Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Sad Watching the Train

I guess I'm in a melancholy mood today. I watch what is going on in the world and it makes me feel tired and sad. Not just in our country but around the world. We are tearing ourselves apart. It reminds me of the drug talks we used to get in elementary school. They would try to scare the kids by telling them stories about people tearing their own skin off during a "bad trip." We are on one hell of a bad trip.

I feel very passionately about few things. I usually sit back and absorb what is going on, assuming I don't have all the information. Because, lets face it, we rarely have all the information. I assume that there is much we, as humans, as citizens, as children of time, there are things we are just not supposed to know.

Occasionally, I do see what is coming though. How do I teach my children to deal with these glimpses, when I don't know how myself? I don't need validation that I'm often right. I have had some grisly confirmation to my glimmers of the future to know I no longer feel the need to doubt myself. So when I see a train running straight at a child, I know the child will be hit, and no matter how loud I scream, or rage against the train..... it does no good. I've had that very hard lesson.

So now I watch.... and there is that damn train again. This time it is a huge pile of people. Not just my children, my family, my community, but an entire world of them. How does a person deal with that in their head? I don't know. I wish I did, cause it is not fun. Not only is it seeing this tragedy unfold, but I feel it.

Bless my friends who think I am just a person with an opinion and one that disagrees with them at that, but they can't feel it; not like I can. I'm plugged into the cosmic heart ache. The anger, sadness, confusion, feeling of helplessness, and futility.  At no time in history have so many people been able to share in each others struggles. We now know what is happening on the side of the planet in seconds. It removes the distance from the struggles, it becomes infectious. And we are all infected.

I doubt it will be a super bug that will infect most of the population and thin out the herd. We will all do just fine by ourselves. Never have we as a global community been so close to each other and yet so divided. I felt the world moving into a global state of compassion. Now... not so much. In fact it couldn't be further away. Even with all the altruistic movements going on, there is no compassion in them. People are not raging for their neighbors, they are raging for themselves. The greed of "I want more," is overwhelming. What boggles my mind are my friends, (some know I'm psychic, some don't) that think I'm in the group of uncharitable. Just because I can feel the emotion driving that train...

There is very little happy about the state of the world right now. I can't even say ignorance is bliss. I don't think it has anything to do with our state of global knowledge in the way one would think. It has in fact shown people millions of miles away what they can covet that they can't physically reach out and grab. The world has increasingly turned into that bratty three year old screaming "MINE" to everything that is not theirs.

Even without the eager desire to grab what others have, the division that I see is staggering. Once again as in history past, many people have taken the stand of "us against them." This makes me want to cry. I hate everyone equally. (I'm kidding) In the last 18 months or so I have watched the separation increase. I closed my eyes to it, but it is still there. Now Blacks, Whites, Hispanics, Middle Easterners, Mormons, Christians, Jews, Muslims, Gays and Straights, they have all become increasingly THEM to so many US.

I feel a great cleansing of the Earth coming and I don't even know what that means. The picture in my head is a very odd one. My guides are showing me a huge green dish scrubber, rubbing down the surface of the Earth. I guess, as always, that is open to interpretation, as all my insights are.

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