What Is My Part and How Do I Know?

Civilizations have come and gone. Written language has failed us when it comes to passing on the essential knowledge required to create stable societies and sustainable cultures. Word of mouth and storytelling, the oral traditions and intergenerational cultures that do link the future and past into a singularity are treated by mainstream science as “primitive”. My own distant relatives of the Rom tradition most likely came out of the mountains as Indian mystics and gained tremendous knowledge through their endless travels. It is said that the Rom tell lies to their own children to “weed out” the weak minded. If one is to be groomed to lead the next generation, who better than those who know what is true and what is BS? We cannot say what will be required for us to change our sheets and man the tiller, the winds of change are blowing all about us, in our financial world, food production, energy idiocracy, foment around the globe. It is a wonder how we will guide fledgling democracies when our own freedoms have been so significantly eroded.

The green revolution was co-opted by corporate giants like Monsanto and DOW chemical who poisoned soils, tainted water sources and exacerbated global desertification. I tend to look away from that arena, but it would not surprise me if the greedy bastards are there today, wresting the last dollars from the poor and disenfranchised across the planet. What else is there when your focus is on “creating” wealth? What is needed now is a second, actual green, revolution. The living earth needs to be allowed to thrive if we are to make headway on a course to a better future. Seven generations passes in the blink of an evolutionary eye, our current choices must reflect our consideration and compassion for those yet to come. We can leave them a more stable planet, or one with even more extreme conditions to deal with. It seems to not be a choice at all. Perhaps if we still had our unbroken oral tradition and truly understood the great gifts our own ancestors have bequeathed us.

Mere words cannot express the responsibility that we have to our descendants. We cannot put the genie back in the bottle with the mushrooming corporate power. We cannot stop the nuclear nightmares that are spread across the planet. We cannot make the rivers clean nor the air healthy for the majority of our population. What we need is a completely new tack, one that acknowledges the sanctity of the planet, the true nature of our existence. One that finally acts according to the fact that we are nothing more than an indicator species, just as susceptible to extinction as any other. Perhaps then we will stop keeping minorities in the most polluted areas, using toxic compounds in food production. Subsidizing the very companies, that continue to degrade the environment, our health and our wealth. Until then, let us work toward a better reckoning as to where we are as causal agents in our own destruction, get our collective head out of our ass and admit that we are on the wrong road. Look to the heart to guide you on our path toward sustainability, it rarely leads you wrong.  In my own estimation, each and every time the heart leads us astray, it is because the mind has it’s tentacles on the heart. The singularity talks to us through our hearts. The heart feels what is right and good. If you have to think about it, you probably don’t want it. If you have to reason or justify your way to the change, it is the wrong direction. No Compromise in defense of Mother Earth means only doing what is right, no matter what. Our future truly depends on rapid action, in every field of endeavor simultaneously.


About otherfishwrap

One of the last of the Baby Boomers, I remember where I was when JFK was shot. Good story. Born during the Cuban Missile Crisis, my life has been spent studying, practicing skills and attitudes that reflect justice and the sanctity of Earth, Air, Fire, Water & Spirit. Trained as an educator, my life has been devoted to cultural development and social justice.
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