Terrence McKenna: “This is what it’s like when a species decides to depart for the stars. . .

October 21, 2024

The mushrooms spoke to me . . .”

 

Twenty five years ago, Terrence McKenna foretold what appears, in the main, at least “in the news,” to be the condition of life on earth today. And he speaks of what this development portends.

In other words, is Elon right about Mars? Must we become a space-faring species? Either that or go extinct?

 

Very unfortunate, how it appears that we haven’t been able to make peace with either each other or with the natural world.

Instead, we fight and fight and fight, one way or another, with vibes or words or bullets or bombs, it’s all the same. The clashing of idiotic egos bent on getting their own way.

In other words, individualism, run amuck.

https://x.com/zacharysisson3/status/1847699859282780268?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

 

I’ve long said that on my tombstone will be inscribed the words, “She opened space.” For that is my goal, my purpose, my drive. And the key to opening space is to continuously invoke the dynamic dance of the opposites.

(Actually, there will be no tombstone, since I want my ashes to fertilize our Green Acres Permaculture Village garden, just the way my portion of my father’s ashes did. Likewise, I scattered my portion of my very social mother’s ashes on the flower gardens surrounding the patio, in the back, where we hold our community gatherings.)

So. . . here . . . Individualism, AND Community. BOTH. We’ve been invoking and grounding this precious paradox, as a living template of what we can do to foster community in the individualistic suburbs, for nearly two decades now.

Here’s an essay I wrote that speaks to this issue:

On Multidimensional Visioning

An example, yesterday, when we who now live here in these three houses gathered, as usual, on Sunday morning at 9 AM, to accomplish a task best done as a group. At this point, tasks are determined by Elisha, a long time community member, and our new garden manager (she bought the third house from me last August).

Our task was to clear, making ready for spring planting, and put chips down on a new path parallel to the street — all in the ignored area outside the main garden fence on E. DeKist St. We took a small tree down in the process, which was shading part of the garden. So more sun next growing season!

Here we are, outside together, working.

Here we are, on the patio, gathering at noon for weekly lunch afterwork party.

And here’s the finished product.

So, despite the odds, I’m wagering that we humans can grow up here on our dear Mother Earth, by learning to balance the opposites, the way she does — light and dark, roots and branches, bud and bloom, winter and summer, on and on. We are not just unique individuals, we are also (enlivened by) community. At every level, but especially, and specifically, for us, here, locally, we are re-membering how, in tiny Green Acres Permaculture Village, inside Green Acres Neighborhood, inside Bloomington, Indiana.

I would wager that millions of tiny lotuses like ours are flourishing in the fetid waters of the collective swamp.

We are NOT the only one.

 

Seems to me that in order to get ready to depart for the stars we need to figure out how to flourish here, on earth, first.

Else we just export our own rot elsewhere!

 

 

 

Alt-Epistemology: ABOVE AND BELOW — not one or the other; BOTH! At once!

October 19, 2024

Courageous cartoonist Ben Garrison, who, bless his heart, has been fighting cancer, packs a wallop with this new “cartoon.”

It appears that hurricanes Helene and Milton have ignited a national and global conversation that we should have been having all along. Yes. There is such a thing as “weather wars.” Yes. Chem trails are real. On and on.

We take off our tight, constraining conceptual helmets and shake out our hair. For when we begin to envision at scale, “the sky’s the limit.”

And there is no limit to the sky!

Yes. There is no end to it. Keep going. Release Fear and invite Love.

The big secret?

Get and remain centered, grounded,

while continuously widening and deepening

heart-centered vision.

But why control the land?

Because of what’s buried within it, eg. lithium near Asheville. Or what they want to replace ruined citizen-owned properties with, e.g., at at least in some cases, like Maui, to build “smart cities,” where fractious humans can be controlled and confined like robots.

Who knows what’s next, in terms of after effects of just these two likely-steered weather events. Well for one thing, the poisoning of water and earth by human-constructed waste products of industrialization which, until now, most of us took for granted, and let’s face it, most of us still do! Whose refrigerator is NOT full of plastic?

Here’s a depressing, very informative substack post, should you be inclined to investigate details.

Corporate Capture and the Toxic Bombs set off by Milton and Helene. 

 

With this post, I observe a screen fast again, until Monday morning.