Friday, 26 April 2013

Crisp packets

Reading Hancock's 'Fingerprints of the Gods' reminds me of how palpably vast we are.  We as individuals and as a species are beings of inherent authority and true power, eternal beings that have been around forever and beyond.  We a modern 'civilisation' that at best skimps the surface of all that is worthy and right and true, trashing our beautiful planet and its habitats and each other in the process to nothing, to nowhere.  What the fuck is going to become of us?  If the last ice age wiped out the previous "pre-historical" civilisations to leave behind only their extraordinary monuments like the ancient cities of Peru and the great pyramids of Egypt, the next round of calamitous events will find it hard pressed to wipe out all evidence of 20th/21st century 'civilised way of life'.   Nuclear radiation, crisp packets and plastic bottles may hang around for a depressingly and embarrassingly long time.  We've really fucking screwed it.  We've squandered our true authority and power as individual human beings, an authority and power springing from cosmic awareness, love, and a pure life force that does not require needing to fuck people or animals or forests over to survive, to "gain".

The Earth has the final say, always.  That the poles are melting at record rates speaks with a silent totality.  Action is effective, words are rubbish.  The politicians are yelling into thinner and thinner coke bottles to be heard.  Their time is up.  The Earth rules, and has the final word.

I love life, but like many am dismayed for the times we live through.  For many, the pressure of living in this epoch exerts a spiritual pressure, a fundamental need to coerce the original truth within ourselves, that eternal stillness and silence, the one true power of life.  I'm certainly sensing it...what else is there?  The world out there, with its aggressive cars and robotic forward momentum, doesn't provide the answers.

This terrible toil inflicted on the planet by us, our merciless civilisation, is too upsetting to bear thinking about for too long.  And to quote Barry Long, "...we have made an awful mess, but it's nothing that won't be cleaned up."

Paul Hewson shooting star

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