It’s Spring Break time at Indiana University. Puppy Shadow and I walked the beautiful deserted campus this morning. Which put me in mind of a post I read a few days ago.
So I wonder: what accounts for this behavior? Are students ignorant of the way the matrix money morass works? Are they really that dumb?
Or is this extinction behavior. In other words, “fiddle while Rome burns.” Might as well, since we’re not going to be around much longer. Have fun while I can, because time will run out before I have to pay the piper.
You might call this post a follow-up to another recent one:
How many other behaviors can be identified as possibly arising from a conscious or unconscious foundation of unrecognized collective despair?
How much of rampant addiction behavior can be traced to this possibly terminally poisoned atmosphere?
Actually, how much of all human behavior, since 1945, is extinction related? Are we condemned to blow ourselves up now that we let the genie out of the bottle?
Just as we will all personally die at some point, even though we don’t like to think about it, so it may be that we will all die more or less together at some point, and again don’t like to think about it.
Carlos Casteneda’s shaman Don Juan told him to live as if death walked by his left shoulder. “Death is our eternal companion, it is always to our left, at an arm’s length.”
I have been living with death as my constant companion ever since I was two and a half years old, when I woke up during the radio announcement of Hiroshima. The adults in the room cheered. It meant my father would come home from the war. I was horrified. From that moment on, I knew that the world would end in my lifetime.
From that moment on, I was chicken little. And utterly isolated. The sky was always falling in, the bomb was always going off inside me — and yet I couldn’t tell a soul. Instead, I would pretend to play. Pretend to be the young innocent child.
So here we are, 72 years later. Still here! Amazing. I used to think that if we are still here it means that God must be preventing us from accidentally or deliberately pulling the hair trigger. Now I reckon it’s more likely ETs. See Hastings: UFOs and Nuclear Weapons.
If the spectre of nuclear war doesn’t get us, then the “unimaginable radiation” escaping from Fukushima might. Or chem trails. Or climate change. Or, whatever! It’s all up for grabs. Our 1950s la-la land life is over. Done. Kaput!
If extinction is our common future, then it’s about time we learn how to go through the process consciously. I.e., we need to establish protocols for extinction.
And here’s the amazing thing: once we do come to terms with extinction (or even with our own personal death), all other priorities in life immediately reconfigure. We realize that what’s of value is not the matrix rules, roles, regulations, image, identity, ego but instead:
LIFE, ALIVENESS, CREATIVITY,
ALLOWING THE LOVE OF THE UNIVERSE TO FLOW THROUGH
WITHOUT RESTRICTION OR MEASURE.
WITH NO EXPECTATIONS.
SIMPLY, LOVE AS IF YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT.
BECAUSE IT DOES.
If we do open up the floodgates of the heart to let the universe move through, then the iconic nuclear explosion will instantly flip its meaning to signify the unimaginable immensity of human creativity unleashed. Let it be so.