Brighton, who we knew
from Unicorn and SAC camps. We marched together, and once we had arrived at
Marble Arch, we found a spot near a large inflatable elephant where we played
together and chanted – calling on Ganesh seemed appropriate! – Om Gum Ganapatiye,
and Ganesha Sharinam.
We were feeling absolutely drained and exhausted
by this time. It can be quite overwhelming, being constantly in such crowds of
people, even though the atmosphere here is so calm and peaceful, and watching
the courage, commitment and deep feeling of the conscientious protectors is a
hugely powerful experience. We gratefully went to stay with friends who had
offered us beds despite the fact that I hadn’t seen them for nearly 20 years!
These are the kinds of miracles of generosity and support that I witnessed over
and over again.
On Sunday morning, we had planned to go to
Marble Arch, having understood that the other sites were being closed down. We
had planned a dance session there on Sunday afternoon, and had passed the
message around. But overnight I felt deeply moved to go to Waterloo Bridge, and
just see what was happening there. Once again, we were blessed to be deeply in
the flow of things.
As we arrived at the bridge, so did the police,
in huge numbers, determined to take it as they had taken back Oxford Circus the
day before. We joined a group of musicians, playing just next to the line of
lock-ons who were protecting the bridge. At first we played lively folk music,
but gradually the mood became more quiet and sober. I was very impressed by
several clearly experienced XR people who were very keen to keep the atmosphere
calm, to avoid any escalation as the police moved in. They asked us all to sit
in the road, to calm things down, and also so that it was harder for the police
to tell who the ‘arrestables’ were. And with slow, gentle drumbeats they led us
in gentle, peaceful chants: ‘Police, we love you, we’re doing this for your
I found this gentle calling out to the police in
this way almost unbearably moving, and it seemed that the police were moved
too. As they removed the locked-on climate protectors one by one and carried
them gently away, it felt like some sacred rite. I remembered how Murshid SAM
used to say he longed to see a peace demonstration which actually demonstrated
peace. I was witnessing it right before my eyes. The peace and love were
clearly palpable. Apparently the police have found it very challenging to deal
with protesters who are so polite and gentle, and so keen to be arrested! (As I write, over 1000 arrests have been
After some time, we were told there was an
induction training happening on the bridge, which gave us guidance on how to
deal with the police, and information about getting arrested and what to
expect. Also, most importantly, we learned about and signed up to the
fundamental XR principles of non-violence. While we were sitting in a circle in
the middle of the road on Waterloo Bridge, amongst the trees and tents, a
police officer came and informed us that any property left on the road was
going to be confiscated by the police. So people began moving the tents and
trees to safety.
It was now the time we had arranged for a group
to come and do a flash-mob dance circle on the bridge. We had had to make a
difficult decision to move it from Marble Arch to Waterloo Bridge. My guidance
to do this felt very strong, but we knew we risked not getting the message
through to people who were expecting to come to Marble Arch. Some people did
get the message, and we were so grateful for their support. Thank you Marie,
Nathalia, Jess, Bill, Joel, Grace, and any of you who I’ve forgotten to
mention! Others didn’t hear about the change, but in fact this also worked out
well as Lindsay was able to meet them at Marble Arch and lead another session
there, so the peace blessing was doubled.
We circled up with the friends who had found us
on the bridge, and began to play and sing and dance. ‘Peace be with you, peace be with me and all
of our relations’ – people began to gather, smiling and listening. ‘The Earth
is our Mother, we must take care of her’ – the atmosphere intensified, a sense
of sacredness as some joined the dance, and others circled round us quietly
listening and soaking up the energy. ‘E Malama’ – more musicians joined us, the
group grew larger, more people singing as they watched. ‘Mother Earth is a
great big ship we are sailing on’ – a man danced with a tree in his arms – and
then the police and people moving trees needed the space, so it was time to
stop. Many people had been filming and photographing us, and later on several
people thanked me for what we had done. Some of them I couldn’t recognise,
although they clearly remembered us, even some time later, in Parliament Square.
Buoyed by our success, we decided to walk to
Parliament Square and try to get some more dances going there. We strolled
along the river in the gorgeous sunshine, and found ourselves on the grass in
front of Big Ben (encased in scaffolding of course). People were gathering, and
very soon it was announced that we were leaving Parliament Square, in a big
funeral procession, heading back towards Marble Arch again, to consolidate
there as part of a controlled withdrawal from the other protest sites. So we
joined the procession, walking alongside the amazing Bristol Samba Band, and
made our way slowly down Whitehall, past Buckingham Palace, and through St
James’s Park and Hyde Park to Marble Arch.
We arrived in time to hear Greta Thunberg speak, a small, determined figure in front of a huge, adoring crowd. Afterwards we headed back towards our accommodation. On the train, we met three delightful teenagers, all of whom had been arrested and cheerfully described their experiences to us. The XR badges we wore were a passport to all sorts of interesting conversations- with tourists on the train, intrigued as to what was happening, and supportive when they understood; with a couple in a shop, who talked animatedly about the possibilities and difficulties of reducing our dependence on fossil fuels; with our friend, who had worked for Shell for many years, and who pointed out to me that Shell had had all the best science and information at their fingertips, but chose to make (in his opinion) the wrong decision with regard to moving away from fossil fuels.
Our final day we chose to spend at Marble Arch, and we planned to lead some dances at 2.30, before a big meeting which had been called for 3 pm. It was really interesting to experience the differing calls of advance organisation, in order to muster a core group of dancers (which was very helpful in seeding a circle of dancers and getting the dance going) versus being able to respond intuitively in the moment to a call or need for a dance or chant. This often felt more powerful, even when it was not actually possible to dance, and seemed to attract more people to the energy that was created. The times we chose to lead something at Marble Arch, at a pre-arranged time, we ended up with small groups, including only those who already knew the dances, while onlookers and passers-by were less drawn to join in and participate.
What dances would you choose to lead for an occasion like this? I found myself drawn to the native and earth traditions, with simple chants that people could pick up without formal teaching. Simple, often English words, surprisingly not necessarily the dances I would usually go to first – the crowd touching sacredness through breath, heart and intention, as well as through sacred phrase. And I noticed the beautiful chants which were arising from the crowds around me in the moment, feeling very congruent and appropriate – who knows, maybe ripe to evolve into dances in the future. I heard of very special kirtan sessions being held on Waterloo Bridge, and I could feel Shiva’s presence as we dared to look Extinction in the eye, Ganesha brought to mind by the inflatable elephant at Marble Arch.
We have been back home for several days now, and I am still integrating and processing the experience of our days with the Extinction Rebellion in London. There’s a sense of grief in me, of missing the intensity of the times at Oxford Circus and Waterloo Bridge. The sense of brave, wise people passionately and courageously standing up to be counted in defence of our beloved Earth. The impression of wise and peaceful people holding the space and powerfully guiding the groups to act in radically peaceful ways, working to de-escalate fear and anger. My deep gratitude at the calm, compassionate professionalism shown by the police in my small experience – and my renewed appreciation of how lucky we are in this country, and how in some ways it has been – so polite, and considerate – a very ‘British’ rebellion! The deep rising joy within me at this vision of a better world, another way to do things. For those of us who have been to Sacred Arts Camp or Unicorn, it was a familiar feeling, transplanted to an unfamiliar setting: open-hearted community, in unusually quiet and car-free streets, or on a bridge in the middle of London, transformed by the clean air and the sound of birdsong.
Whatever your feeling about the Extinction Rebellion and climate change, there can be no doubt that we live in times of great confusion, stress and change for many people. My call to you as Dancers and Dance Leaders is that these are the times we have been training for. Look to your local communities, and consider how you can serve your local people. We have an immense gift to share, which we have received from Murshid SAM and all those others who have guided us to this point. Our world is in great need, and we can help to bring people together in loving community, creating and increasing unity, joy, love and peace. We can create a space for people to share what is in their hearts, we can offer the healing balm of connection through sacred phrase, chant and dance. These qualities are going to be ever more necessary and valuable in our world, today and from here on.
Our group in Oxford
has been running for nearly two years now. We have four leaders; Susannah,
Vicky, Clare and Radha who are all supported by Adrian on the guitar. We meet
once a month on the second Saturday of the month.
When we first met we
were all keen dancers, some of us had been dancing for many years and some of
us had attended the dance leaders training course. We all wanted to have the
dances in Oxford but none of us felt able to lead or start a group alone. Rather
than complain that there was no one in Oxford leading dances we realized that
it was up to us to make this happen. So, this is what we have done!
At most sessions the
four us lead a couple of dances each with Adrian on the guitar. This
supportive, collaborative way of working has made it possible for us all to
step out of our comfort zones, find our voices and confidence and lead dances.
It has been transformational. We each bring something different to the dances
and are drawn to different traditions which adds to the richness of our
collaborative approach. There is also the added bonus of being part of a group
in that if any of us is unable to attend a session the others can still hold
We welcome visiting
dance leaders and musicians to lead or play with us if they wish. Sky has led
dances with us on a number of occasions as have Rissa, Alan, Jane and Jackie.
We have also been lucky to have Felix on his viola, Phil on his guitar, Jackie
on the piano and guitar and Moses on the drums.
At our sessions we
have anything between 8 and 18 dancers, but not usually less than 10. We have a
varied and changing group of dancers with some regulars who will never miss a
dance and often new people who have never danced before. As we have become more
established the dances have rippled out to other groups in Oxford and we are drawing
more people in. The group is evolving in a very natural and organic way. Apart
from meeting to run the sessions the 5 of us meet on two other occasions each
month; once to rehearse and once to de-brief after the session. For us to lead
together, in a coherent way, we have found it is really important to make this
We all feel very proud that DUP is now established in Oxford, it is gathering momentum and it is up to us to let the dances flow. So, on with the dance!
Charming house with elevated views overlooking a (frozen) pond and across the valley to Derbyshire hills. An ecumenical retreat centre. Kind hospitality from our host David. Late evenings of impromptu singing – devotional, personal – bringing in the languages of our French and Israeli guests. Fantastic voices, musicianship, inspiration and heartfulness. Experimenting with planetary walks, breathing and embodying qualities of Sun and Moon (with unexpected visitors from Mars, Venus and Neptune!) A “sack of potatoes” walk initiates the most rapid and embodied transition through Earth, Water, Fire and Air I’ve ever witnessed. More hugs than you could shake a stick at, but none requiring that kind of response, so far as I could tell…
Old connections deepened and friendships rekindled, and new meetings, most particularly with visiting leaders from abroad. A sense of newness and excitement – overspill from Arjun’s “caravan” which travelled through Turkey and elsewhere, sharing dances where perhaps they’d never yet been seen. Fresh, ardent sweetness.
A space where everyone who wished could share a dance. Diversity, tenderness, vulnerability, power, surprise. Conversations about shared and contrasting experiences as dancers and leaders. How is it to lead with children? With people who “stumbled upon” the dances rather than explicitly choosing to attend? With people from faith communities whose traditions have inspired our practices – or with people uncomfortable with those faiths? Noting a wide variety of experiences – some dancers upset by perceived “appropriation” and adaptation of their culture, others happy and moved, perceiving a recognition and embrace. To be careful to share only what we know, to be honest in expressing our limitations and to invite the sharing and insight of dancers in our circles who may more directly transmit a particular heritage. At the same time, acknowledging our own legitimate place within a silsila – a lineage and transmission with its own unique flavour.
Morning practices, before breakfast and coffee – perhaps a more inward space of quiet awakening.
A few notable and last-minute cancellations, each a friend whose presence was acknowledged and missed.
Throughout, though not exclusively, a focus on the original dances and other practices of Samuel Lewis. A wide variety of orientations to SAM, ranging from perhaps mild aversion through to committed practice and study and engagement with his still-living original disciples. Noticing the power and directness of his dances, not necessarily requiring musicality, but absolutely demanding alertness and concentration.
Returning home with renewed commitment to this path and its associated community – feeling connected, held and loved. So welcome in these cold and dark days of winter!