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Snags

Ancient Perspectives and Blind Modern Groping

When I reached to grasp the nurseryman’s handshake he withdrew shattered remnants of healed-over flesh from the pocket of his baggy shorts. He introduced himself and grasped my proffered hand with the stumps of two fingers and the nubbin of an amputated thumb.

The biannual little plant fair in the local village was dusted with windborne scrapings from the far deserts, and the desiccated salt-crusted bed of distant Lake Eyre was soughing down on all and sundry like finely sieved flour. The surrounding landscape of rolling hills was rendered into a stylistic smudge of hillcrests rising from a greyish miasma that blocked out the daylight in a partial eclipse. The Sun had burned with an uncommonly sharp bite for the previous few weeks, but now the world was cloaked in grey and the solar bite was replaced with that of the chill ill wind.

A supertyphoon was massing over Southeast Asia and Half Past Human’s roving webbots had retrieved data suggesting dire cataclysms around the September Equinox. This led the website’s authors – who employ sophisticated algorithms that retrieve clues to the zeitgeist of the collective consciousness, on the premise that if individual humans are (at least) subconsciously psychic, then the collective babble of humanity as expressed on the worldwide web must be orders of magnitude more so – to make a prediction that has since borne spectacular fruit.

The site had previously made some notably accurate prophecies regarding the 2008 financial meltdown, among quite a few others. Their prognostications regarding recent seismic events – beginning almost three months ago, which is about the self-proclaimed limit of accurate forecasting for Half Past Human – indicated dangerous volcanic (or seismic) activity around the Pacific rim around the end of September, when the equinox falls.

This prediction is a remarkable near miss at the very worst, and in the light of the unprecedented – in both frequency and magnitude – run of recent earthquakes and resultant tsunamis this result should be considered accurate for all intents and purposes. It must be adjudged as evidence for the efficacy of HPH’s method, and perhaps for a fundamental concomitant truth; that humankind has the capacity to see beyond the veil of time.

Day after day the Earth rebelled in a chain of lethal rumbles, ranging from Indonesia to New Guinea, Tonga, Samoa and the isle of Santa Cruz - zones situated around the so-called Ring of Fire that girdles the planet like a twisting magmatic serpent. Tsunamis rose from the chaotic seas and populations dashed from crumbling buildings and made for higher ground, with the memory of the great killer Southeast Asian tsunami still fresh in the minds of many.

One may be forgiven for thinking that these events only seem remarkable because we have an accurate grasp of seismic events in the 21^st Century. It’s a little-considered fact that since just before the dawn of the 20th Century we’ve been able to detect all quakes occurring anywhere on the globe with a magnitude of six or greater. There were a handful of such quakes in the first decade of the last century, and only a few more in the next decade. Quakes with a magnitude of seven or eight on the Richter scale were virtually unknown until recent decades, and have now become very familiar to millions of victims around the world. The frequency and magnitude of earthquakes has increased in a steeply rising curve across the globe over the course of the last hundred years.

This is only to be expected. The planet is warming in more ways than one and the crust is beginning to show the strain. Extraterrestrial and anthropogenic sources of heating are shifting vast masses of displaced ice and water around the world. The oceans weigh more than most people image and the planetary crust is thinned into shallow-bottomed basins by their mass, sunken between the thicker encrustations of continents.

Additional water flowing into the seas from the poles and melting glaciers displaces so much weight that the fractious fault lines of the planet are suffering from even more stress and strain than from all drilling and mining, past underground nuclear tests, current geothermal experiments, and innumerable other sundry damages caused by purblind burrowing humankind, in the unexamined treadmill quest for meaningless monetary progress.

It’s obvious that the old feudal paradigm will no longer suffice to meet the needs of the planet, or the requirements of the upgraded specimens of humanity many aspire to be and become. The best time to change our ways utterly, to find new methods of thriving on a healthy planet, is also the best time to plant fruit and nut trees – twenty years ago. But today is still a viable second best, while next year will be far too late.

Loggerheads

The nurseryman shook my right hand with the stump of his. Such injuries are common among mill workers in the local timber and beef cattle towns, here on the east coast of Oz. Many digits or limbs have been severed or crushed in the quest to wrest money from the hard, hard wood of the eucalypt forests cloaking the rugged foothills of the Great Dividing Range.

Almost all such crippling injuries were delivered in devastating accidents with spinning blades, fast-moving belts or machinery, or sudden smashes by crushing loads of heavy wood. Very few of these once common stigmata are the result of insurance jobs – in which a finger could be swapped for a few thousand measly bucks – but such happenings are hardly unknown in impoverished, ignorant and desperate settings.

The nurseryman – who gave me a lopsided smile from beneath a typical mill worker’s cap – was selling Bangalow Palms he’d grown from seed on his hobby farm-sized lot just outside town. The youngest boy was with me, and both of us were looking pretty wild and woolly in the harsh dusty windstorm that knocked his potted palms flat with its blustery gusts. Even whilst Wonder Boy was picking pots up for him, the grizzled sunburned soul started a tirade against ‘those damn greenies’.

Greenies were ‘stopping men from making an honest wage’, ‘stopping them from cutting down useless old growth trees – just rotten wood, not worth a damn,’ and ‘stopping them letting some sunlight in for the saplings’; they were ‘all dupes of a city conspiracy, sucked in by people who reckoned carbon dioxide caused global warming’, and ‘there are plenty of trees, and the only endangered species is the farmer, because of the stupid rules they’re expected to follow’ (not that many do in the vast and convoluted landscapes of the Great Southland – inadequate environmental regulations are rarely enforced and the land is only overseen by its so-called ‘owners’); yet his rave unravelled onward and on with nary a word of dissent from me. After a number of similar fusillades, this human stereotype completed his rave with a dig at ‘those stupid greenies who stop you pulling logs and snags out of the river – from tidying things up and making them safe and neat.’

I was tempted to mention that the government had been paying good money for such logs and snags for years now, and was trucking them across hundreds of kilometres of (now) treeless desert and dry blowaway grass to the once mighty Murray River, where they were putting the tree trunks back into the near-lifeless water – to replace those pulled out and burned by misguided speedboat-owning, oil-spewing bank-trashers and destructive neatness freaks. After pulling billions of trees from the verges of the mightiest river system on the continent, there are literally none left along incredibly long stretches of this infamously trashed national waterway - no protection of washaway soil, no stabilisation of crumbling banks, no shade to prevent evaporation, and no common sense, environmental awareness or scientific intelligence.

But what would be the point of arguing with him? He was too old and debilitated to do any more damage to rivers or forests, too crusty to change his ways, and far too belligerent to seriously consider making the attempt; not with my wide-eyed ten year-old in tow at the gossipy local village plant fair. I went and spoke to the other stallholders, almost all of whom proved to be card-carrying greenies, all selling wide ranges of various species of local and exotic trees and other plants, while the soil of the continent blew overhead and made algae bloom in the far Pacific, while Mother Earth prepared to toss and tumble, turn and grumble not far below.

The next day I ran into man-mountain Brian, erstwhile head man in the local Aboriginal Land Council. He beamed down at me over his whitening beard as we stood by the new surveillance camera set onto the

token clock tower in the midst of Main Street and discussed local and broader events. After a while and out of the blue he proceeded onto the topic of snags in the river. “You know they’re pulling out all the logs again,” the elder said, “and half of the jiddi logs, too.” ‘Jiddi’ is the cobera worm, a favourite delicacy among the few local tribes that have access to this locally distributed seasonal rarity; I’ll probably not discuss it further in this public forum – not unless the elders say otherwise.

“No cover for the fish, and you know what’s worse if you pull them all out?” he asked with a rhetorical air. “The rivers silt up. If you leave those logs on the bends in particular, they sweep out all the gravel and silt in the floods. The bends stay deep and cool. If you don’t, the rivers silt up and dry out, like they have all around.”

I agreed, casting my mind’s eye back home, where a massive trunk sleeps at the perpetually deep bend in the crooked creek, providing a channel for currents that churn out the detritus of a century of land clearing and aggrocultural abuse – all on behalf of a crumbling pyramid of inedible cash in the distant anthill termite cities, whose non-conspiring willing workers flush the world away down toxic pipes and burn swathes through the world forest with each languid flick of a switch.

The daily casual damage to rivers, soils and the landscape in general is unbelievable to anyone with an ounce of common sense and a dram of eyesight, let alone foresight. I could rant and rave for hours about leaving the banks alone and keeping the cattle away from the broad filter strips we need to grow and maintain along all our streams and rivers – but what would be the point? These controls are already well-established in the laws of most advanced countries; laws so poorly enforced by lazy time-serving officials that the once pristine water in most waterways is toxic to humans and animals.

Unless you procure your drinking water from an unpolluted sky (ho ho) or a pure groundwater source (ha ha), the stuff in your taps is laced with stultifying aluminium and chlorine, and don’t even start me on tranquillising sodium fluoride rat poison – just find out for yourself (you might read the recent EU judgement on the matter)! Pure water is a thing of the past in most places, and the modern industrial version they pump into your house is being rapidly privatised in a world where increasing scarcity means temporarily greater profits.

But not around here. We ‘greenies’ kept the forests around the upper catchments of this valley intact as we could, by standing up to the mighty bulldozers, implacable cops and standover merchants behind the curtain, who move their ignorant contractors and enforcers like pawns on a cutaway chessboard. We kept them from the rivers and the hills and from the ridges all around. Many of the rainbow warriors and earth defenders (derided as ‘dirty hippies’, ‘filthy ferals’, ‘stupid peasants’, ‘impressionable aborigines’ and ‘city greenies’) still do, every day - probably somewhere not far from where you’re sitting and reading at this very moment.

Out here in hippified swathes of countryside (that you probably haven’t seen or even heard of) we’re slowly witnessing the fruits of our labours turn greener and fresher, while the rest of the world turns a fecund planetary paradise into a toxic industrial wasteland under the tombstone catch-cries of ‘progress’ and ‘industriousness’. Most people won’t know the value of water until their own privatised well runs dry, and the taps finally deliver only grave dust from the desiccated heart of their vampirised Mother Earth.

Now witness the slow-motion apocalypse occurring before every punter’s dazed and overworked eyes – devastating changes are all happening in a geological eyeblink while we wander along, failing to notice the signs of impending demise, making a date with density.

The world is changing; it’s not just events which always occurred beyond our purview suddenly becoming apparent due to advances in modern communications. No. ’Fraid not. The writing’s on the wall, friend. Everybody knows.

There’s still time to discover your place in the real living world, away from the entrancing pneumatic throb of money and status. Find clean water. Plant a forest (but don’t build a house on the beach or under a volcano). Discover the true inner self you haven’t had time for. Become a snag in the mainstream – a sensitive new age guy, gent or girl, an eddy that slows the onrushing flow to the falls. Save the world. Save yourself. Love someone. Life is awaiting. Turn on. Tune in. Opt out together, today not tomorrow…

Start by clicking this screen that stands between you and the REAL world off – or not. The choice is up to you; red pill or blue?

- R.A.

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The New Illuminati

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Save the World from RamPage

TimeSpace

RingWood )

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Removing the Scales from One’s Eyes

Power Is Power

Why is plenty of energy never enough?

Many conscientious people all over the planet have decided to take responsibility for the power they consume and employ. Many have come to realise a truth apparent to power mongers ever since the industrious revolutions spawned by the last uplifting Enlightenment - that electrical power is economic and political power, and those with the ability to produce and harness energy hold the keys to all modern Earthly kingdoms.

The focused application of energy makes all forms of slavery redundant – including wage slavery. Energy leaks through the world like water through a sieve, and we attempt to catch the deluge with devices little more advanced than paper cups. Even if we merely employ simplistic pre-millennial technologies like solar cells and wind turbines there’s far more than enough energy to go around. If centralised power systems (of all kinds) are allowed to fade into the shadow of the new distributed network of ‘free’ energy devices - a plethora of which have already been developed and patented - renewable and ‘free’ energy technologies will make free electrical and automotive power easily attainable by everyone.

All over the world, rooftops are sprouting arrays of electricity-producing cells and coastlines and hilltops are slowly being utilised for clean wind, wave and tidal generators to feed famished and overstretched grid systems. This is the beginning of the end for the old monopolist power mongers and their subordinate coterie of toxic war-based industries.

Yet even when environmentally aware people install a large array of solar electric panels on their rooves, the many kilowatt-hours attained by use of solar cells don’t seem to provide enough energy to run a family home. This is an artefact of old-style distribution networks emanating from a centralised source and the industries that evolved with them, all of which are very poorly equipped to use local power supplies efficiently.

Drawing on thirty years’ experience with various arrays of solar cells, we hippy dwellers in the remote bush have never had to contend with supplying power to a 240 or 120 volt national grid. A few panels have always been more than enough to provide for our needs – if we don’t make the mistake of trying to use appliances designed for mains power. Most of these devices are hopelessly wasteful instruments which are literally designed to burn electricity and convert it to heat – a good little money earner for the power station and grid owners of yesteryear!

The unfortunate truth is that most of the electricity generated at power stations is lost in transmission down antiquated metal wires. The fraction that arrives at your home is an unnecessarily high voltage current which must be stepped down – transformed - to run almost all of your gadgets or appliances. Almost all of your equipment runs on less than twenty-four volts, and the rest of the power is ‘transformed’ to make it usable to your equipment. The transformers in your appliances literally burn off all the ‘excess’ power as wasted heat; such is the legacy of primitive technological fixes and transmission systems, which were primarily designed to make political compromises more than a century ago, when electrical transmission was in its infancy. Alternative and more efficient systems have been systematically crushed by industrialists and financiers with invested interests in electrical and other power monopolies ever since.

If you connect the average recommended array of solar panels (or other generating equipment) up in a low voltage system, you’ll easily have enough energy to power your needs and you won’t need to use unstable inverters (power converters which burn large amounts of DC current to produce small amounts of AC power) at all; truly wasteful technologies like outdated high-consumption refrigeration and laundry appliances will be unusable exceptions to this rule, but they can easily be replaced with more sensible alternatives.

The real issue isn’t whether we can produce enough energy, but whether we can store it in something less toxic and short-lived than even the most up-to-date crop of battery technologies can provide. There are many solutions to this conundrum (including solar-thermal systems), but few are yet available on a domestic scale. Using Brown’s Gas (Hydroxy) to store power is one method; storing water at a height is a simpler idea for most people to grasp. *

Creating a low-voltage dwelling means your electrical supply is non-lethal and you can easily and legally construct your entire power system yourself. You don’t need to pay an electrician for much (or even any) of the work - but it may be wise to have a knowledgeable person take a good look at your particular design before you throw the ‘on’ switch. A low voltage system is easy to work with; a simple knowledge of basic electrical theory and components is all that’s required. Just as with a car (or dry cell) battery, there’s just one wire in, and one wire out; a few diodes, fuses and simple cheap regulators are all you’ll need to come to grips with, and many parts, components and even appliances can be cannibalised from old cars or other low-voltage vehicles for free – or you can buy them as spare car parts from recycler/wreckers.

If low voltage free energy systems can work out here in the bush, they can certainly work in the burbs. Creating a new flexible civilization with a distributed network of electrical generating systems is a very good idea. Selling excess power to the grid is far more viable if you aren’t burning off ninety percent of your power as wasted heat - whether or not you’re paying for it. But as we discover way out in the wilds, when the grid goes down – as it often does – only those with stand-alone power systems have any power at all. Storing power for your own needs – or accessing a continuous supply of energy, like a permanent running river or the electromagnetic field of the planet itself – is the optimal solution to one’s electrical requirements, whether or not we’re connected to the local grid.

Yes We Can

The most recent studies of clean power generators and efficient transmission systems assure us that the entire world’s base and peak load power needs can be provided by a few relatively small areas devoted to wind generators or advanced solar power stations. There’s no need to continue polluting the planet at all.

The reason we use oil, coal, gas and nuclear steam engines (that’s all our laughable so-called ‘hi-tech’ nuclear power plants really are) is not just because the people that really rule our societies are a bunch of misanthropic misfits without an ounce of vision beyond the blinkered view of medieval potentates. It isn’t solely due to the fact that these power mongers who have consistently and ruthlessly suppressed and smothered all significant breakthroughs for more than a century are devoid of true generosity or compassion,. It’s not just that many visionary researchers have been jailed or killed or ruthlessly oppressed, although such happenings have been surprisingly commonplace; the man who disappeared after running a car on water is not an urban myth, but a recurrent theme in the absurdist theatre of true life on this planet of carefully domesticated purblind primates.

Nonetheless, there are many patented methods for procuring ‘free’ energy, and many are easily explicable to the layman (see links below), regardless of what your school science teacher thinks or thought. We also have many alternatives that can be easily adopted and assimilated by our current levels of technical knowledge - systems that lie well within the realms of today’s workaday technological expertise.

Power Driving

It’s been many years since the visionaries at the Rocky Mountains Institute inaugurated a new perspective on energy with their introduction of the Hypercar concept. Releasing the design for a new hydrogen energy cell powered, co-generational hybrid vehicle into the public domain via the fledgling internet, these change agents created a system which was subsequently subverted by different manufacturers, who released various hybrid vehicles using conventional toxic fuels instead of hydrogen.

Hydrogen is far easier and cheaper to produce than the power mongers would have us believe. One clue to the reality of the situation is that one litre of water can produce more than a thousand litres of usable gas. The ratio is close to 1,300:1. Ecologically laudable as the latest generation of hybrids on today’s market may appear, the Hypercar concept had an overarching aim that extended beyond the provision of a world vehicle fleet which uses non-polluting fuel. Hydrogen energy cell powered vehicles are designed to be plugged into a socket when they reach their destination – not to recharge their batteries, but to provide power to the house or grid.

A Hypercar can power your house, or at very least feed lots of excess power into the grid; it’s both generator and storage system combined in one portable unit. The Hypercar generates so much excess power that a national fleet of such vehicles could power entire cities with no need for additional ‘conventional’ power generators at all! And they could power any number of remotely placed dwellings or facilities.

The first primitive instance of this system being applied occurred during a recent blackout in North America, when a Prius owner discovered that they could power the UPS that operated many of the appliances in their house by simply plugging it into their hybrid. He literally plugged the car directly into the power regulator (which many consumers use to safeguard their computers) and powered all his necessary appliances.

How much longer will we continue to tolerate the lies of headless dinosaurs who put momentary profits before life itself? How long until we realise we can provide almost everything we need for ourselves? All the tools we require to create a paradisiacal civilization that is truly civilized are already within our grasp. It’s high time we created a world far closer to the dreams of visionaries. Don’t wait for someone else to do it – the New Age is a DIY dream – or nightmare - come true; it all depends on which way you train yourself to jump. The choice is up to you.

We can create a much greater New Millennium if we devote our time to the things we believe in, instead of pushing treadmills to nowhere in an endless rat race.

Turn on. Tune in. Opt out.

- R.A.

PS – This article was written on a laptop powered by a solar panel in a fairly remote rainforest.

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See the Hypercar Concept

Hybrid Powers House

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* Brown’s Gas

Water Power

The Venus Project

The Zeitgeist Movement

Free Energy

Enlightenment Today

Imagine Nation – Artwork & Images

The New Illuminati

Save the World from RamPage

TimeSpace

RingWood

The Prince of Centraxis

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Wonder Boy outside his front door

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Generation Future Warns Their Parents

Human Deification

Shaping the Planet(s)

Human history is littered by the ruins of megalomaniac ruling castes and self-absorbed civilisations, each and all convinced they were situated at the summit of evolutionary achievement. Many of these overachievers aspired to immortality by any means possible; emperors impressing their presences into the pliable clay of racial memory via the slave-powered artifices of edifice complexes, flatteringly elaborated epics or the primal endurance of prolific biological reproduction.

Modernish humans have been progressing through the ups and downs of planetary climate changes and extraordinary or mundane global catastrophes of various kinds for untold millennia. The species has been culled and shaped by what we currently regard as forces of nature - agencies which were viewed as conscious gods, spirits and Great Powers for most of human experience, in ages now relegated to superstitious realms of prehistory. Yet after centuries of advances in the physical sciences the most current ideas assure us that we truly know very little for certain about the nature of reality. The implications of many discoveries indicate that many assertions of the ancients may not have been so wrong after all.

Humankind is a self-tuning instrument and self-shaping tool, self-designed to adapt to a multiplicity of environments. Yet, like all life-forms whose business it is to circumvent the rote shadow play of apparent entropy in an infinite universe, we also alter the odds in our favour. All lifeforms shift the random patterns of chaos to fit their needs, whether they realise it or not; the process progresses continuously on a level of mind far more fundamental than the simian chatter of linguistically-based acculturated thought.

We shape the protoplasmic substance of the substrate of reality and continuously mould the matrix of the world and the web of life. To contact this implicitly instantaneous level of programming requires deep immersion in inner silence, an internal journey into the core of being, sans thought, sans dreams, sans desires, passion, expectation, scientific analysis or will itself. The passage through the portal of heaven is a needle’s eye, and any baggage you attempt to bring along becomes an anchoring millstone, blocking access to the centre of the celestial pool beyond the immortal gate of apparent death.

The continuous chatter of the linguistic mind is designed to protect us from harm, a repository of wisdom and knowledge that accumulates with time. It becomes our thought patterns, directing our actions and guiding us through the trials and storms of our domesticated primate childhood. During the course of our lives this pattern of guardianship - which is inexorably built into our very psyches - develops into a quasi-entity in its own right, becoming a self-conscious being for all intents and purposes; one that we soon identify with our own inner ‘self’.

This overriding monkey mind has been designed to operate within the realms of fear-driven needs, and it fears silence above all else. It equates stillness with extinction, and attempts to divert any attempt to reach a state of inner peace – and a realisation of one’s true nature - with endless distractions tailored to fit the passions and desires of its host and vessel. It rides and directs you in elliptical courses, revolving around the immortal core of being that is you, yourself, the eternal all-knowing presence that resides in your heart of hearts and at the still cyclonic centre of the mind; the silent witness that sees all, knows all, is intimately connected to the All.

We all reside within a universal holographic linkage of meaning that interconnects everything imaginable, and then some. You are inside everything, and everything is inside you. You are divine, psychically gifted, immortal and wise, and can divine the truth in any thing or being.

Yet the monkey chatters on, diverting you from the essential fact of your godhood with a fascinatingly dissembled essay on human divinity and the true role of the ascendant hominid species – the domesticated primate race that has styled itself the new kings and queens of Gaia’s much depleted planetary jungle. What could possibly challenge the sovereignty of the species that has enthroned itself at the apex of creation?

The simplest answer can sometimes be illumined by a question: What could have blinded us to the reality of our own nature? As we have interfered with the manifold processes of Mother Earth and her innumerable species of plants, animals and fungi, we have in turn been subject to many manipulations and interferences in the course of our development; repatternings, biological additions and excisions of which we have little memory, alterations which were often – but not always – created by our ancestors, ourselves. The species has developed a ‘protective’ amnesiac blind spot that largely occludes our awareness of the challenges to be found in the universe we create and inhabit.

The Anthropocene Era

All the lifeforms on this or any other planet are surfing through cosmic cycles, orbital variations and stellar variances. The spiralling cycles of time create local Earthly epochs of ice-capped stasis punctuated by short fiery seasons of change. In the last several million years, planet Earth has experienced no longer time of life-quickening warmth than the last ten-odd thousand years of relatively balmy weather.

An unwelcome fact has long been perceived by climatologists and geologists, based on mountains of data describing previous cycles in great detail; that the end of this warm interglacial period – the Holocene era which has seen the rise and fall of all historic civilisations (that arose after largely forgotten ‘antediluvian’ ice-age civilisations which seeded all similar subsequent outgrowths before the catastrophic end of the last glaciation) – appears to be well overdue. Based on all previous cycles an ice age is surely due sometime soon, though ‘soon’ is a malleable term, meaning anything from mere decades to a century or two, depending on a number of factors.

Glacial eras – Ice Ages – come in a series of small and grand cycles, and are characterised by planetary drying as well as cooling. All over the world, glaciers that have been trickle-feeding many of the rivers on the planet from vast frozen storage chambers, icecaps that have been sitting in place for periods of up to hundreds of thousands of years, are melting away in a dry-pan flash over mere decades.

Whether you believe humanity’s liberated waste gases are the prime cause of this warming or not, the entire human world is heating up and drying out. The fact that human civilisation usually destroys aquifers and soils and creates deserts where fertile ecosystems once flourished is beyond dispute. All empires of the past have fallen. Many were overrun by disenfranchised slaves, subjugated minorities and outcasts who’d been forced or coerced into building edifices for militaristic growth-addicted societies - but many more civilisations starved themselves to death and were smothered by their own waste products.

Can we be wise enough to learn to replant and water the world in time to avoid a similar fate? Can we stop polluting the planet and cease fouling our own nest? Can we share the bounty of the world more fairly? Can we seize the day and use the very real bogeyman of greenhouse gases to frighten ourselves into cleaning up our act? Great changes are afoot and we have to strike out in totally new directions if we’re to thrive, or survive.

Great ice ages and lesser glaciations have appeared in relatively regular patterns, and although their causes are still hotly disputed the relative regularity of their cycles is not. It’s quite true that in bygone ages, a buildup of global carbon dioxide often occurred after a planetary warming period had already commenced. This was often due to many interlinked factors, like volcanic upheavals triggered by extraordinary masses of water shifting around and disturbing the fractious fault lines of the globe, or continental forest fires triggered by planetary drying at the end of warm interglacial periods like our own.

Sometimes the causes of great changes were extraterrestrial – changes in the Sun’s output or close encounters with wandering neighbours – but great and lesser glaciations have occurred with surprising regularity since the time when the ancestors of Homo habilis wandered the plains of Africa.

Here we all are, approaching the dawn of an overdue desiccating ice age that would spell the ruin of all our aspirations and decimate the world’s population; and we’re pouring ‘greenhouse’ gases into the atmosphere like there was no tomorrow, seemingly incapable of reining in our greedy, comfort-blinded proclivity to pollute and despoil our air, water and soils. Could it be, after all, that the entire human species has been engaged on a collective endeavour whose scope has extended far beyond all crude interpretations of our undeniably destructive tendencies? Could it be that legions of domesticated primates have been laying bricks in the mortar of planetary salvation for centuries, all unknowing?

It has recently been suggested that the geological era known as the Holocene Epoch has drawn to a close, and the Anthropocene Epoch – the time when humankind began to shape the planet as thoroughly and surely as other natural forces – has already begun. While it’s true that variations of solar activity that occur as the Sun surfs its way around the galactic maelstrom of the Milky Way is the major driver of all climate change, humankind has now developed to the stage where its existence leverages all prevailing circumstances. The future is not inscribed in stony planets circling the Sun, but is writ by the collective will of consciousness itself.

Could it be that we’re steering the planet on a course through a coming storm, helping to guide the global ark to safe harbours and idyllic arbours, and somehow avoiding a sleety dash into the oncoming iceberg? If you dare to dream of the possibility of paradise on Earth it just may be possible - if you also plant enough trees and live the way you know is hearty and true. The new paradigm illuminated by the last century’s alchemical blending of physics and philosophy explains a simple significant truth - we literally create and pattern the matrix that underlies all physical reality.

Matter is only a shadow, a dancing interplay of sublimely intricate and interconnected waves whose source is the ephemeral nature of mind itself. On individual and collective scales we make small quantum shifts that alter the odds and tilt the template of randomness in our favour – in the directions most suited to ongoing life, exploration, growth, refinement and diversity. Acts which may appear primitive primate madness on a local scale may serve purposes unforseen by the semi-somnambulant monkey mind of a barely reawakening Humanity.

How else could we develop the ability to deliver payloads on rockets which could orbit the globe of the Earth and rise beyond its gravity well, but to engage in monumentally stupid wars that pitted the (allegedly) best minds of entire continents against each other in meaningless ant-like combative bouts of warlike competitiveness? How else could we force ourselves to look beyond our narrow feuding feudal horizons and develop the ability to send probes (and humans) to the planetary siblings of our Great Mother? How else could we be forced to face our greatest fear – the fear of species extinction – than to know that the power of life or death truly lay in our own hands? How else could we be induced to evolve beyond the biochemical dictates of the ancestral primate pack than to focus upon ourselves, and ask the simple seminal question; what do we really want?

There were doubtless many other, less destructive methods of achieving the beginnings of an awareness of our true nature and potential; but the Immortals work with the tools available at hand, painting schema not upon virgin canvas but on recycled palimpsests of forgotten pasts. The entire Earth has become a template upon which we all illustrate the evidences of our passions, hopes, fears and desires, a Tree of Life scarred by the graffiti of our love.

The Great Work of enlightened masters and mistresses and all the naïve fools of yore has won us all a dawning awareness of the fundaments of reality itself. Even as combative gladiators continue to disport in global arenas and the cut and thrust of biological addictions propels legions of primates into superannuated fantasies of feudal religiosity and destructive conquest, a new age of dream weavers imagines a world without fear. The ancient pre-interglacial Vedas have always proclaimed and elucidated the real nature of reality, the now the truer heirs of all human advancement and folly realise the difficult path faced by our newly maturing collective consciousness – that we are responsible for all that occurs to us, for the physical world is literally made of mindstuff, and so are we.

We are all the stuff of each other’s dreams, our actions all parts of a multiplex shared artwork involving and evolving our little patch of the multiversal hologram of timespace into unheralded realms of probability.

The next Great Ice age is almost upon us. Can it be that the proven human proclivity for venting large amounts of ‘greenhouse’ gases into the atmosphere can modify certain consequences of the grand cycles of time? Are we creating a cushion that can soften the effects of living through time on a spinning ball that’s orbiting a variable flaming cauldron of plasma – a buffer that might alter the hitherto unaltered cycles of desiccating death? Could we be doing the right things for the wrong reasons? Or is a webbery of conscious entities directing the actions of most humankind, puppeteering the species onward and upward to greater glories – and more demanding tasks?

Is our current awareness of the ramifications of our actions a sign that the species is maturing? Can we learn to modify our experiments more consciously and to paint our passion plays with non-toxic pigments? Can we learn to trust each other – and learn that we are each other? Do we dare to deserve to survive?

Immortals work with the tools at hand. Self examination has always been the key to true enlightenment – and immortality – and all answers await within, at the silent centre of the cyclone. Why not go there right now?

- R.A.

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