Pathless
Fiercely Interdependent
Hey Nick. ::wave:: Some of the fringes of the 2012-benchmark-date-for-the-New-Age crowd seem to believe that we are all going to become telepathic real soon. While I feel that it is likely that people will experience increasing sensitivity to all sorts of non-verbal communication (art, empathy, instrumental music, and yes, even telepathy), I find the notion of sudden transformation ridiculous. Everything happens gradually. Incrementally we inch up on realizing our potentials and then pushing them a little farther. I think the thousand-year plan sounds more "reasonable" that the 2012 benchmark (but what is reasonable when we are talking about psychic mumbo-jumbo??).
At the same time, change compounds change and can be quite exponential. We only need to look at the rise of mechanical/electrical technology. Two hundred years ago, light bulbs were a distant dream of magic! Only two hundred years ago. And at this point, without light bulbs, our "civilization" would suffer a nervous breakdown of an enormous magnitude. Take away our computers and televisions and we would all be wandering around listlessly like the addicted, dazed, unimaginitive animals we've become.
We've just about pushed the technology pedal to the floor, and need to decelerate. As we do that, we will naturally funnel more of our energy, time, and resources into other arenas. Think what an amazing group of individuals, families, tribes, and governments humanity could be if we were to all focus on self-actualizing activities rather than speculative economics. If instead of going to work to punch a clock, dad stays at home and talks with the kids in the neighborhood (who are no longer sent off to institutional prisons called 'schools') about history and art, then makes them lunch, and after lunch, sends them down to the end of the street where they play basketball with Jeff. At two o'clock, a group of them heads up the street to Lauryn's house where they sew, quilt, or take care of her chickens and cows. A few others walk the two miles to Sanchez's house where they ride horses. Carmen takes in the rest and speaks to them from her heart about her life as a gay woman of color born of a Muslim mother and Jewish father growing up in a post-September 11th world of prejudice and fear. She tells them about her personal struggles and listens to their own troubles as well. At four o'clock, she sends them on their way and prepares her house for a support group she hosts every third Thursday of the month.
Okay, another digression, in a way. I guess these scenes of cooperation, equanimity, openness, and communal responsibility and respect are how I envision the social structures of this "Aquarian Age" playing out.
Can't wait.
At the same time, change compounds change and can be quite exponential. We only need to look at the rise of mechanical/electrical technology. Two hundred years ago, light bulbs were a distant dream of magic! Only two hundred years ago. And at this point, without light bulbs, our "civilization" would suffer a nervous breakdown of an enormous magnitude. Take away our computers and televisions and we would all be wandering around listlessly like the addicted, dazed, unimaginitive animals we've become.
We've just about pushed the technology pedal to the floor, and need to decelerate. As we do that, we will naturally funnel more of our energy, time, and resources into other arenas. Think what an amazing group of individuals, families, tribes, and governments humanity could be if we were to all focus on self-actualizing activities rather than speculative economics. If instead of going to work to punch a clock, dad stays at home and talks with the kids in the neighborhood (who are no longer sent off to institutional prisons called 'schools') about history and art, then makes them lunch, and after lunch, sends them down to the end of the street where they play basketball with Jeff. At two o'clock, a group of them heads up the street to Lauryn's house where they sew, quilt, or take care of her chickens and cows. A few others walk the two miles to Sanchez's house where they ride horses. Carmen takes in the rest and speaks to them from her heart about her life as a gay woman of color born of a Muslim mother and Jewish father growing up in a post-September 11th world of prejudice and fear. She tells them about her personal struggles and listens to their own troubles as well. At four o'clock, she sends them on their way and prepares her house for a support group she hosts every third Thursday of the month.
Okay, another digression, in a way. I guess these scenes of cooperation, equanimity, openness, and communal responsibility and respect are how I envision the social structures of this "Aquarian Age" playing out.
Can't wait.
