AH, how interesting. I once spent way too much time reading the 8 books written on the life of St. Francis. There are 8 good ones, the rest made up. But, what was so strange was he spent untold hours in the Garden (I always wondered if that inspired the hymn come to the garden alone) praying for forgiveness for his sins.
What sins? Huh? I don't know. Pretty strange, buthe saw them in himself, and it's true, that the closer one is to the light the brighter the tiny imperfections look.
In the darkness you can hide an elephant.
Anyway, I'm on the end of the world kick, here, since it is apparent it is here. I no longer feel that I have to offer apologies for reality. The government is doing a great job of shutting all mouths in the media. Even the weather channel guys have apparently been directed from making frowns and worried comments and now point to the BRIGHT RED AREA OF NINTIES COVERING THE ENTIRE OF AMERICA ALMOST AS "well, it's going to be another nice summer day--summer is here." A few have eye messages of concern, the rest seem to be programmed robots right out of Rollerball.
I suggest all see Rollerball. A 70's classic well buried for excellent reason. I'm surprised the author didn't die unexpectantly in a "freak accident".
When I was in the libraray in CA gathering my doomsday Nature reports, I came upon this. I was as you can imagine so jolted I had to sit down and pray audibly in the Library. People around me of course assumed I was a little off, I'm sure.
I quote from ANNE HERBERT, WHO USED TO BE ASSISTANT EDITOR OF COEVOLUTION QUARTERLY. SHE IS A WRITER AND SOCIAL-CHANGE ACTIVIST LIVING IN BERKELEY.
Obviously not one of us, and I am certain is a Mother Goddess crowd groupie, if anything. However, notice what she wrote upon retiring from the inside of the Ring, so to speak, this science magazine dealing with these exact issues:
HANDY TIPS ON HOW TO BEHAVE AT THE DEATH OF THE WORLD. (pub. Whole Earth REview as a column feature in Spring of l995)
"Sometimes it comes in a dream, and sometimes in one more newspaper headline. And then you know. With your cells, and past and future you know. It's over. We are killing it all and soon it all will be dead. We are here at the death of the world -- killers, witnesses, and those who will die. How then shall we live?"
Janice and Gypsy, if you ever come by here I wish you would feel free to make comments. Maybe you never will, though. Either come by or make comments. Just want you to know. |
