What I am optimistic about
The mighty Pacific is cross-dressing as a lake this morning.
The change from a few days ago is stunning to behold. From violent and unfriendly to humans, she is now a reflection of peace.
This is a good reminder that change can come to all things, even things that feel impossible.
Consider Syria. While we are yet to see if the change is for the better, a cruel regime was toppled with seeming ease. Let us not forget, though, the decades of protest, with those protestors playing the penultimate price on many occasions. How easy is it to forget that every dissenter made a difference? We must also pay homage to the timing. A seemingly perfect set of circumstances, at the prices of the lives of many so far removed. Like Ukraine.
If a body of water that has more power than most human-constructed things can move from violence to calm in days, then so can cultures.
For the body of water to do this, currents and winds from across the other side of the world make the difference, taking days or weeks to arrive. Weather forecasters do their best to read the signs. The signs are often there. The predicted timing is imperfect.
Let us read the signs. They are there for all to see.
A deep and systemic global hollowing out of the middle and lower financial classes, a hollowing that has been designed and seeded decades ago.
The global rise in the cost of living. No one individual government, which opposition governments like to claim. Rather, the structures of capital, corporations, political power, the rise of oligarchy, the monopolisation of all the dominant players of tech, media, mining, energy and pharmaceuticals.
Through a global cost of living crisis, the determined, resolute stirring of hate by the oligarchs and their puppet politicians – to keep people conquered and helpless, keep them divided.
A complete shunning of the urgency of addressing climate. Instead, the last gasp grab for money and power.
The relentless rise of authoritarianism and fascism – promoted as the solution to the problem of the ignored and hollowed-out people.
Our cultural, geopolitical Pacific equivalent is a mess, not hospitable for humans. The polarity is peaking, reaching breaking point.
But we are not done yet with pain and suffering. The finale will be brutal.
Only then, only after breaking people in the millions, billions, might the end of the perfect storm find a way to peace.
No, I am not optimistic about these next few years. What I am optimistic about is the ability of humans to rise through ashes. To topple the gold statue facsimiles of leadership, all glitter and greed.
I am also determined to have models, maps and tools forged through these current times that show a way through, out and forward. Where the sacredness of life is central to all. This is Syntropic World.
Photo Taken December 11th 2024, Article written December 11th 2024
