Jun 302010
 

I want to find the pos­i­tive direc­tion from here, but I’m hav­ing a bit of trou­ble. Any inter­pre­ta­tion is wel­come, but I think some­thing needs to hap­pen here, and I haven’t yet sur­mount­ed the chal­lenge.

Well, last I heard, we are com­ing up on about day 80 of the oil vol­cano still gush­ing out from the seafloor into the Gulf of Mex­i­co from what appear to be mul­ti­ple frac­tures in the seabed itself — seabed which has been gen­tly rest­ing atop a huge bub­ble of methane gas for a VERY long time — and due to it’s hav­ing been dis­turbed by the ingra­tious prod­ding and pok­ing and mon­key­ing about with the strate­gic bal­ance points of an extreme­ly large sys­tem (of which we are a part) and ener­gy lev­els which are way above of the scope of humanity’s cur­rent matu­ri­ty to use wise­ly or engi­neer­ing capac­i­ties to safe­ly turn down, is shap­ing up to become a wor­thy con­tender for an old-school 2012 extinc­tion-lev­el-event. I am not pleased.

Even falling short of an ELE, this could grow to a class of extreme and extra­or­di­nary glob­al dis­rup­tion to business/civilization as usu­al (insert dystopi­an post-apoc­a­lyp­tic sce­nario here). As the poi­son­ing of the bios­phere is has­tened by ocean­ic con­vec­tion cur­rents, food webs will dis­in­te­grate, peo­ple will die of famine and dis­ease, man­u­fac­tur­ing will cease, deliv­er­ies will cease, the cities will fall, the empire will crum­ble. Ouch (Well that last bit is at least jus­tice served.) It’s either the biggest false-flag dog-wag in his­to­ry, or the biggest real­ly holy shit what now, bat­man kind of thing I’ve ever expe­ri­enced.

Why the hell do we leave Homer Simp­son in charge of the Deep­wa­ter Hori­zon, and have they sus­pend­ed drilling else­where in the gulf, or are they still suck­ing away blind­ly? The “relief-wells” are just a sham. BP is obfus­cat­ing and obstruct­ing. The mul­ti-nation­al mon­strosi­ties are head­less beasts, built to resist wis­dom and change, just giant mon­ey machines with no capac­i­ty for wis­dom. They are the great­est dan­ger we have ever cre­at­ed. Are the pow­er­ful fam­i­lies so stu­pid and thick, or are they per­haps real­ly pow­er­less to change their tra­jec­to­ry, freak­ing out in the con­trol room? (I’m sure there are at least a few satan­ic death-met­al neo-nazi-skin­head­ed pinkboys in pin­stripes who are actu­al­ly get­ting a hardon from this… )

My rat­ing for the cur­rent estab­lish­ment of bored gods and glass-bead-gam­ing over­lords is a big, fat thumbs-down. We’re done, ya hear!?! Now get out­ta here. Make room for the Evo­lu­tion, which is unstop­pable. Remem­ber, the meek shall inher­it the Earth, and you bet­ter not piss off the meek, or they’ll be com­ing for you.

Yes, I’m sure the plan­et will restab­lish home­osta­sis again and the bios­phere will sort itself out, EVENTUALLY. What kind of time-frame are we dis­cussing here? Left to her own device, Gaia’s recov­ery could take any­where from tens of years to tens of mil­lenia. Where do Human lifes­pans fall into this?

Weren’t they watch­ing all those dis­as­ter movies on SyFy? What hasn’t been com­mu­ni­cat­ed prop­er­ly? Did we real­ly need such a dra­mat­ic situ? What mis­guid­ed ben­e­fit flows to what amaz­ing­ly abstract­ed par­ties from this? Fuck­ing kids are out­ta con­trol. As an Amer­i­can, sure­ly some of this respon­si­bil­i­ty accrues to me. A cog in the machine, turn­ing w/ every full-tank and extra light on in the house (got­ta has my inter­nets!) or maybe it is just a FEMA, shad­ow gov ter­rorstorm black­op, play­ing their HAARP to cull the pop­u­la­tion? What?

I had been hop­ing for some­thing bet­ter than being cov­ered in tar (and I’m won­der­ing where the feath­ers are going to come from). but maybe it’s just that “hop­ing” that “some­body” will han­dle all this and let me get on with my life is what has kept the dif­fer­ence from being made.

Maybe there is still time… This would be a great space-alien-sav­iour pre­cur­sor sce­nario (DOCTOR, WHERE ARE YOU?) At this point we are sure­ly the laugh­ing-stock of the local ET com­mu­ni­ty (if they haven’t genet­i­cal­ly engi­neered the sense of humour out of their race). How embar­rass­ing.

Now, I’m aware that we’ll be able to clean the envi­ron­ment faster with scalar-wave zero-point mor­pho­genet­ic reichi­an-orgone-radion­ic nano-tes­la quan­tum-con­scious­ness maguffins. Once we engi­neer the right mush­rooms to eat the oil, bac­te­ria to neu­tral­ize the dis­per­sants and to gob up the oil into com­pact, dense balls of hard­ened tar that will all float to where the whales and dol­phins and sea-tur­tles can nudge them into our scoop nets and onto the shore where our future hap­py children’s children’s chil­dren will be able to col­lect them as curiosi­ties with­out fear or harm. We can eas­i­ly scoop them out, turn down the ther­mo­stat a tad, then shift the whole par­ty over to a ginor­mous sur­vival ark where we can par­ty down and express grat­i­tude for the grand cat­alyt­ic oppor­tu­ni­ty for human­i­ty to acti­vate its twelfth DNA-strand and enhance our col­lec­tive con­scious evo­lu­tion. (rain­for­est micro-brews of your choice, ya’ll!)

Maybe it’ll just stop on it’s own, and BP will just start clean­ing it up for real, and pay­ing every­one to help, with pro­tec­tive gear and every­thing. The cater­pil­lar empire final­ly dies, and our child­hood ends as the wing­mak­ers’ radi­ant intel­li­gence shines from beyond time’s end through all minds, and upon the shat­ter­ing of the shack­ling ego, the irrefutable is final­ly accept­ed as obvi­ous and uncon­tain­able, and the new enlight­ened god-kings inlay a civ­i­liza­tion that is tru­ly and authen­ti­cal­ly sus­tain­able and idiot-proof (for a while) before their final blessed life­seed tran­si­tion and ascen­sion.

Per­haps this is just the thing we need­ed to bring us to the brink of our poten­tial. But so much suf­fer­ing. Ho’oponopono for Moth­er Gaia, Moth­er! I am so sor­ry, please for­give me. I love you. Thank you. What amends can I make now?

I believe it’s true: until the per­son­al prof­it motive is delet­ed from our sus­tain­ing cul­tur­al val­ues, is deposed from pri­ma­cy among the rul­ing fam­i­lies, and looked upon by them as a vile and menial social flaw, we will need to be ready to do the work and to do the work of heal­ing and for­give­ness and com­pas­sion in its deep­est sense, its truest sense. The prof­it motive is com­pelling, how­ev­er, and some­thing bet­ter will have to be found to fill the space of yearn­ing it cur­rent­ly occu­pies. Some­thing eudai­monis­tic.

The next enlight­ened coun­cil of the elect will sure­ly and of neces­si­ty incor­po­rate Heart-Based-Wis­dom. Yet, can there ever be true checks and bal­ances in an enlight­ened soci­ety, or does the the very notion arise from the dis­tort­ed para­noid per­cep­tion? I don’t see how one ensures trans­paren­cy in 3rd dimen­sion­al cul­ture. Even Saru­man may fall. Fear of the hid­den is instinc­tive.

We need to com­pre­hend the dis­tinc­tions that dif­fer­en­ti­ate sus­tain­ing val­ue-memes from desta­bi­liz­ing val­ue-memes. Spi­ral Dynam­ics, Heart­Math, EFT, NVC, Land­mark, Bucky Fuller’s enthu­si­asm, etc, all resources of peace. Vio­lence will only beget vio­lence, so I intend trans­paren­cy toward all that as much as pos­si­ble. Get invis­i­ble, mobile, root­ed, flow­ing, aware, pos­i­tive.

It’s still just us, only us. You know, the one’s we’ve been wait­ing for.
What­ev­er hap­pens now, somebody’s pick­ing up the tab.

Life Car­ries On.

So, what’s next? Rap­ture, any­one?

  One Response to “I WANT MY PLANET BACK NOW THANK YOU THE WAY IT WAS BEFORE I LET YOU PLAY WITH IT

  1. MSNBC Video: Sen­a­tor Nel­son says oil seep­ing from seabed, imply­ing well­bore may be pierced…

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