This morning, as I casually walked towards my car, on my quest to complete the supplies I need for the upcoming four week lock down commanded by our Governor, I was stopped on the spot by something different, The two of us, my ego and alter ego, start the never ending argument: “Weirdo”, says one ” Not so.” says the other. We stand, perfectly still, taking in the breeze, the flow of the leaves, the floating gray clouds. My mind and my senses start a search, just like I have done since I was a child. It’s similar to an internet search. I am actively scanning for things humans have forgotten that they can do. Suddenly the oddness is explained. A mental window opens and information flows like a waterfall. I just stand there with my hand on my car door waiting for the process to complete itself. The shift and difference I feel is the sadness of our sentient planet . Can’t tell you how I know, as much as I would like to, I just know. I am sure that I am not confusing my personal emotions with those picked up by my sensors. Our planet is profoundly sad. Why am I the person that feels it and is compelled to tell you? I don’t have the slightest idea. But there is no rest for me unless I convey this message. “Weirdo”, she says, How does one console a pained and saddened sentient planet? I wish I knew. I’m just the messenger.
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