long as i can see the light
One of my favorite old songs has always been Creedence Clearwater Revival\'s version of Long As I Can See the Light. Now that I\'m finally living outside a city and rarely go down anymore the growing heaviness of people\'s consciousness becomes almost unbearable after only a few hours whenever I have to go downtown. and always my eyes and soul scan the faces of and energies of the peoplea round me for any glimpse of the Light left in them. Not surprising one of my favorite movies is Shaun of the Dead, the sighted living people moving quickly and quietly through the hordes of zombie-like dead. Doesn\'t sound like a spiritual attitude, forget it, reality is always the most spiritual view there is while denial and new age rose-colored glasses have nothing to do with true spiritual awareness.
With Sue Ann down there more frequently there is always a cocoon of heaviness surrounding her when she comes back to the mountains. Guidance has had me on the road for much of my life, and particularly for the past 10 years not simply for my safety but also because a city\'s consciousness becomes like its own little prison, a prison of the blind where the sighted people become like gold to those to can control them. This is the exact scenario of Day of the Triffids, one of the classics of science-faction from the 50s and 60s, all of which now seem to be coming true with the more one knows and can see what\'s actually taking place.
From and earlier article on the triffids:
One of my favorite books growing up was a book called \"Day of the Triffids\" by John Wyndham. Little did I know that the post-apocalyptic novels and B-grade science fiction movies I grew up with would one day fill my very life and the future of everyone around me.
The story of the book opens with a man named Masen in hospital, his eyes bandaged after having been stung by a Triffid (alien-like plant life bio-engineered as a weapon of war) penned at one of the farms. He discovers that while he has been recuperating, the light from an unusual meteor shower rendering most people on Earth blind. After wandering aimlessly through London, watching civilization collapsing around him, Masen rescues a sighted woman who is being used as an unwilling pair of eyes by a blinded man.
A signal draws them to a larger group of sighted survivors lead by a man named Beadley, who are planning to flee London before it becomes a disease-ridden deathtrap, and establish a colony somewhere in the countryside. Unfortunately, another sighted man named Coker takes it upon himself to try and save as many of the blind as possible; he stages a disturbance and kidnaps both Bill and Josella. Both are forcibly put to work leading squads of blind people around sections of the rapidly-decaying city, attempting to collect food and supplies. Masen sticks with this out of a sense of responsibility, until the people in his charge begin dying of some unknown plague. He leaves, and attempts to locate Josella, but his only immediate lead is an address left behind by the uncaptured and now-departed members of Beadley\'s group. Thrown together with a repentant Coker, he travels to the address in Wiltshire.
As all of this is happening, the Triffids are quickly growing their stingers and taking full Darwinian advantage of the new edge over humankind that events have given them. Undocked specimens in captivity break free, and growing numbers of them become bolder and more aggressive every day.
The group settles down and attempts to create a self-sufficient colony, but with only marginal success; the Triffids grow ever more numerous, crowding in and surrounding their small island of civilization. Years pass, during which the situation slowly but inevitably deteriorates. Then one day a helicopter-pilot representative of Beadley\'s faction lands at the farm and tells his hosts that Beadley and his followers have cleared the Isle of Wight of Triffids, and established a successful colony there. Despite their ongoing struggles, the Masens are still reluctant to leave their home, but their hand is forced by the arrival the next day of a large armored vehicle, operated by a squad of \"soldiers\" who represent a despotic new government which is setting up feudal enclaves across the country. When the leader of this gang announces his intention to take Susan away to another enclave, the Masens disable his transport and flee in the night. They join the Isle of Wight colony, and settle down to the long grim struggle ahead, finding a way to destroy the Triffids and reclaim Earth for humanity.
It\'s a rather grim story but a classic along with so many others I read. Like everything in my life though I see it was training for the possibility that I would actually get up and do what I was sent to the planet to do.
Like the catstrophe movies of the 70s, we were being prepared for the eventuality that either the planet would be destroyed should something not be done, or that at least things would be very trying in the great shifting of awarenes sand physical relaity (Armageddon) that would be the least of what would occur should the planet make it into the ascension tunnel.
Now, with most of the world blinded by the illusions of the New World Order implemented Matrix, and only the few who can truly \'see\', the job has become leading the blind hopefully into a place where they can once again or for the first time \'see\' as well.
The rest of the book ( and 1960s movie) has its very obvious similarity to what\'s taking place and the most likely future we are all now facing. But what metaphor could the triffids themselves be in this whole mess?
The roaming packs of street gangs and looters, those whow illw ant to steal everything we have left as things fall apart? An interesting interpretation of that facet of things is shown in kevin Costner\'s movie, The Postman, a far better movie on video than it was at the theater after some deft cutting. In it things are controlled by an armed militia who steal the hard-won food of others and kill and loot at will.
Cities themselves right now are not much better than parasite-infested, road-raged SUVs driving their human occupants to spend some more frivolous time ignoring the coming sea change.
Can\'t leave a situation without some tools or at least the first step to take to deal with what\'s to come. So what to do? Well, each one of our roles is going to be different isn\'t it? but that\'s where Guidance comes in. Other people can suggest or channel or whatever, but when the gravy hits the turkey that\'s going to be all you have to really get you through . . . your own Guidance.
So the time to start getting that all together is now, time runs short and there won\'t be another chance once the triffids are on the loose. *S
With love, in service, Peter