To the powerful

Dear gentlemen, ladies,

I would like to talk to you on this modest occasion about your position, and the truth of all of your status.

You have to know, that man is nothing more than a feeble building upon the might of god. In the midst of the glory of nature, we erect our buildings and construct our cities, and we make a boundary around them, so that nature is on the other side. We are indeed, on the other side of nature.

Still there is not a moment that we are not in the midst of Her, and there is not a time that we are not Her children, fed and nourished by the kind breath of her breast. There is not a medicine in the world, that does not find its roots in earthly matters, and there is no food without the plant, the beast. Even to construct our homes and our stores, our factories and all of our modern toys and technology, we have to borrow from the Earth and ask for Her gentle gift, which we receive, ever without a question.

Feeling sometimes like masters of the universe, we can never forget we are forever its child. Perhaps every child at one point wants to be bigger than its parents, but it is a complex we should not forever suffer from.

Do we really need to master our Mother, the Earth ? Do we need to enslave Her, hurt Her, kill Her, sicken Her ? And what about Her gifts to us all, Her ever growing love for humanity, in which She gives of Herself, and shares Herself, like an eternal blossom and forever fruit, to Her dear offspring, to perhaps the dearest of her creation ? Should we punish such a being, and be hard on it ? Where does our attitude come from ? What about the thanks, what about humility, what about happiness and gratitude, what about the sanctity of receiving such an honor ? Should we not forever be grateful that we receive so much without question, without a question or prerequisite ? Should we not feel blessed with the world, should we not adore our Mother ? Why do we hurt Her, why do we whip Her, why do we rape and demolish Her, why do we hate Her so much ? What is there to fear ? Our life ? Do we fear ourselves ? Perhaps we should…

For a mother could not want but wisdom for her child, and so the Earth urges us to be wise, and to share in Her examples of kindness and great heartedness. She wants to see us kind to each other, as She is kind to us. She wants us to love one and other, as She loves all of us. She would perhaps, only want us to be just like Her, a flowering in freedom, in surrender, in giving, in laughter, in the endless greatness of the sunny sky. For the Earth is peace, the Earth is a miracle. She is a thousand things and more, She is the spider and the monkey, She is the rain and the thunder, She is the lightning and the light, She is the tiger, She is the deer, She is so much to all of us, and She is so very near. Why do we distance ourselves so much from Her, why do we need to be apart ? Do we really want to separate ourselves from the giving of Her bosom, do we want to live alone ? Need it be, that we go live on Mars, need we dwell on living on the Moon ? What is there for us, but a distance, a painful and unlivable distance from the Earth, our home, the source of all our being ?

We humans do not want to know our Mother, we want to be our selves. We want to be apart, we want to define ourselves, and make it on our own. This is an ambition every person feels at some point in his life. The need to carve out a mask for himself, and play games with it in the all of the social world around him. To be free to choose one’s destiny, to be a self-made man. I can do what I want, he says, I can be anything I choose. This may have a certain valor, but I think one can never be so foolish as to think one could really live without food, without shelter, without medicine, without friends, without the rest of the world. There are limits, and there are preconceptions, prerequisites, conditions. There is a starting point that is given, there is a vantage point that must be kept in honor, there is a stance, an original position, that should be kept in mind. Man can set out on a journey, but not reckless, and never ill prepared. And one must be conscious of reality, and man must be aware of his own limits. There is no use for running into a wall, unless we are insane.

Is this not what mankind is doing these days ? He puts so much pressure on his Mother, that she is exhausted even before the year is through. She is depleted from all of his demands, and never does he stop demanding. When will she refill Herself, when will She regain Her powers, when can She come to Her inner balance, and find Her strength again ? Man does not care, man demands, man wants, man is on a journey to become something and be someone and he is running into a wall. He is forgetting his preconditions, he is forgetting his limits, he does no longer see reality. This makes me afraid, this looks to me like an insane man, who is out to hurt himself. Who will shield man from himself, who will teach him caution, awareness, and a sense of reality once again ? Who will show him limits, and the wisdom of growing up in harmony with the world around him ?

Man is blind, man is ruthless. He sees nothing, and hears nothing. He only knows what he wants, and how it must be for him. And if that means that other people are hurting and dying, and if that means he has to terrorize and vandalize his own Mother, it means nothing to him. Man is a criminal, when he no longer knows his Home, and pays no recognition to the love that is forever feeding him. Man is loved, but that is exactly why he should know peace. Does he not realize he is loved ? Can he only want forever more, must he have forever more, will he never be content ? Man speaks about the being of economy, and how it should be forever growing, man thinks the world is all about the money, and wants to rebuild the mountains from it. Man has dreams of greed, man has wishes of insanity. Man should be kept safe from himself, the insane man at least. He is not reasonable for sure, and he is out of touch with reality.

I am most inspired by the wisdom and insights from psychoanalysis, where it is said that what is repressed, never dies however. We can tame the ox, we can domesticate the horse, and we can slaughter and rape our fellow man, but the soul, the soul never dies, the soul never loses hope, the soul always keeps the vision, the original vision, of truth and peace, the longing for expression and equality. And the soul, it is said in psychoanalysis, forever returns in every way She can. The soul insists, and I think this is not a form of punishment, but just an attempt for harmony, for there to be balance and true life, not the building of illusion, but the simplicity of truth, the authentic life that is so often torn and twisted, so often subdued for what ? For a son that wants to rape his Mother, for a Child that vandalizes and murders all his family, for a man that tries to live apart from nature.

I think nature is the soul, much of it anyway, and nature is the Earth, nature is the animals, nature is the plants, the rain, the thunder, nature is the mountain and the fire, nature is two birds making love, nature is a snake and nature is a dolphin playing. Nature is so much, and nature for sure is all of us. There is no way man can claim that he does not belong to nature. He does not wish to belong to it, he wants to live alone, he wants his isolation, he needs his distance, but this has grown too far. In the end, does mankind really have a chance without the world, can one man make it without another ? In the beginning, people formed tribes, because they could not live alone. Should we not, after all this time and after all these centuries, unite with nature, if we see that we cannot make it on our own ? Should we not form a bond with Her, should we not marry Her, should we not kiss Her and make love to Her ? For sure there is a difference between making love to our Mother and merely raping Her. Where do you think, lies the profanity ?

There are many people, gathering in the shamanic spirit, who hold rituals for the Earth. Who pray to Her and try to comfort Her, who try to heal Her. And from your superior point of stance, gentlemen, ladies, these people are cast aside as being mere fools and utterly insane. Is it sick to talk to your dog, are you mad when you kiss a rabbit, when you cuddle a kitten are you to be locked up ? For such spirit is the spirit that we need, the spirit of love, of honor, of celebration and of gratitude, such spirit is the spirit of the Earth, it is celebrating the unity of love between a Mother and her child. Such spirit is where man is true, perhaps a little bit insane, but is he sick, when he calls a butterfly so beautiful ? Or is he sick when he declares his brother death, sentences his sister to mere famine and his mother to starvation ? What then, should we care about ? What is the spirit, to be honored ?

For I fear, dear superior ladies and high gentlemen, that your world of money and of forever isolation, is nothing that a violent violation of the truth that should fill our homes. The truth of the tree, the truth of the river, the truth of the fish who live there, the eagle that eats them, in the end, the truth of you and me. The we are one, that we are bound together, and that our lives can never exist apart. The first people knew this, the first to walk the earth. They knew unity, the unity of the tribe, the unity of life and their bond with nature. They knew their place in the world, they knew a home and a sweet caring surrounding. Their medicine came from the Earth, their food came from the Earth, their clothes and shelter all came from the Earth. There was no way to be apart, there was no means of isolation. Did they want to walk the moon, did they need to live on Mars ? I think they were grateful for so much. But we have lost our gratitude, we have in so many ways lost the bonds of our connection. Our food is made in industries, our clothing comes from factories, our medicine comes from laboratories. We have started to give birth to ourselves, like testtube babies we bring forth ourselves, we are no longer the offspring of our Mother, nature. But still our factories come from Her, still our industries live in Her, still her laboratories get their stuff from Her. We can never succeed is standing all apart, we can never give rise to ourselves, we can never map out a journey where we can just forget about the world.

Would it be wise to neglect the life around us, would it be wise to walk into a wall ?

For I think that is what is bound to happen, in the all of our superiority. We live with blindfolds on, we live with headphones on, we do not hear the traffic, we do not see the stop signs. We move like insane beings, who are to be observed, and are under observation from psychologists like me, and whose behavior seems highly delusional, and unsafe to begin with. People like you are highly dangerous, and should mind very much not to take the other with them. That you may hurt yourself, I nearly wish, so you would learn, and take the blindfolds off, and for once put down your headphones, and see the signs, and awaken to the rush hour traffic. You no longer notice your surroundings, you simply ignore the world you live in, but you speak of progress, and of standards, life, of comfort and security, you speak of your money and well being. But you speak not of the Earth, you speak not of your Mother, you speak not of your sister, and you speak not of your brother. Do you have no family ? Are you alone with all your money, comfort and well being ? O how I pity you in all your self delusion ! You are very strange. You see nothing, yet are comfortable, you are alone, and call that luxury. Should we all turn blind and lonely, and will we then be comfortable like that ? Or should we open our eyes, and like a child, find play and wonder in the world, find a miracle in a beetle, find rapture in a river stream, build castles in the sky and be in love when the sun goes under. Should we be alone and blind, is that what you are saying ? Do you preach insanity, is there no truth left in your being ? For we are not alone, all of us are family, and we are not blind, we are awake and we can see the sky, and we can feel the heartbeat that we live by. We know truth, and truth lives not in insanity. About insanity we wonder, and for sure about you mr President, we have our questions, and we are forever curious about the zest of your maneuvers, but can we call it sanity, or should we lock you up for sure. Until your eyes can see again, until your ears can hear, until you can ride again, as we all long, one day, to do.

Should the superior be in therapy, so as not to hurt themselves, and if they are taken other people with them, in their wars, in their downfall, in their rage and murdering insanity, should they not be locked up pretty strong, pretty secure, should the Earth preach for security ? For the system is a danger to the Earth, capital is murder, and the rich are sick and doomed. They should be put away, in isolation as they wish, where they see nothing anymore, as they so long. But to kill the world forever more, and to rape their Mother, and to kill their sister, and to starve their brother, is it not unsafe to let them forever more behave this way ? Are they not a danger, unto all of us, our family, our life ? Are the rich not terrorists, are they not criminally insane ? And after all the observation, what therapy, what means to do something about it ? It they are steering the cab we ride in, if they are the ones driving the bus, we should evict them and get ourselves behind the wheel, for the sake of all of us, for the sake of our family, for the sake of the deer we do not want to hit, and the river we do not want to ride into. For the sake of not drowning, for the sake of staying alive, for the sake of our lungs, for our skin that is all we ever had, for our lives, we should evacuate the mad. We should get them from the building, we should lock them up for sure, where it will be as they dream of, lonely, blind, that they may find their comfort and well being, somewhere in a place of therapy.

And for the rest of us, is then the world again, the balance, the connection, the survival, the rite of pleasure, the honoring of the bond, the truth of unity. No more do we stand divided, no more do they drag us down, into the insanity of war, into the lies of murder. No more will we destroy the heart that feeds us, no more will we whip our Mother or rip our brother. No more will there be then danger, no longer will we live in fear. Cause fear comes not from the world, fear comes from oppression, fear comes from the hand that takes our breath, fear comes from the ones that suppress us, fear comes from observing the rich. And it is a fear, that we should hear. It is a fear that is advising the Mother as to her son. It is a fear that wealth will hurt us, it is fear of to much taking and never anything to give, it is a fear of egoism, of superiority, of blind and idle misogany. It is fearing the criminal, but we should stand strong, and take the power back, and save the plane from crashing into the towers, save the boat from drifting down the waterfall. The insane can only take us with them, and if we never act from our insights and our heartfelt knowing, that we will all go down. We will go down at the hands of criminals, a mere second before they kill themselves. It is time to stop the crime, it is time for justice, it is time to mount our horses and raid the parliament, to take the liars from their mics and declare the life once again safe and saved.

Who will stop you, dear ladies and gentlemen, if not your brother, if not your sister, if not your Mother, who needs time, who needs her space, and who needs the love some crazy people offer her, some insane you say, you, the sick, who call the loving to the court. So upside down this world, such insane living. The killer shoots the savior down, as it was two thousand years ago, and all long for heroism, all long for a reversal of the role. Where is the savior who will ever take the criminal down, save all and assure that rest and peace are there already, that we need worry no more, that it was just a bad dream. Who will take down the nightmare, the slaughter of the Earth, who will collocate the blind and deaf, who will build a fence around the criminals, where they may kill each other, if killing is their dream, and where they are no longer part of nature, if that is their ambition, and where they can drive through all the stop signs that they want, as long as their is no bus load full of children to crash down with them. Who will isolate the crime, who will immobilize the sick, and why not, send them to Mars if they refuse the Earth, the living Mother, their dearest sisters and their closest brother ?

For there is an end to observation.

And the end is now.