The Thorn in My Heart

I go back and forth. Sometimes when I read the real news -- not the stuff on CNN(t) or Focks -- but the stuff in the science journals online, I feel a piercing pain in my heart at what we're doing to our planet. What the news doesn't report is that we're smack in the middle of a mass extinction. Not just our own, but that of millions of other species, as well. As human beings, we've made some terribly selfish decisions throughout our time inhabiting this world, and now, when it's far too late to undo most of the damage, word is leaking out to those who look for it.

Besides the "Sixth Great Extinction," as it's being called, there's the fact that we're somehow losing the earth's magnetic field. It's going haywire, and no one really knows why. Without this field, all earth on this planet will die. ALL of it. It's showing signs of collapse as I write this.

Then there's the threat of nuclear annihilation, thanks to our idiot of a president.

Yet sometimes I look at all this and the dream isn't there, as if there's a part of me that knows everything is going to be just fine. Death of the physical body is, and has been for quite some time, nothing that I'm concerned about. I've been out of my body before, and I know that I inhabit a body. If we're stupid enough to destroy this beautiful planet, and it appears that indeed we are, we will just continue life in a non-physical form. So why, then, do I see our impending annihilation as sad? Because it IS. It's a waste, and our actions were based on selfishness, ignorance, and fear. Those three things are far more destructive to us than what we're doing to Mother Earth. Those three things are exactly what we need to overcome to move from being merely human to being something much more, and we're failing miserably as a species.

I do have hope, though. There are some that say the Earth is reacting to our state of consciousness, and that once we make that quantum leap into enlightenment, all will be transformed. Heaven on Earth, they say. Do I believe that? I don't know -- it doesn't really matter what I or anyone else believes, because what will happen will happen. No one is screaming at us to believe that the sun will rise tomorrow morning; it either will or it won't. All we can do is awaken, look around us, and see what we've done. Then we need to accept it, in all it's horror, with all the love we can manage. What the result of that will be I have no idea, but I know that it's exactly what we need to do now.

When did my mysticism go from wanting personal enlightenment to seeing that the world as a whole needs it far more than I do?