True Cost of Fact

All truth passes through three phases, it is first denied,  second questioned and finally accepted. The mistakes we continue to make after hearing the truth have very real costs. Waiting until everyone agrees makes no sense because there will always be detractors in any effort to change. Certainly, we need to curb our addiction to oil before it runs out, replacing our carbon footprint with renewable energy sources. The majority knows that big oil has strangled our economy, extracted capital from every town village and berg across the map. We know the truth about destabilizing climate, we see the effects daily.

Check out The Abundance Foundation. Their off-grid office shows how much renewable energy can be harvested in a tiny footprint. Granted, they are down in North Carolina, but their use of harvested power only begs others to make the same commitment. Solar rules! The fictitious political divide only distract us from more important issues. Half of all teacher quit the profession within five years of starting their careers. We need to find ways to utilize the talents of inspired teachers, so they don’t feel the need to become workaholics. We all deserve to have a safe home environment, free from assault from outside forces. That means everyone. The grandmothers need to rise in status if we are to survive as a people. We have seen what the death of tribal values has meant in our race to the bottom, spiritually, morally, intellectually and ethically. The only part of the native bicameral system that we did not adopt is the fact that only the grandmothers were allowed to vote for the people’s representatives. Imagine a world where the women who had spent their lives caring for children injured in war, fed babies whose  mothers could not feed them on their own and who had witnessed all the mistakes our government routinely makes. You may say I’m a dreamer…

From early childhood I have waited for the magical moment that people would take the truths that I reflect seriously. At age seven, I hoped it would be when I turned eighteen. by the time I had gotten to that age, youth had been thoroughly relegated to second class citizens by the media who demonized the hippy culture. When I have children I thought, and went about building a family and community. Still, the folks I associated with understood many of the same truths, but one by one, we all got picked off by economic conditions and the extreme time commitment that making a living entails.

Having children and raising them well seemed to have brought no respect, nor have the twenty years that have intervened. I am still naively hoping that when I turn fifty, people will start to take my insights seriously. Sustainability reduced costs and allows better quality of life while simultaneously reducing negative impacts to the local economy, environment and culture. It still seems like a no-brainer. When I was a child I said that I might be martyred for my message, but getting into that Christ Consciousness for some becomes their life quest. Being a spokesman for the planet is never going to be easy, as long as we all stay silent. Take some time to speak out about the destabilized climate, the radioactive fallout from Japan, the floating island of debris that bobs about the North Pacific and how many trees we really need to plant when we are burning fossil fuel as fast as we possibly can.

We contemplate our way to the catastrophe that we all hope to avoid. Resting on our laurels while perched atop a flaming tower of crap that we have been fed for decades makes no sense unless one expects to escape through rapture. What I advocate is turning from the dire belief that we cannot change direction, so slamming into the wall at the fastest rate of speed will shorten our pain. Having seen the results of hundreds of boom and bust communities, I can tell you, it’s not worth the pain to others. We can either remain poor and insecure at the hands of corporate giants or we can strike out into the paths less traveled that reinforce community, encourage neighborly interaction and re-green the landscapes that we identify as “home”.

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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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