I went to my favorite place, Bovina, New York, to share the eclipse with Gary, one of my best friends in the entire world. I’d bought the ISO 12312-2:2015 certified eclipse glasses on Amazon ( a pack of seven) a month ago, because I knew they’d be gone. We only got a partial eclipse, here in the Catskills, but still it was wonderful to watch. I am a sucker for anything that man and his kind did not create. As per the directions on the glasses you could only watch for three minutes at a time. That Gary and I, both of us in our 60’s, paid attention to the directions would not have happened 30 years ago. “WTF man, pass the bong.”
I felt intense pressure in the weeks before the eclipse. My insides were churning; old emotional patterns chomping at the bit to destroy the world I am actively creating, and the true self I am ever uncovering. Funny how old emotional patterns are originally set by familial externals, and created by soul for your own survival, until the day they turn on you. I think that’s why people hold onto old behavior, even when it’s killing them. The old ways of seeing, being, and feeling, are intricately connected to one’s survival within family and community.
I woke up early this morning, raring to go. I didn’t wake Gary, I wanted him to have a chance to sleep late. The Inn is hard work and he does it all himself. Every cell pulsating from the eclipse, I was on the road by 7 am. The mountains were covered with fat strokes of patchy fog and thick mists. A mile or so of rain, maybe two or three of drizzle, back to rain, and the sun behind clouds turning edges pink and lavender. A fox ran across the road. My heart ached with the beauty, and my heart ached with a deep sadness that knows no end. Not for the first time I wondered what is so lacking in the culture that it is perfectly all right to destroy beauty for profit.
There’s something about staying small. We’re programmed to stay small. God forbid, people should be aware of the power with which they were born to create their lives and their world. Despite appearances even those who excel within the culturally defined paradigm of success stay small. So often that success becomes who they are. In other words, it is anchored in externals. Take those externals away and what are you? A clear-cut mountain. Strip mined. Clearly, if you are a success, as defined by the culture, then your entire life is invested in keeping the paradigm, against which human beings judge themselves, intact.
I’m all for success but as a spoke of my wheel, not the hub. I know how much courage it takes to step outside the paradigm. My inner circle does too. One of the ways this has impacted me most profoundly, over the last 15 years, is my ever deepening understanding of the surface world, the dueling worlds of Huffington Post and Breitbart, and how the parts connect and feed each other. Each side is so into the feed, the argument, that the puppet masters fully invested in the profit game, which the narrative is meant to hide, are overlooked. There’s an unconscious collusion between the population and the narrative, expected and planned for by the puppet masters of profit, in much the same way there’s an unconscious collusion between self and programming, dictated by community, family, and belonging.
The majority of us are programmed to fit in, to answer the needs of the wounded families that birthed us, and to support the social structures that are the foundation of the culture. Most human beings are not programmed to uncover their true selves and use their power to create their worlds. Nothing terrifies the puppet masters of profit more than a bunch of aware, authentic people coming together to overthrow the systems of power, that are destroying humanity and the planet. That’s why it’s so important they keep control of the narrative; either or, right versus left, and make it as ugly as possible.
And it is ugly, people hating and killing each other is ugly, and we as a people are more and more polarized everyday. It’s happening, it is not a figment of your imagination, and if you know anything about history, polarization always precedes social change. Someone will no doubt write me and say, are you saying we shouldn’t protest, and no that’s not what this lefty, progressive feminist is saying at all. Resist, protest; make as much noise for humanity as you can. But don’t get so caught up in your rage, indignation, and intellectual superiority that you skip looking at what’s underneath; at what gives rise to what. Rage is a result of powerlessness; a daily pounding of incidents that prove repeatedly how powerless you actually are. What is the point of being kept powerless? Who benefits? As ever, follow the money.
I am forever struck by the systems of power with which people collude, whether personal, professional, or emotional. Then again, we are programmed to collude. And in the collusion people are held hostage by their victimhood, and well on the way to becoming that which they are fighting. It's not just about overthrowing the powers that be. Please don't misunderstand me, they need to be overthrown, but equally important is what are we are going to create in its place. If we don't ask ourselves that question, sit with that question, the very same thing will be created all over again.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools.
P.S. Though I was middle aged when I started writing and administering MAWT, at 65 I'm pretty sure I'm too old to call myself middle aged!
I am now elder woman talking.
Art: WOMEN OF THE WORLD UNITE Cheryl Braganza Canada