I read somewhere recently that there are five empty foreclosed homes for every homeless person in the U.S. If true, that’s an incredible fact and is beginning to inspire wonderful Uranus/Pluto initiatives to move those without homes into homes without people. Google “land banks,” and go from there.
Meanwhile, the meme of “Small is Beautiful” (Economics as if People Mattered) that British Economist E.F. Schumacher pioneered back in 1973, fully 40 years ago, is finally beginning to percolate through the still confused, distracted, numb and dumbed down collective unconsciousness that was raised on “The American Dream” only to find it chimerical starting in 2008 when Pluto entered Capricorn and TSHTF. Not only that, but humanity’s inherent creativity and imagination are coming alive. Witness these four examples:
The above house great for locally sourced materials, and obvious craftsmanship, besides being romantic and beautiful, and scaled for real human beings.
Here’s another one, also locally sourced, even more romantic, and required way less money.
Then there’s the proverbial traveling bus, so beloved of my Ken Kesey, “Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test” generation, this one spectacular. (I do wonder about its gas mileage, however. Best to just park it, like any RV.)
Then there’s the converted backyard shed, something I’d like to do, and get my son and his family to move here and live in my house. However, so far, city laws forbid “granny flats.” I’d have to call it a “studio.” Meanwhile, the shed in my back yard is about to be converted into a chicken coop.
Probably the most crucial “take-away” from this galloping race we are in to see which will happen first, climate collapse or human return to sanity is just how much we have allowed ourselves to be defined by what lies outside us, starting, of course, with organized religion, and it’s absurd notion of a “God” in the sky. Yahwah as the original NSA spook, seeing, measuring, judging your every thought, word and deed. To hell with him!
And once we send “him” to “hell,” we can begin. Find your own center, move from your freaked-out anxious mind into your constant, vulnerable, soft heart. Feel yourself there. Allow the silence. And in the silence sense the faithfully beating soft hearts of all Earthlings and of Earth herself! This is the drum roll call. It’s time. Time to become exactly who we are. Period.
Here’s another wonderful cheerleading post by Julian Rose, if you still need encouragement.