There is no separation. There is nothing that is apart from everything else. When we stray off the path, it is because we have forgotten this basic thing. When wrongs happen, when worlds collide when galaxies tilt and spin the other way: it is because we have forgotten this basic thing.
The planet provides. For every sting of the hornet, there is the mud along the river bank to soothe and draw the poison. For every Winter there is a Summer and when the old tree dies there is a seedling growing there out from the loam of its parent’s demise.
The planet is perfect and we a part of its perfection until we forgot that we are a mere cog in the wheel, and sought to own the perfect humming machine that is Nature.
I read a book once that tried to remind of these things. Its called Ishmael by Daniel Quinn. You should read it too if you haven’t. And read it over and over again and always keep it ready, so you don’t forget.
Some say there are other books that have those same truths and reminders, and I’m sure there are, so go read those too. I was taught that one person could indeed change the world. I grew up in wonder about such individuals from Harriet Tubman to Rosa Parks. From Martin Luther to Martin Luther King Jr. From Ghandi to the Grinch. From Malcom to Maya Angelou. Thousands of others. What will our histories be?
Will our generation be the one that puts the final capper on this headlong rush to extinction? Will we be the ones to stand up and say enough is enough? Is there and individual who will begin the rally cry? What will it actually take? Will we, as usual, “not realise” until it is too late?
I told my friend A. that I cannot live without Hope. I don’t mean the “hope” that is concieved as it is in the West. I mean the Hope of the Joy Luck Club. A mother’s Hope for her daughter. A woman’s Hope for the World. It is no such small thing this Hope. It runs my life, indeed keeps me alive, for without it: I am nothing.
It is the Hope that we as Native Earthians will figure this thing out in time. Not for the Planet, as I’ve said in my intro page – she will shrug her mountainous shoulders and move on – with or without us on board. I want us to be there. I’m selfish that way. I want us to realise our potential.
So I start this new year, this year of the Great Beginning according to my interpretation of the Mayan Calendar – I start this new year with my Hope intact and a reminder that All Is One.
We are not separate beings. The air we breathe the rain that falls, the plants and animals that sustain us, the dirt beneath our feet. Don’t ignore the signs. Don’t shut your eyes to the visions. It is a time to open your heart to the messages that have been aimed in your direction since Time began.
Art and Science are one. Music and Mathematics are languages of the soul. We are stardust and for those that might cringe to hear it, it has been scientifically proven, so get over yourself. Get over Everything and see God smiling whenever a star is born. Put away your so-called differences and see the millions of similarities. Feel the harmony than runs through it All like a river, and understand what it is you Have to Do.
Aim yourself like an arrow into the crux of life and never ever forget that
All Is One.
