I’ve been thinking about us—humanity—the last couple of days, and what a Golden Age would really look like. I’ve wondered for a long time why we pick an idea or a person or two to follow, and so willingly forfeit our common sense, or why we act like sheep and cower before dictators? We must be courageous to lead any movement to undo false, blowhard power; and we must be prepared to replace it with something better.
And why do some of us think we’re so much better than others of us? Why is survival of the fittest, fastest, strongest, richest—whatever—still so instinctive with us? Why is my survival not as important as yours, or as our next door neighbors, or those in a faraway land? We are each born with Love-seeds within (our souls), and you can see them shining in us after disasters, but otherwise, we are prone to protecting our territories. When I was a homeowner, I put up a fence for two reasons: to have an enclosed area for my young children and our pets, and to stop unknown people from walking into our yard and passing right by our windows, which really bugged me. I think trust is really hard for us.
Yet, native Indians teach that the land, minerals, the water, the sky, the trees, plants and creatures all belong to the Great Mystery and our place is to feel and express gratitude for the gifts of our lives and all other life. Before us white-skinned people took over the north American continents, shelters were built next to each other in a community of people who cared for and helped each other. Survival of the community was the heart of the matter. Won’t that idea be central to a new Golden Age, a time of enlightened behavior? Where will we draw the lines of mine and yours, or will everything be ours? What about the entrepreneurial spirit? Won’t we always want to ‘make it better?’ Are these decisions social, political or spiritual? If we have the heart to reverse the damage to our planet, we’re going to have to decide.