"Book of Days": May 2019

Saturday, May 25, 2019

"Night"

I'm in my bedroom in the dark watching the Moon set. In the last second it seems to slightly flare.

Good night...loves ya all.

"Faerie Eggs, & Faerie Babies"

The Seasons are turning again. Soon will come Summer, and life will bloom bright in the few Natural spaces left on our World. Deep in the unspoiled woodlands Faerie eggs are stirring.

In this the "Wee Folk" are like of all things the platypus. The Faerie Queen carries eggs. They are brought forth with much sacred Ceremony in late Summer, and with still more wonders hatch in early Spring.

Is this a weird, and wonderful Biosphere or what.

You Cultural Veterans out there will remember "Paradise Now" as the name of a Swell Brave Brilliant Fun Life Changing play by the "Living Theater" back in the Sixties. That plea still echo's loudly in our society.

The "Blue Wave" of Women when they took control of Congress in the 2018 elections. That was the latest, and successful expression of that desire.

A world where all is shared, and introspection is a given.

In the West at least we've been trying to bring such a world about for some centuries now. At least since the Peasant Revolts of the middle ages.

Thanks to the Enlightenment the founding of the United States of America is an inconsistent ongoing try. The attempted revolutions of the 19th, and 20th centuries...sadly just made things worse.

The 17th century Diggers of Britain. Google them folks. Perhaps the Great Grand Parents of assorted Utopians since...Hippies early Civil, and Sexual Rights movements, and bunches of weird artists, and various sorts of visionaries', and nutters with hearts of gold.

Hakim Bey Allen Ginsberg James Baldwin Walt Whitman, and Harry Hay among many others known, and unknown come to mind.

Them diggers like the recent Beatniks Civil Rights folks Hippies Occupiers, and Blue Wavers.

They all wanted the goods produced to be held in common,...the land too.

Basically all should be happy, and free no one should live in want. The whole messy lot of us should share, and help all around us, and basically have a good time.

The Christians started out this way before they became a religion, and started burning books, and people at the stake.

Pessimists would say that "We can Dream it, but still can't Do it". I think that Paradise is hard. Hard to dream, and Hard to make...not impossible, just Hard.

Making the Atomic bomb was hard too.

However with total dedication, and the use of vast resources they made the damned thing,...and then plenty more of them. The maniacs have been refining it all ever since.

Imagine...remember the song?

Imagine if that sort of dedication vast resources, and some Pixie Dust were put towards the "Paradise Project".

I like that: "The Paradise Project"

Unlike the Manhattan Project nothing would be secret it would all be out in the open for all to see, and if they wanted to help with.

"Hey what are you folks doing?"

"...eh,...building the Golden Age,...I think...wanna help?

That's what we're doing. That's what thoughtful folks have been part of knowing or not all these centuries That's what we have to keep at no matter what.