Richard King
Biography
I am a member of the British Stolen Generations. Since the nineteenth century, Britain has been trafficking children — racially categorised as “Good British Stock” — to its occupied colonies. Innocent children were forcibly recruited as tools of colonial policy. It is now acknowledged that many of us were misled to believe our parents had died. I can personally attest to the falsehood of the official claim that all child migrants were orphans. We were taken directly from our parents in 1949. I was ten, my sister was eight, and my brother was six. We became wards of the Victorian State. My brother never recovered.
By 1934, the child migrant scheme had the support of King Edward VIII’s uncle, then the Prince of Wales. He donated £1,000, declaring, “This is not charity, it is an imperial investment.” In 2020, the Prince’s Trust (now the King Charles Trust) accepted responsibility and pledged to make restitution. This has not been done. It may be a distressing task — though I doubt half as distressing as it was for us. Royal patronage, it seems, is not all it’s cracked up to be.
The Silver Lining:
I am a slow learner, but as I, too, was torn from my native land and kinfolk, I have not just a natural empathy for the Aboriginal Stolen Generations but the realisation that physiological connection to Country is the crucial missing link – this fact has been hidden in plain sight.
In 1964, while Beatlemania was at its peak, I was among the crowd outside the Southern Cross Hotel and watched the Beatles’ performance at Melbourne Festival Hall. Several years later, the Beatles made headlines by announcing they had dropped acid in San Francisco. However, I had already done so in Melbourne. In 1967, I travelled to San Francisco to experience the famous counterculture’s Summer of Love. As a libertarian, the ‘do your own thing’ hippie ethos resonated deeply with me.
Several years later, I unexpectedly found myself there again—this time outside during their famous rooftop concert at the London Apple HQ.
In ‘Swinging London’ and back in the United States, I explored the full spectrum of psychedelics. One highlight was a Grateful Dead concert at the Euphoria Ballroom in San Francisco, where Janis Joplin jammed with the Dead. I experienced the whole event on synthetic mescaline – the Euphoria Ballroom was well named!
I went on to practise Hatha and Kundalini Yoga, and meditation techniques. I have had profound Layde Sovereignty experiences, including entry into ‘Grail Castle’ (Non-Duality). Regrettably, I have not yet managed to reside there permanently!
In 2008, I founded Thórr’s Forge Drug Harm Avoidance Charity to operate at Trance Dance Festivals. My Tesla coil electromagnetic technology can help people escape Acid Looping in as little as three minutes, but it cannot reach those who have fallen into Acid Psychosis. I have conducted Thórr's Forge demonstration workshops at EGA. Due to my age and the physically demanding nature of the process, Thórr's Forge has not resumed operations since the COVID-19 pandemic.
