The Fall of the Human Empire

There will soon be a period of mourning as we awaken to what we have done to each other and to our planet. During this period of mourning we will grieve the lost ones, the races, species and plants; we will grieve the injured and the maimed, the scars left by mankind’s abuse of power and control, scars on humanity and scars on the face of our dear Mother Earth.

To awaken to this is to awaken to a nightmare and find oneself in hell, a hell of our own making and one whose end is not as easy as the awakening itself and will involve many years of devoted recompense and toil until we understand what we have done and how to avoid its recurrence. It is not only the governments and the corporations but we the people who have sat silently back and let this happen, turning a blind eye time after time, we who treasure our comfortable lifestyles and conveniences the real cost of which is way beyond the money we pay for them since it costs us our very humanity and our connection with nature, with all there is.

As I slowly awaken to my own responsibility, my role in this, I see it is everywhere, pervading almost every aspect of my life from the clothes I wear to the tools I use in my daily life, from my hygienic home environment to the roads I travel and the means by which I do so. Indeed, there is little I do that is not part of this complex, almost ubiquitous web of exploitation and abuse. I cannot handle it all in one go, so overwhelming would it be, but just one step at a time: for me, it started with a deep sadness at all the detritus of a well-packaged and branded material addiction, all the plastic bottles, bags and cartons piled ever higher and buried in shallow graves, forever a testament to this era, perhaps the darkest period in human history, an era we once thought so advanced (“You’ve never had it so good”!).

I suppose the Romans must have felt equally arrogant in their glory until their Empire fell about their ears. So now we face the Fall of the Human Empire and from what remains will be sculpted a land of Pan, a garden of Eden, inhabited only by those who now stand for something better and respect the true sources of our abundance and surrender to it our need to control and dominate.

Standing back from this piece, it is interesting to note that my last few blog entries, drawn from my inner self without conscious thought, have repeatedly shown the folly of our current world and lifestyle and the need to stand for something altogether better and more enlightened.