In a post-9/11 world, where climate change is an undeniable reality if not scientifically provable, when our politicos and financiers are running amok in plain view, and great seers of all ages and walks of life have pointed to our times, what can we expect but the unexpected and how do we cope with it all?
I don’t know about you, but shortly after 9/11, I found myself searching for answers as to what in hell could have brought us to that space and how could we (or I, at least) not have seen it coming? Like many others, I wondered if Nostradamus had foreseen it, not because it mattered so much as to his ability, but as it would at least allow for some sense of pre-text such that the next one might not be so easily missed.
Surely, something of such a magnitude could not have been entirely unknown or unknowable to all but those responsible for the act. And, when finding talk of some quatrain that did seem to make reference to the unimaginable spectacle we all observed did not take away the itch I felt I had to scratch, I found myself drawn into a journey that has ebbed and flowed but continued ever since that fateful day.
Perhaps my own circumstances positioned me, more than most, to be presented with the journey I found myself on, thereafter. But I have found I am not alone and many did precede me in seeing it’s path, and they have provided me with some comfort, but the itch remains and even grows, as 9/11 is but one part of this hydra-headed beast which we are all coming to know more and more of as the years since 2001 wear on and threaten to wear us all down and out.
We must arm ourselves against it, perhaps first and foremost within ourselves, as it threatens to take us into that dance we all must do alone. I don’t want to wax hysterical here or be a fear monger of any sort (Lord knows we have enough of those), but to those just waking up or those who haven’t had the time for the journey I have taken, I’d like to provide the sort of solace I sought in the face of 9/11. You are not alone. We are, it does seem to me, more together in this, than in perhaps anything ever before in our collective history, and we need to reach out to each other, as time is all we have, really, and these times are worth talking about.
Not round and round in circles of debate that simply reflect our inability to conclude the same things, simultaneously, but what we can observe and know about our times and those who perhaps had the ability to see them before us and perhaps those we don’t yet know who may know, even better than we do, what lies in store for us poor bastards stuck living in these interesting times.
I’m not going to pull any punches, I’ve been everywhere and with an open mind and open ears and a hopefully open heart and I have lots to share for my travels. I’m not going to worry about who thinks what or doesn’t think whatever. Everyone is free in thought, as far as I am concerned. But, I will say that I don’t have an agenda, though I fully expect some will imagine that I do. What I have is the soul of a seeker who took that unfortunate date and allowed it to inspire a journey that most of us can’t afford to take as I have.
I do not have children. I do not have a spouse. I do not even have a significant other at present. I lost most of my nuclear family to death and unfortunate dysfunction these past several years and happen to have enough monetary stability at present to focus on what feels most important to me, not just for myself, but for humanity, and this incredible earth we all call home. I just can’t pull myself away from the call to arms we are in today, no matter how indulgent or irresponsible it sometimes seems of and to me, even – the truth is, there is nothing more important.
If we don’t get some things right now, there may not be a tomorrow or one we want to live in, anyway. Surely that’s more important than making or selling widgets and all the other things in between. Well, it is to me, anyway, and with that, as with all else I might postulate here, you are free to disagree. That’s what makes a democracy, if anyone can recall one of those. But, there is no need to be nasty in your disagreement, on this point, I hope we can all agree. I’m not selling a position, or even positing a proferred response, I just wanna talk about it, for our heads, for our minds, for our souls, and, the hope for peace that still lies within me, trying times be damned.
I hope that you will join me and engage with me and what my journey might reveal to you. There is nothing dangerous about what I have to share. It is simply a call to return to humanity lost in the hopes that we might find ourselves again in the midst of all the understandable confusion.
Let us not be petty, let us not be small, let us grasp what there is to be grasped and let ourselves be a part of it all. The side lines aren’t an option anymore for any of us. It’s coming to a town near you, soon enough, if it hasn’t already, and may even have already arrived, but you just don’t know it yet. Don’t get caught with your pants down, that’s been my greatest hope, ever since 9/11.
It’s a collective reality and it’s time I not try anymore to ‘go it alone’. I have to do my bit and this is it – it might not get read much, that’s the chance I take, but I’ll know I did something, something I could do, and was well equipt to do, by sharing my journey with you, all. Whoever you may be. I’ll never know unless you want me to, and that’s alright. Do with it what you will, but please, try not to shoot this messenger. It’s not a message I’m trying to get through, it’s just a dream of life and, sometimes, dreams do come true.
So, we have to think about what it is we are dreaming and how we might want to think about that dream and make room for dreaming, take time for dreaming, contemplate the realization of the dream, whether it be a nightmare or a vision of transformation unlike any ever witnessed before. Anything IS possible. What can we expect in these times of potential for sudden unexpected change? Dare to ask that question, and consider where asking it took me, if you please. And, if you don’t, that’s o.k., too. Up to you!
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