Brilliant Tom Engelhardt, in breathtaking sweeping fashion, lays out the terrain and connects the dots, but doesn’t make the leap. Talks about militant humanity’s relationship with the planet, but doesn’t place the planet herself in her cosmic context.
Recognizing that the rise and fall of empires has been leading to this singular moment when the last imperium starts down the final steep slippery slope of decline, and pointing out that what speeds the decline is the destruction of the very ecosystem that supports the building and maintaining and expansion of empire, Engelhardt doesn’t acknowledge that our still beautiful, but beleagured planet lives and breathes in and through an infinite universe, one which is utterly, stunningly and multidimensionally magic and alive.
And, okay, this is just me talking, but I do seem to sense infinities of beings in this dizzying array of dimensions that envelop and flow through Earth, and I do seem to sense that they are rooting for us, even now zapping our hearts and minds with the lightning strikes that we call intuition, telepathy, dreams, visions — whatever! Some kind of two-way communication — connection, communion! — is being attempted, linking us and these other beings that we still call “alien.”
Those of us who can still ourselves enough to listen? We hear a great roaring inside us. Yes yes we do. We hear, oh yes we do hear our cosmic family calling — WAKE UP! COME ALIVE! JOIN THE DERVISH DANCE!
YES, YES! LET US FALL, HEADLONG AND HEARTS RIPPED OPEN, INTO THIS ENDLESS LOVE.
May 7, 2013
by Tom Engelhardt
TomDispatch, via readersupportednews