“There was
music in the cafes at night and revolution in the air…” Bob Dylan, Tangled Up In Blue
In
anticipation of the times I believe are coming, and in deepest admiration and
gratitude or each and every one of you that takes the time from their busy
schedules to read me every month or so, I’d like to take this time to share
something as a ‘thank you’ that I believe I’ve only passed along previously to
my good friend Jasun ‘Horus’ley and his intrepid crew over at Auticulture in
the comments section.
I’m
continually amazed and humbled every week when I check and see how far in this
day and age my words – and they’re only words – can reach all around the world. And although I say they are only words, I
still believe words have tremendous force in speaking will to power. Revolutions will be started and universes can
and will turn on the smallest, quietest act.
There are no unimportant ones and everything, everything, matters. I know
this as deep in my bones as I know that “they” in this demonocracy can feel us
coming.
So let’s take
these words and translate them into action…how?
In our own lives and in our roles as human beings, you HAVE to do
something. As my old friend Mike Ruppert
told Abby Martin in one of his last interviews, “Fire your guns!” It might be doing something as simple as
eating products that aren’t GMO. Say no
to anything not organic; say no to vaccines for both yourself and especially
your children. Raise awareness among
friends and family any way you can – put yourself, even in any small way, on
the gears of the machine. And remember
as Jeff Wells used to say, seeing things and saying things can be the way the
world changes. Stop worrying about what
people think of you for doing so. The
ones that think less of you aren’t worth your time or your thoughts or even one
ounce of your energy anyway. Lead with
your humanity. Question more. Become your own assassin. Burn it down.
Working on a
new post even now, and I’ll be back soon with more outlier transmissions from
the darker side of things, looking for the lights. Until then, sail on all you star sailors, to
this from poet Clarissa Pinkola Estes. I
couldn’t have said it better myself.
Namaste, thanks, and One Love my Brothers and Sisters.
We Were Made
For These Times
My friends,
do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many
recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the
state of affairs in our world now. Ours is a time of almost daily astonishment
and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to
civilized, visionary people.
You are right
in your assessments. The lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing
acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the
unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. Yet, I urge you, ask you, gentle you,
to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times.
Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is that we
were made for these times. Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing,
been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of
engagement.
I grew up on
the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding
awakened souls, there have never been more able vessels in the waters than
there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able
to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind.
Look out over
the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with
you. Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I
assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a
greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold
together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.
In any dark
time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or
unmended in the world. Do not focus on that. There is a tendency, too, to fall
into being weakened by dwelling on what is outside your reach, by what cannot
yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the
sails.
We are
needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will
meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them
when they appear. Didn't you say you were a believer? Didn't you say you
pledged to listen to a voice greater? Didn't you ask for grace? Don't you
remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater?
Ours is not
the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend
the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one
soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering
world, will help immensely. It is not given to us to know which acts or by
whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good.
What is
needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to,
adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take everyone on Earth to
bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give
up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.
One of the
most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is
to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times.
The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires,
causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy
times like these - to be fierce and to show mercy toward others; both are acts
of immense bravery and greatest necessity.
Struggling
souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. If
you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can
do.
There will
always be times when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times
in my life, but I do not keep a chair for it. I will not entertain it. It is
not allowed to eat from my plate.
The reason is
this: In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can
be no despair when you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who
sent you here. The good words we say and the good deeds we do are not ours.
They are the words and deeds of the One who brought us here.
In that spirit, I
hope you will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbor and
moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are
built for.