As a child I heard the echo of the howl from thousands of years ago enter my heart and in dread I looked about in bewildered suspicion.
A screaming howl of torment, misery, hurt and terror dwelt in that howl under a moon that shone down upon a once thriving earth in increasing despair. The howling echo carries to the moon as nations of all beings quake in fitful sadness at the sight of the two legged hairless ape that destroys all it encounters.
Humanity had cast away their connection to the Universe and a new world flourished in their own minds, their own image devoid of wonder. A world of selfish plunder, arrogance and hatred.
Civilization, humanities erroneous savior infiltrated the psyche of humanity and cast its tragic shadow over the earth. The deception enveloped all who came into contact with it like a creeping shadow.
Stories of grandeur, dominance, entitlement and progress soon filled the hearts and receptive minds of the captured. They stood aloof refusing to hear the cries and screams from the nations of all creatures. They turned their collective backs on their connection to the land, the soil that grows their food, the air that fills their lungs and the water that quenches their thirst. They refused to stare into the eyes of the Universe and concede to the reality of their own existence.
Losing all identity and connection their culture turned within and humanities very essence was absorbed into psychologically deformed narcissistic stories of its own nobility. Talking to itself, about itself and taking pictures of itself it sank into the quagmire of despondency, decadence and indifference to all other life forms about them.
It went insane…………………………………….
It forgot how to listen to the wind, the ocean, the trees and the creatures that they share the earth with. Humanity forgot no creature, including itself can exist outside of the Universe. It became an insane wretched court jester in the kingdom of sanity, a kingdom now overrun by a culture fixated on itself in a warped dance of obscenity.
The howl from the nations of all creatures still reverberates within my heart. My kinship to all life is my companion away from the insanity however the court jesters and their deluded and clownish antics have now shrouded the earth with their lunacy so I retreat to the shadows of the Brigalow trees and pray for the jesters demise.
Those days loom near as their madness leads them ever closer to the cliffs edge. The colourful jesters dancing in a dazed ecstasy over the cliff of no return, holding hands and taking photos of themselves as they enter the darkness and hollowness that are the reflections of their own hearts.
The deepest tragedy is the nations of all creatures they are taking with them in their plunge. A few free minds still dwell in the mists away from the insane and fanciful worlds of the jesters, in the background that see and feel the misery.
Winds whisper upon ones cheek, a kiss from the Universe.
The birds chortle in ones ear, the voice of the Universe.
The smell of soil and water, an embrace of the Universe.
A sunrise, the Universe greeting ones soul, a connection to something so holy.
The sunset a gift before slumber but also a heralding demise as the Universe swallows an aberration, the Charybdis devouring the leaking galleon of estrangement.
A descent into darkness, a hell they thrive in and one they cannot escape from, nor do they wish to.
Yet a misery, a tragedy of heart is exposed to the few human souls that can hear the wretched plight of the nations of the finned, the winged, the slithering, the crawling and the legged.
A new day will dawn when the water recedes, the smoke clears, the winds die away and the first chirps echo in the ears of new birth and the insect scurry heralds a new era of rebuilding after the crumbling facade of civilization has been exhausted and the ruins of misery have given their final sigh of resignation.
Every step I take in this culture, every sight I see in it and every word I hear spoken in its defense reinforces my belief that we live in a culture of blasphemy against our very own lives. We believe our lives are an autonomous existence but we are in fact products of indoctrination born from poisonous minds that share little semblance to reality. We have had our nurturing as earthlings torn from us by our disconnection, a disconnection taught to us by our parents, our neighbours, the so called educational system and by the very cement under our feet.
From my own experience of these spirit quashing walls of horror and misery I’ve never felt any form of ecstasy of life experience within them. They have presented themselves as the human obsessed prison they in fact are. This culture can teach you about steel, concrete, physics, the building blocks of life, split the atom to serve itself and the “discoveries” as if things hadn’t existed before the deranged ape found them, however what it can’t teach you, as it doesn’t know and can never know, is spirit.
It thrives on the material whilst ignoring the world of the wild spirit……………….the mists, the darkness, the sunrise, the birdsong and in doing so has achieved the ultimate in its aims, domination and destruction of the wild lands, the truly holy lands. This whole culture is not just an alienated absurdity but an infantile one also.
It is a fake, a thief in the darkness whilst you were asleep. It has stolen your heritage, your dignity, your inheritance and your connection to the Universe and especially the earth, our mother.
Instead of being content with the holiness of creation and all her vibrant wild musings and esoteric magic we are left with an inverted and monotonous mono-culture of self serving imbeciles barely able to recognize any life outside of its own grotesque and devouring world of misfits, killers and dysfunctional morally arrested shadows of a true humanity.
We have turned vibrant forests into lumber yards and vast plains into human feed lots, the oceans into wind farms and plastic dead zones and the sacred deserts into seas of solar panels in an attempt to prolong the inflated sense of human supremacy, the holocaust of spirit, and fuel our hurtling insanity further into the depths of the madness that’s now imbued in our collective hearts as we circle the rim of the whirlpool of our own extinction.
I feel humanities very soul is now already close to extinct………………….forsaking the humble, the sacred, to glorify the absurd and grotesque. We now revere the obscene, hail the macabre and wallow in the repellent wretchedness of our own reflections. Only a creature so thoroughly divorced from its own collective soul could live as such. A detestable signature of madness basking in the glowing images and stained glass windows of itself and its vacant reflections in the mirror of creation.
As a new year rolls in the comatose musings of a lost species will revel in the glory of their own hallowed existence as a new decade unfolds before their inane hearts and sunken souls, yet few can see nor hear the approaching justice that the Universe is serving them. There is no human sadness as deep as this, the failure to comprehend what is before us.
The kingdom of God is not some place we retire to when our bodies succumb to the ravages of time…………………….it is here on this planet we were born upon. We don’t face our maker after we whisper our final breath on earth. There is no one waiting for us to present ourselves and our inflated egos to the pearly gates.
However, herein lies a most amazing and awe inspiring realization if one would allow such a humbling and subtle muse to infiltrate your heart. We are all sacredly connected to something way bigger than humanity. We are connected to something way bigger than this most homely, bountiful and gorgeous planet. We are connected to the very fibre of the Universe itself……………………………………
The wild Gods of yore are manifestations of the forces of creation, the wildness that we ourselves really are and indeed is all creation. The most amazing revelation is the one revelation we should all become fundamentalist about. The Universe is our God, our sacred temple and all creation our kin. We have sadly lost this connection as we wallow in the depravity of a culture that shreds our intimacy with creation and pulls the cloak of deception over our being and the curtain of lies over our true culture, a culture connected to the earth and the Universe.
I inhale the majesty of the mountains, the oceans, the forests and everything from the ants to the moon every single day of my life and relish the freedom of heart this affords me. It is a connection stolen from me by this culture of dissociation, human centred fundamentalism and warped ideals of human superiority and it has taken it from us all. It is a culture that feels little connection to anything other than itself.
It has forgotten itself.
Its base default is that of a killer, an agent of defilement, misery and death. Beauty, union and love are a foreign investment to dark hollow hearts. There is a fine line between the perceived sanity of this culture and the insanity of it. Most walk that fragile line, stepping on and indeed devouring bones of dinosaurs to keep the insanity at bay in the way of industrial civilization. As this culture unfolds into the madness it barely holds at bay every day of its existence it will explode into a fury it can never recognize. The swirling collective social psychosis of the hate filled misery of itself shall be the last incoherent estranged driveling of a lost and failed culture.
Hardly a soul in this culture can recognize their ancestry, hardly knows their organic heredity nor their sacred connection to the Universe. We have been lied to, hoodwinked and brainwashed into believing this is us, this is our ultimate realization, the ultimate lie, that all other life, billions of nations of creatures are subservient to us as humanity. We wander the halls of our vacant hearts rarely connecting to anything meaningful in nature all the time wondering why we as human beings, born of soil, water and stars are unfulfilled, killing ourselves in droves in lands surrounded by every comfort ever known. There is clearly something not comfortable in our hearts.
Alienation, grief, torment and destitution is the ultimate realization of industrial civilization and indeed civilization itself. It thrives on subjugating all other life forms to our sick fantasies of domination in manacles of misery, our souls wrapped in dark thoughts and sedated sorrow at the state of this cultures war against the Universe.
Dark times are here and they are still met with the arrogance, apathy and the total denial of thousands of years of indoctrinated conceitedness.
This had long ago sealed its fate even though few can see this. It is the ultimate insult to our holy home and the wondrous Universe that gave it to us.
It is indeed the tragedy of alienation.
By Brendon Crook
Panthevita
Panthevita 