This needs to be re-said, again and again and again.
If we as adults have lost our link to the wild, then imagine how much more our children have lost. The wildness of spirit, of heart, of exploration. This morning I sat writing and the thoughts were about this transitioning of the human race we are all a part of. How our wildness is being bred out of us, trained out of us – especially our children.
The world is an awful place right now, especially when you finally understand that there are people out there who drive society who are trying to kill the human race. If its apparent to you, it is apparent to the children, and they have far less defense against how that idea will operate in their hearts and minds. As an adult, looking at the patterns, I find it hard not to see that this current mess has been a plan in the works covertly since before WW1, but rather overtly since WW2. Its unmistakable. It is the culmination of generations of planning and strategizing.
When it gets this bad, we all slip into, if we are not careful, poor coping methods. And, let me ask, how are we to know we should be in coping mode when we are told there is nothing going on? We are involved in a sneaky, underhanded stealth war that doesn’t even have a name, that gets you from the inside out, instead of the outside in.
Our inner sentinels – our dark and wild sides are clamoring for notice, attention and a voice. They are truth telling at a level that nobody wants to hear and, IMO, these inner voices will get louder in an attempt to be heard. We must listen. We must be willing to take up our wildness and stand in our strength and at every juncture where we are caged, boxed and shuttered, push back. If we don’t we will lose our very souls.
The world will be remade after this. The very basis of reality will change. This wonderful green planet, the loveliness I feel and sense and touch may still be here, but our ability to know it’s wildness, may never come back. I was hoping we’d make this looming transition with all that we are intact. But, will we? Will any part of us that is wild and good survive to make it through? Will any part of our wild unity with this earth that makes humans human come with us as we pass through the eye of the needle? STING was right, we are so very fragile. We are not quite aware of what we are sacrificing in this bid for survival.
In another 100 years will the children even be able to understand those that came before? Those qualities, sensibilities are vanishing as I speak. Humans are vanishing, real wild humans, without any insane modifications, the ones that know unity with nature: the skies above me, the earth below me. Or will this primal awareness vanish as the people are changed from the inside out by those who would remake us in their image and kill our souls? I wonder what it will be like in the future and if the true soul of this world will even be remembered.