This morning, I just had to retreat into the forest. My mental health demanded that I do. So I did, walked Griffy Lake trails for an hour. Mission accomplished.
I had been out to visit paralyzed, nerve-damaged son Colin Cudmore, who, thankfully, can now venture in his wheelchair outdoors from Majestic Care. He looks wonderful, face and arms tanned.
Colin continues to be amazed that, except for one woman who smokes, he is the only one who leaves the building for the natural world just outside, despite that most of the other residents in this nursing home are also in wheelchairs! So they could. Likely they never did; which may be why they got so old and decrepit way too early in life.
Also, how many of them, hell, how many of any of us, recognize our own bodies as extensions, even antennas, for the beautiful, mysterious, conscious, nourishing earth mother?
Instead, we retreat into our left brains, and even further, into screens, even as children!
And, if there is a “problem,” well, Big Gov will handle it!
Or technology will solve it!
I heard about a woman recently, who got on a dating site “Farmers Only,” when she wanted to find a mate. She grew up on a farm, and wanted to find a farmer. She succeeded. Lives with cows and family just outside of town. Good for her!
Let us live as an example of the necessity of returning to actual living biological reality.
Let us let go of the transhumanist nightmare.
Let go and get good.
See greenacresvillage.org, our little lotus blossom planted about a dozen years ago in the middle of the craziness crashing down.
