Well, I must say that I continue to be surprised by the astonishing audaciousness of formerly nonexistent or in-the-woodwork players who all-of-a-sudden hit the world stage either through the MSM or the alt-media, by amping up violence or the exposure of violence.
Violence amp-up: check out today’s headline from the so-called ISIS (that attempts to rob/invert the significance of the great goddess):
Jihadist group challenges al-Qaida as it changes name to Islamic State and pledges to free Palestine in video
Exposure of Violence amp-up: Check out latest headling from Kevin Annett’s ITTCS Tribunal indicting heads of state and religion:
Really? Is this latest pope about to resign?
And then there are the various ways we try to make a larger sense of what’s happening. For example, ISIS:
And of Kevin Annett, devil or saint?
Ommigoddess. What to believe? What to believe? I’ve long suggested that “belief” itself may be what needs to be addressed here.
I wrote that piece back in 2012. In 2013, I came up with the phrase, “conceptual helmet,” to indicate how our belief systems stop us from continuing to grow.
Okay, up to this point in this post, everything that I’ve been talking about I don’t have any knowledge of personally. It’s just my mind talking, being fed by ideas coming in from the ethers via various devices. And then my meta-mind talking epistemology, to try to make sense of how to view ideas. Enough! Enough! Enough to, as we used to say, back in the ’60s, “blow one’s mind.” Yes. Let’s do blow our minds.
Let’s remain astonished. Every single day.
And yet, and yet.
When I climb back in my body, I notice that, all this while I’ve been writing about factoids, perspectives and even airier abstractions I’ve been sitting here, in my own little corner of the world, root sunk deep into Earth, crown open to the sky, radiating and gathering, radiating and gathering . . . allowing, allowing . . .
This morning Rebecca and our eager new IU intern Jeffrey took the old beat-up truck to take our left-over seedlings to Mother Hubbard’s Cubbard, and then go purchase the tools we need to complete our long-awaited water catchment system for both her house and mine. If you recall, she and I got two water tanks for $75 each about a month ago.
And, this morning, Katarina, the first of the four new, young, fresh, folks who will join us in our two-home plus GANG garden adventure in community brings over the first load of her stuff. Katarina is an herbalist who has already planted two herb beds. Good!
By the end of August, all six of us will be in place. Two crones, hopefully wise and experienced, used to working for a long time to manifest a large vision no matter what the obstacles, teamed up with eager, idealistic young ones who bring different skills and talents to our common table, and who, given that they are the new generation, and we are the old fogies, will both add fresh energy and stimulate us to “up our game” in terms of resilience and generativity.
Which reminds me. Just saw an article that claims that there are more 23-year-olds than any other age living on the planet, and that they will save the world.
Let it be!
Given the radical chaotic karma that the Uranus/Pluto configuration (2012-2015) continues to whip up, it may behoove young ones to weigh very carefully whether or not they really want to use (waste?) their precious time on “getting a college education” and becoming a life-long indentured servant to the Matrix. Not that the matrix is going to continue, on the other hand. That’s already dissolving.
How much time do we have to turn things around? Can we turn things around? Or must we act as if we can all the while knowing that perhaps this latest experiment in human community on Mother Earth in this tiny solar system near the tip of one of the four arms of the Milky Way Galaxy hurtling, hurtling into infinity — is doomed to fail. And if so, what we must also do, in the meantime, is prepare for just such an eventuality, and I mean internally, making peace with all that is, absorbing both shadow and light, caring for all creatures equally, and above all, absorbing and radiating love, everywhere and all day long, love. Love. Love.
What will spiral out from that single decision, made moment by moment, to love rather than to fear, is incalculable.