What plan?

We are about to learn something more about mourning than we ever thought we'd experienced beyond that all-encompassing kind of mourning already survived and to come again somewhere within each of our individual stories: a mourning so intense you learned there was no recovery. No, the kind of mourning I am speaking of defies language ... too huge to grasp and too heavy to articulate even in the contemplation of description. You are reading here, then you might try it on, but I caution you, all the Forces whisper you cannot preview the experience and will not want to, either. That's fine. That is a start.

I'm not trying to amuse you, but one of the conclusions I've drawn from the study of anthro-junkieology is that is takes 2 months to become an internet addict all courtesy, of course, to the GOM. I succumbed. Unlike many however, I am quite solid with my role and have some immunity as one needs to keep their cool when the Apocalypse brings on its truths. If you know how to handle your mind, you will know your role ... if you want to be there in the here and now, that is.

This past few remarkably beautiful, late spring - early summer days have been memorable for their perfection of color and composition. I once read in Terrence McKenna's bio something he wanted everyone to understand, after he knew his prognosis, he would look at a tiny bug crawling and break into tears at the perfection of it all.

There will be no grand coming together. Of course there should be, but lies separate humans and we are separated as I've often posted before. We have seen how the story is going to go, there will be lies contradicting lies because no one is allowed to say anything now - except agency copywriters who are flooded with press releases by the second, towering stacks of .pdf's., all of which appear to have no order as if the copywriter was some self-professed "expert" at mind reading on a grand scale ... There will be those who lie and there will be those that cannot speak anything but truth. You can see the difference in the gluttonous desires and homogenization of the character. We, likely of another parallel, to the best of my knowledge, have nothing in common with these models of the new celebrity.

If a man never directly answers my question and lies every time he opens his mouth, I would stay pretty far away. Whatever level we are concerned with in human communication goes for all levels. (Actually, there are no levels if you are dealing with the truth all the time, rather than when truth is just a faux pas.)

How much longer can they keep up appearances when everybody knows its an appearance? It is now surreal to think on our mission in foreign lands which has never been made clear as it should have been all along. On one level, it is of course clear, but on the level it counts, it is kept from us. This game has worn out its ability to serve any purpose other than irreverent marketing entertainment, and it makes us look terrible and evil to our partners who are fading, weary of the game, fully aware of the direction undertaken, wanting nothing to do with us anymore, feeling the requirement of self-protection as healthier. This is only natural and appropriate since the human species is more concerned with humanity than with the pursuit of wealth and technology. It would seem, considering the petro-techno-instawealth detour that got us into this mess, instead of driving straight into a flat dead end, our species would have been better served to examine itself and how itself can expand its consciousness and become one spiritual body encouraging the magnificence and creativity of the human heart/soul/mind progressing towards friendly relations with inhabitants of other planets. What are we doing? We could be soaring in the heavens by now, flying fearlessly under our own power, visiting parallel universes, sharing solutions, communing with the Gods in person in the Human Realm and learning important lessons from those in the Animal Realm. We could have learned knowledge of true value instead of learning garbage. Garbage is at least one suitable term to describe what humanity did not need and is cast out regularly in an effort to purify and sanitize our surrounding oblivious to the miles of towering landfulls with giant dozers gliding up and down the mountains pressing plastic casing and broken plastic parts mixed with used paper towels and the rotted discards of spoiled people who stopped caring about anything because they consumed too much, pressing all of it flat into the previous day's compressed layer of the same until they are forced to cover it up with sod and glide on to the next available acre. When you empty a few 30 gallon bags of garbage in your living room you wind up close to the same place you are today. I ask you, was that necessary? Why did you do that? Now we have to clean it all up and know well in advance of such a project we will be all alone in our living room since many want the garbage to remain exactly where it is and will in fact replace it if you happened to make a dent in the mountain. We will find it a defeating exercise, illegal at its core according the the laws in support of corporate personhood. You will have to live with it for now, repulsive and disgusting as it is, unhealthy, unsanitary, capable of attracting infestations of creepy things and more.

What is the plan?
As it stands today, biblical mass migration and mass evacuation, as was done by the Okies in the 30's and by the Iraqis, the Native Americans, Haitians and countless others throughout history, including our own ancestors. (Migration is just a nicer way of saying evacuation which is to flee, rather than flee with a solid plan of where it is one is landing and where they will live and what they will do when they get there.) In this way, our patchwork quilt will become mixed up even more which means anyone harboring prejudice needs to dissolve the hatred like yesterday. I do not want to hear any bs about bringing down home values in the neighborhood, that's handled by another department in petro-techno-instawealth concerned with garbage distributions anyway. Rather, I expect us to welcome the oppressed and suffering with open arms and make way for them to contribute and rebuild sustainably within our communities. The smallest kindnesses shown are powerful potential for reversing the tide. We all need one another, we are all in this together. Turn no one away. Soon enough we'll be migrating too, since it is more than obvious Ferdinand and Isabella are on a different page in a cheap spy paperback and will never even consider how it ever got to this point. Even though enough history has been upended by rewrites according to the victor, some of it actually happened as real life evidence of tragic effect is to be seen everywhere, such as occurred with the Dutch maritime traders in 1604 barging into Africa and setting loose the Atlantic Triangular Trade monster from Hades which progressed into more elusive, religious and indecent conquests altruistically known as "exploring" and "discovery," bringing huge monetary reward to those reading the same pulp fiction.

I'm fond of Stephen Crane's short story The Open Boat written during an especially dark literary period termed Modernism and published in 1898. You should read it through and if you do, you will remember it for the remainder of your days. It is brief and appropriate for these times:

..."If I am going to be drowned--if I am going to be drowned--if I am going to be drowned, why, in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and trees?"...

In other words, and you will be doing that all the way through this timeless work and again as it reinforces itself repeatedly in human interactions: have we come so far, suffered so deeply, loved so dearly, endured torture and needless oppression beyond all reason, all for nothing?