A Day in the Life of Earthlings on Earth Day 2022

April 22, 2022

This early morning, on walk with puppy Shadow, we decided to walk west, through the IU campus, and during that one hour passed by probably 40 people, only two of them masked, and only two more, both young women, seemingly robotic. (Of course I wondered: “vaxxed”?) A few others appeared totally preoccupied, to the point where they didn’t even notice us. But the rest? We experienced them all as either grinning, or even smiling when they looked down at Shadow and up then to me — whose heart, apparently, given how people respond to me, is now wide open, soul shining through eyes — and in response, most of them also saying brightly, or warmly, “Hello!” or “Good morning!”

Then there was the young male who, as he passed by, removed his bluetooth headphones and stopped to ask, “Is your dog young?” “He’s fourteen!” I answer, and he mumbles, “Oh I was wondering if he was young or old.” Nobody has ever asked that before on my walks. This young man seemed a bit autistic, on the spectrum, shall we say; or was he simply still captured in the hypnotic Covid spell that drove humans into isolation and is having trouble breaking through?

Which reminds me: besides being officially excluded from the Midwest Dances for Universal Peace, I have now been officially excluded from a suddenly planned sibling reunion, to be held in August. Yep, once again, only those who have been vaxxed will be allowed in. Since out of seven remaining siblings, I’m the only one not vaxxed (or even tested), you can imagine how I feel about this. It feels like a slap in the face. Or better: a jolt to the heart. Or, for the ego that wants to argue, a punch in the gut.

Likely you too have had or are having similar experiences with your families, or your familiars, the lingering Covid polarity cutting through the heart of even the most closely bonded humans.

But back to my walk . . . . Two encounters stand out from the others today, both of them extremely heartening. The first: seeing that one of IU’s covered golf cart type vehicles was approaching, we quickly moved off the sidewalk. The oldish man slowed down as he passed by, and mouthed, enunciating very slowly and clearly, two words: “THANK YOU.” We enjoyed each other several more times on different parts of campus (again, I would move off the path to accommodate the vehicle), and in both we spoke a few words, with him, in the end, reassuring me: “Don’t worry, I’m a dog person, and would never hurt any dog.” In other words, had I not moved off the path, he would have.

The second encounter provided the climax of the morning’s four mile walk, this spiritual practice wherein I commune with the soul of the Other over and over again, thanks to my two decade-long immersion in the Dances of Universal Peace. This time, Shadow and I were walking past a dorm, and I happened to notice a figure behind a glass front door, busily cleaning the glass. A woman with blond hair, likely middle-aged, smiled broadly. Of course I smiled back, and waved.

Then, just as I passed, she opened the door and called to me, excited: “You’ve been walking by here for years! Right? I remember multiple dogs.” “Yes, I yelled back, I used to have a little white dog. (See Losing Emma). I got Shadow when he was two years old, and he’s now fourteen!”

Is it just MY heart, wide open? Or has coming out of the strange two-year-long Covid saga, especially now that the mask mandates have been lifted, opened humans to each other in a way that goes underneath whatever they’re trying to do to us with these centralized exercises in compliance? In other words, did the covid nightmare backfire on our “controllers”?

Just received an email from brother John. He’s trying to see if the others would agree to each of us just having a negative covid test before our reunion, instead of vax requirement. Poor guy. He’s really trying to make it work so all of us can gather. So I had to let him know that I don’t trust what’s on the Made-in-China swabs, so won’t get tested, either. I really do feel for him. And know he’s not the one pushing this vax requirement.

Makes me wonder if any of them are pushing it. Did they really think that if they made the vax a requirement that I would get the vax? Obviously, they don’t know me, and perhaps never did.

But then I always was “the black sheep!” And, I admit, there’s a part of me that loves the rogue role, wherever I go. And even if I didn’t, remaining separate from group think is a small price to pay for this sovereign soul, at one with all.

After our walk, puppy Shadow and I returned in time to join others in the main garden, planting kale and chard, on this Earth Day.

Meanwhile, my trek-mate and former housemate Dan arrived in his black Toyota truck. Oh good! I thought; maybe he’ll help plant!

Nah! He just borrowed one of our driveways to change his oil. The nerve!

He stepped away from the truck for a moment, and guess who hopped up? And then down again before I could get his picture. Then he paraded to the middle of the street and started rolling.

Our dear Tiger, beloved apex predator who helps keep down the population of mice, rats, moles, voles, even rabbits, and unfortunately, an occasional songbird; AND, he wakes me up at night, to be let in or out, meowing piteously at my window or door until I give up and get up. Last night a total of six times up and down. And each time when I lie down again I tune into “the news” for a few minutes, my core addiction (to “the news”) apparently intact, until I drift off to sleep again.

Today, I fast from sharing the news. It’s Earth Day. I have better things to do, or to be. Grateful to the flowers, to the trees, to the clouds, to the sun and, and especially to Tiger, Shadow, and all the birds a’courting, singing their little hearts out, on this fine spring day in the center of this enormous land mass we’ve been taught to call the U.S.A.

BTW: It’s Little 500 Weekend. So we’re in for a wild time in this college town, after a two year hiatus. Down at the end of the street, two back-to-back houses will join to feature 13 bands on two stages, all day tomorrow, especially after 4 pm (the men’s race is at 2:00 pm.) These students were smart to invite all the neighbors.

Remember Breaking Away? filmed right here in Bloomington, Indiana, 1979.

 

IN ORDER TO BYPASS NUCLEAR WAR WE WILL BIRTH THE NEW WORLD

April 21, 2022

One of our GAPV residents told me this morning of a recent dream in which a blue, yellow, and white backdrop was waving behind a bunch of kids performing on their instruments with their parents by their sides. In the dream she was critical of the mistakes of individual instruments, but did recognize that when considered as a whole, the music was beautiful. Another part of her dream let her know that she was stifling her own creativity with her critical ego. Which reminds me: A dear friend of mine had a dream recently and she says I was in it, joyously twirling a gigantic, blue and white colored umbrella.

The point of both dreams, for me, is that sheer, uninhibited aliveness is what the world needs now, especially now. See this:

NEW Life Amidst the Ruins: Stories for a Living Future

While I may quibble with Vaughan-Lee’s  geo-political views (I tend to assume he has been indoctrinated into what mainstream news wants us to think about Ukraine and “climate change”), these matters are secondary to his main, magnificent Sufi message: that in order to survive, and even thrive, we humans must re-member ourselves, return to our interbeing with the natural world.

Gene DeCode has much the same message in this recent interview.

As we return to nature, to our own natural selves, to the inherently messy, ensouled, organic beingness that lies below the sterile A.I.-orchestrated thrust to bring in the A.I.-ruled New World Order (now rebranded as The Great Reset), we will break through even the most intricately enmeshed, far-reaching attempts to algorithmically capture the whole of the natural world. As each of us begins to unleash the creativity that hides within us all, we burst through the indoctrination that forces us to move and see and hear and speak in lockstep with whatever collectivist propaganda is being pushed out now.

And as we do that, as we open our hearts, the unbounded love of the universe begins to sing through us. Though our individual voices sometimes falter, go off-key, that’s how we learn! By “making mistakes!” Each mistake is a stepping stone that, when processed, integrates the fantastic complexity of our beings even further into the unique intricate harmonious tone that the open heart, trusting in the universe, pulses into manifestation.

Each of us has our own particular gift to offer this world, and it is born, nurtured, expressed as we learn to skillfully channel the intensity of our own joyous aliveness.

Imagine, in this next video, that Bobby McFerrin’s gift, to exuberantly and skillfully orchestrate everyone within his spontaneous reach, is one expression of the aliveness that each of us is invited to erupt inside our own open-hearted selves. This aliveness seeks to be born, over and over again through each of us. “Energy is eternal delight!” — William Blake. And no matter what our own unique gift — whether it be to nurture and shelter the vulnerable — young, or sick, or old; whether it be to express through language, dance, paint, film, sculpture, architecture, landscape design down to tiny little sacred spaces peopled with icons; whether it be to name, describe, map, heavens above, or microworlds below in 3D, 4D, 5D and beyond, while instructing students of the same; whether it be to ignite and/or run a human-made event or institution with clarity and co-creative vision or to commune and learn from a wild ecosystem with humility and openness; whether it be to love everyone we come across, no matter who they are or what their status, even the insane, the homeless, the addicted; whether it be to teach others via our own stories of having lived a conscious life and/or to listen closely, as a welcome mirror in any relationship; all these, and every other singular gift that we offer to the mystery of creation participates harmoniously in the intense aliveness that thrums through the whole.

As we follow our own intuitive guidance, via dreams, journaling, synchronicities; as our own unique gifts begin to peek out, and with our soul’s encouragement find their way — suddenly! or slowly, little by little — into full expression, SO WILL OUR NEW WORLD BE BORN. 

Thus does the dreaded nuclear mushroom cloud

TRANSFORM,

to symbolize the explosion of human creativity.