I am having one of those moments when I am either seeing polar opposites or am seeing in polar opposites.
I am so mindful of the deep, urgent and massive desire that exists for an acceleration in the evolution of consciousness of the masses. The outcomes we are co-creating as a global collective are moving rapidly down a track that will kill us all. Gaia will be fine… always has been and always will be. And perhaps I am at the point where that small voice inside me says: change or die.
The kind of change I”m talking about isn’t at the level of my behaviours or strategies for moving through my world. They are at the level that one might imagine when consciousness is reconsidering itself and its own creations and tiring of the perpetual collapse of one of its designs. Perhaps we are tiring of the game of being who we have always been…. determing that if there is nothing else, the game may well be done.
I am mindful, on this day, of the Great Adventure of the Evolution of Consciousness and how it wanders through the terrain of the spiritual…or, as I like to refer to it, the White Light and Forgiveness Trail, taken by so many and leading only to one more dead-end in the road. It is devoid of the process of acquired information coalescing over time into the creation of that which is greater than the sum of its parts.
And then there is the Use Your Head and Forget the Rest Trail…. taken by so many and leading to a different dead-end, that of losing our sense of play and delight in ourselves and our willingness to go out yet one more day and play again! Along this trail, there is no room for play….nor is there room to know and yet know that in that knowing, there is so much more to be discovered! It is not an answer that brings closure, it is another step that makes the next one accessible.
Perhaps the least travelled yet most potent of all, is the I AM the Godforce That I Seek Trail… the one that makes it clear that no other is going to rescue us, fix us or fix our world. Together, we made this mess. And only together, can we clean it up!
No Big Eye in the Sky is going to look down on us or, better yet, swoop down from on high and lift us out of the misery of our own creation! And yet, we wait. We continue to pray – and allow our generations’ old habits continue to run our lives under the label of ‘reality’. We continue to look to the heavens – and make the same poor-now-becoming-deadly choices that we made last week, last month, last year… last lifetime! We continue to lament the misery of our world, seeking to find someone – anyone! – to pin it on that we might comfort ourselves in our own resolve to do nothing different… or differently.
I am no scientist. I have not spent a lifetime studying climate, carbon emissions and the dangerous (to the planet and all of us!) outcomes of this ancient dance. And I am also no fool.
I can read. The internet has given me access to articles, submissions, reports, etc. that do not require a genius IQ to comprehend.
I can see. I look out my window and I know intimately the changes in my own small corner of the world. I follow the changes happening in places I love; and I recognize that we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto! I will never forget the moment when, after more than 5 trips to Alaska, I found myself weeping at the impossible-not-to-see changes that were rapidly making their way through this stunning beauty.
I trust my instincts. I know – in that deep and intuitive way – that we are already well down a path of the destruction of life as we have known it. I know that death will come in numbers and in waves for which we have no precedent in our ability to comprehend and engage. And I also know that in that, I am not alone.
And through all of this, the greatest paradox is: it is as simple as a choice.
During a recent shared meal with my 22-year-old son, I heard him say: “You know, Mom, when you were 22, you could look ahead 20 years and know that you’re world would be pretty much the same as it was at that time. I can’t say that. I can’t look ahead 5 years and have any sense at all what it will be like. Between wars and conflicts, melting ice, rising sea levels, bigger storms, drought… and all the things that I don’t even know about, yet!… I know my planet is no longer predictable.”
My son is right. And how sad it is for me to have to say that.
I choose to make my voice heard! I hope you’ll choose a way for you to do that, for yourself.
Breathing is good….