Hello, it’s me….

Mont-LouisHello, it’s me
I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet
To go over everything..

It’s just about spring 2016, can I get away with this as a blog opening?

It’s from Adele. She is a popular singer songwriter from the British Isles, where Avalon once held with Druids and dragons, fairy realms and enchantments. They still keep the ravens at the Tower of London there and their bards, minstrels and jesters are the best in the world. I am borrowing some lyrics she wrote that touches the anguish I think we all are feeling here on the planet. It is not an easy time, but it seldom is.

…They say that time’s supposed to heal ya
But I ain’t done much healing

It doesn’t feel like we have healed much. You, whom or what ever you are out in the cosmos, feel very far away.
We still have war.
It’s even worse now that we have invented horrific machines that we can fly ‘remote control’ from anywhere in the world and kill hundreds of people, somewhere else. We don’t have to look at them as they die. We have bacteria and viruses and chemical warfare stuff that people in laboratories invent, all ready to unleash on our chosen enemies.
We have not found a single path to peace in all this time, not one.
There are more people living in destitution than ever before on the planet, more homeless people right now, more sick, starving, poor, enslaved, embittered and hopeless people than ever in earth’s collective histories.

Hello, can you hear me?
I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be
When we were younger and free
I’ve forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet

California dreaming… we made a fantasy world, a Disney land for adults where everyone lived in white mansions on warm coastlines sipping expensive wine, taking about football or movies.
We were selling the American Dream as a package deal, golden arch by golden arch around the world.
Sky scrapers and ice rinks in the deserts, winter strawberries and tropical flowers, demanding more and more power and water.
We have rerouted rivers and dammed lakes, changing the face of the earth to suit our greed.
Skylines of the world light up in a new year’s cheer of coal fire and nuclear reactions. Deeper and deeper the fracking wells pocket landscapes as tsunamis unleashed by the quaking dragon hurl catastrophes dark against the distant shores.
We are all one in the outrage, this dream is killing us.

They wear gas masks to work in Asia from the slow burn of pumping Starbucks palm oil halfway across the atmosphere. We cannot breathe. We are sick with cancers and strange neurological disorders, and our children are killing each other in cold blood in our war torn jail-schools.
It is not working, this dream, we know it, but we have sold it to the world, in technicolour production.

There’s such a difference between us
And a million miles

I look at the images from the Hubble telescope and they are beautiful.
The colours and hues, the shapes and the flow of everything in this universe is so beautiful. There must be an intelligence, an artist, a force, there must be something original out there; something that hears me.

I don’t believe in a God.
It took a while to extricate the iconic image of the old bearded white man on the golden throne granting good wishes to the worthy and smiting the bad guys. That magical icon has been so imprinted on the human psyche that most of the earth’s populations since it’s enactment have embraced some form of it’s enchantment and many live in fear of it still.

I am not sure of what I am expecting, out there, but it feels more communal, more egalitarian than that. It feels more like the many, finding their place in a pattern, or a co-creating of an intricate design.
I am reminded of good musicians coming together to write music, knowing that the song is already right there just waiting to be released. Each musician finds their own piece to play that creates the whole.
That’s how I imagine it feels out there; that’s what those pictures look to me, a glorious dance to the music of the stars, choreographed by us all.
That’s why I like to look at the stars, to have my nights in places where one can still see the stars; it reminds me of that feeling.

It does not always feel like that on earth.

Sometimes I fear we are trapped in so many bad spells, memories of betrayal and war, old remnants of evil, witch hunts and genocides, patterns of corruption and bigotry, that they are entrenched in our human psyche forever.
I fear we keep getting pulled back under every time we try to rise above the limitations of ignorance and arrogance, tyranny taking it’s stranglehold over faith.
Sometimes it feels like we are a million light years away from you.

Hello from the other side
I must have called a thousand times
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done

We know we are responsible for what has happened here. We know earth emanates frequency fields that must broadcast through this universe.
The good and beautiful contributions, like music and poetry, dance and love making, hope and happiness must waft somehow from us as well.

We humans have also created unimaginable hell here on earth. We have cast our friends and families into that hell and we watch them burn, over and over and over again.

We are responsible for the worst of us, enacted upon the victims of circumstance by all of our ancestors and neighbours. All of our lands are soaked in the blood of the innocents and guilty alike.

We are responsible for the worst of us and the best of us equally.
I know this… and I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you.

But when I call you never seem to be home

It is so hard to hear you, or to trust what we hear. Everything here, in the society I live in, is bought and sold, even integrity if it is packaged correctly. Everything has a price tag and everyone has their price and that’s the way the world is run here. It is not easy to find people operating outside of that paradigm.

We all still need to ‘earn a living’ and the system that was set up on that secret island named after a fictitious madman, is still the currency we have to bargain with. Entire countries are indebted so badly that it will take generations to pay back the money.
It is an insane system we have been creating here.
Only some people get to take what they want while the rest must beg the scraps from them.
I don’t trust it when someone is trying to sell me their truth. I don’t trust any religion or those that call themselves saints. I don’t trust everything I read or witness either. I also don’t trust heroes.

A teacher once told me that we all were standing in front of a fictitious castle, hoping some king would take pity upon us and help us out. ‘Go home’, he said.”Go home to your villages and help each other. There is no one home in the castles. They are an old illusion. No one’s home. Haven’t been for years.’

I think he is right, no one is going to rescue us. We are caught in an old worn out pattern and we need to disentangle. But we so want to be rescued. If only we could set it right, make amends, do whatever it took to set back time, undo the pain, be redeemed before it is too late.

Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I’ve tried
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it don’t matter. It clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore

I feel like that sometimes too. When I look upon the face of the Syrian boy washed up on the beach, the kidnapped girl from Nairobi, or the elder from Northern BC who is looking for her missing granddaughters, I feel so sorry for all the breaking hearts around this world.
If anyone were out there, and they had any idea of the pain we were going through here, why the fuck would they not come to help us?
Would they not take the oppressors off this planet once and for all?

..and I hear ‘It’s not that easy, it’s the patterns that need healing, not the people.’

Hello, how are you?
It’s so typical of me to talk about myself. I’m sorry
I hope that you’re well
Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?

True, I don’t know what is going on in the universe, and I know I only have a small perspective. Is it so.. ‘light speed’ out there that we are just a flicker in all our eternity, or is it a test of some kind? Is it a school we have to graduate from, learning to be civil to each other? Did we volunteer for this or just get pulled into it because of unfinished business?

Is our suffering just a momentary illusion to our ‘higher selves’ not important enough to take notice of? I have heard these beliefs in various formations of religion, as if that explains it all. It’s meant to be.

Meant by whom. You? I sure hope not.

Terror is real to those experiencing it. The horrors are real here in the physical existence of earth, and they hurt. We all suffer from every enactment of violence and evil that takes place here, not just the ones who are suffering the indignity directly. We live in a ripple effect no matter how hard we try to ignore it.

But enough about us.

What has been going on out there in the vastness of space time? What have y’all been up to? What are other civilizations like? I hope you’re having fun.

…and why can’t anything or any being in that glorious universe come and help us?
Are you OK out there?
Is it just so peaceful there that you’d rather not get involved in our drama?
Is that it?
Would we be disturbing your peace? Are we that bad?

And it’s no secret that the both of us
Are running out of time

I know we are running out of time here. Science is fighting commerce and science is flat broke. I don’t know a lot about how it all works in this vast universe, but I would think the ripple effect of what we are doing on earth right now is having an impact on all of you out there.
I am so sorry for what we’ve done, and are continuing to do.

We do have something good to offer this universe, given the chance to evolve our love and creativity, but right now, we need help.

So hello from the other side
I must have called a thousand times
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I’ve tried
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it don’t matter. It clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore.

Lyrics by Adele Adkins and Greg Kurstin