Day 9: the penultimate, in this journey of inner exploration. We are almost complete, ever mindful that we can begin anew anytime we choose. There is never an end – only pauses along the way to live out discoveries and re-awaken the desire for yet another deep dive into the unclaimed possibilities.
How does it go? The purported Chinese curse says, “May you live in interesting times.” And indeed, we do.
I was 12 during the Cuban missile crisis. My parents were away and I was in the care of our neighbour who was highly positioned within the RCMP and assured me that in the event of a nuclear strike, they would take me with them to their scheduled shelter; leaving me wondering if my parents would die.
In 2008, the world came to its knees, reeling from an economic blow (engineered, I might add) that reverberated around the globe. Millions lost their home, their ability to earn, their marriage, their children…. and still, it would seem we learned little and had even less accountability.
The first, a threat to life – and the ability to sustain life – in all its forms. The second, an attack on the economic structures of the globe leaving little doubt of the interconnectivity of it all.
Today, we live at a time when these levels of fragility continue to exist; and we can now add to those, the in-progress collapse of our biosphere – the bubble of our very existence. That, is unprecedented in my lifetime and in recorded history. That, can bring the ultimate end to life as we know it.
We have historical (archeological and geological) evidence that points to catastrophic events in our not-so-distant (11,500 years) past. Other than the reference to the extinction of the dinosaurs some 66 million years ago, rarely do we hear of our planet being part of such events. We are led to believe that change is evolutionary, leaving us time to anticipate and adapt; leaving us (human beings) with the impression that whatever comes, we’ll take care of it before it takes care of us.
Today, I am so mindful that the game has changed.
Once upon a time, the whole point of our existence was to grow up, get an education and get a job. Once accomplished, the next layer kicked in: the layer of our ability to acquire and consume. With one’s value measured by the size of a paycheque, the money earned by virtue of success was now engaged in the game of getting stuff. The more stuff you get, the more evident (to you and others) your success becomes. From there, you expand by getting married and having children…. and in so doing, increase your consumption capacity. Live and repeat.
Now, it would appear, the game has changed. Our world is becoming unrecognizable at so many levels. So evident is this penetrating change becoming, we now struggle to find ways to numb ourselves to its markers; seeking to find ways to cling to plausible deniability of the looming and inevitable outcomes.
To date, this new game seems to be without name. Leaves me wondering: who gets to name the game and design its play game?
Some say that it is the International Banksters… inventing money that we borrow and pay real interest on. With the click of a key in a digital world, we find ourselves increasingly in debt (to pay for our bottomless pit of consumption), becoming enslaved to that debt and living a life of servitude in its shadow.
Others say that it is Mr. Global… a way of recognizing the power of the corporate entity more powerful than any nation state. These entities create agreements and lobby for legislation that allow them to ultimately be the final say in denying anything (including human rights and sovereign governments) that gets in their way of generating wealth for themselves.
And yet others believe that we are under the control of alien races (yes, plural) that see us only as beasts of burden – resources to be applied and consumed – to meet whatever need presents. The field of exopolitics is gaining strength and credibility.
And those represent only three of the many ideas proffered by those who are seeking to figure out what the hell is happening to us!
Something is going on. Although some attribute our experience of evident and continuing shifts in our climate to global warming due to human-induced increasing carbon emissions, others believe that the changes we are experiencing on Earth are no different from significant changes being observed in the larger solar system. The place we call home – Earth – is not the only celestial body being affected. Murmurs of the incoming planetary system of Nibiru – referenced in ancient texts as a regular part of our solar system – are met with mockery and shrugged off as impossible. Its extended orbit ensures that our earthling memories can only be captured through artifact as we have yet to find a planetary resident who lives long enough to have personally witnessed its arrival (on a 3600-year orbit).
The resources of our planet (water, minerals, any and all organic matter including plant foods, etc) are being harvested at a rate that points to a level of frantic and obsessive extraction. Human beings – men, women and children – are trafficked around the world to be used and abused as objects of gratification to satiate the obsessions and greed of others. We are distracted from noticing, since our focus is pulled to witness the unbearable destruction of human life and property that is in chaotic unfolding through conflicts of varying ’styles’ and degrees, around the globe. With relief, we welcome the mesmerizing and mind-numbing effects of TV, drugs, alcohol… myriad forms of consumption…. that make it possible for us to look away and disconnect ourselves from ourselves; that we might disconnect ourselves from all that swirls around us.
Some, are aware of these and many others threads, all of the time. And others, glance away from their distractions and catch a glimpse of it all…. choosing to quickly look back to their preoccupation and hope for another day. Either way, something is going on… with such ferocity and voracity that we now struggle to maintain the illusion that all is well and it’s just another glitch in our precious matrix of normalcy; and we will find our way through.
I’m no longer so sure about that. It would appear the end-game may not yet be identifiable but it is becoming discernible.
I share these thoughts not to incite debate about their content but as a platform from which to consider (one of the many) insightful observations from Einstein: The problems of today cannot be resolved at the same level of thinking that created them. I would go further and suggest that our reality cannot be altered through the same level of consciousness of our Being, as that which has manifested the current one. It is not our strategies that must change – it is who we are, as Strategist, that much change.
The density and intensity of the vortex of change in our ‘reality’ is increasing. It is becoming more and more difficult to ignore, to look away, to pretend, as we are sucked into that vortex; moving so quickly that we do not wonder where we’re going but end up questioning where we’ve been. Blink… and we’ll miss it! It is becoming a greater and deeper challenge to our expectations, peace of mind and hope for the future of our children.
There was a time, now long ago, when I looked at the world through my human eyes and longed to find my godSource Self. Perhaps, I believed, if I learned enough and struggled enough and was fortunate enough, I would reach up and connect with that godSource in a meaningful way. Now, I see through very different eyes. Rather than look up and believe that mine is to struggle to reach and attain, I now choose to see through godSource eyes and know that the I AM that I am, is already the Creator of it all. In my world of illusions, the ones I create will always shape my life. What I choose, manifests. And who I believe myself to be at the moment of my choosing determines my limitations or lack thereof.
Internal referencing is key to navigating such change. Knowing that I can trust – without hesitation and without question – the inner guidance that speaks in the simple body response of yes, no, turn left, stop, go! Without lengthy and detailed blah blah blah, my body knows exactly what I need to do; when I need to do it; and how to engage. I learned long ago: the body never lies. The question becomes: am I willing and able to hear its messages?
My view? I have no idea who’s designing the game. Truth be told, I really don’t care. I am wise enough to know that I will not the one to intercept the play should Mr. Global decide to make another pass. But I do know one thing for sure: no game can unfold without those willing to play.
Ultimately, we – you and I – feed the game and its outcome, based on our willingness to participate. Don’t like the game or its ending? Don’t play. Design another game. I know that I am not powerless in the living of my life, from one day to the next. The choices I make will always determine the quality of my life. Ultimately, collectively, we determine what the game becomes.
There’s a new wind blowing. Wind. Air. The element of the 4th chakra; the element intended to always be in movement, ensuring that our culturally conditioned beliefs, values and attitudes move…. and shift…. and morph to make way for a different truth and a new reality. Such is what is required to ensure our constant growth and evolution.
I am neither hopeless nor hopeful. Every day, I look out my window as I sip my early morning coffee and I am filled with gratitude…. for my life, the people in it and the joy in living it from one moment to the next. I simply am awake, aware and ready to own the truth of my experience, wherever that may lead me. For me, that will determine the path I carve out for myself.