In Resurrection Part I, I wrote about the old, stagnant system dying, so that something new can arise. This will not happen, however, without action on our part. ‘Our’ here, refers to those of us, myself included, who continue to feed the beast with our precious energy. The time for action is now and there could be no more perfect time than Spring, when sap is rising and compost of the old that decayed and rotted, during a long, hard Winter, serves new growth.
I wondered before, whether there was enough desire to bring something new into being; if there were enough of us who truly want a better world for ourselves and generations to follow. Since the solar eclipse on 8th April last, I am in no doubt that this is, indeed so. It feels to me as though an intense and prolonged labour, peaked around that time and New Earth was birthed, alive and well. Now, it is up to us to inhabit it, to embody it as fully as possible, each of us in our own inimitable way.
If this endeavour is to succeed, self-responsibility will play a crucial role in removing ourselves from the malignant breast of the Matrix. First, it is necessary to become aware of all the ways in which, we have bound ourselves to a system that no longer serves and evidently, has so much potential to harm.
Eternal growth in a forest eco-system, without decay and its life-giving compost, would strangle any hope for new shoots. It is no less so in other systems. Something must give way. An old tree dies and falls, thereby creating space for new growth and since the saying ‘nature abhors a vacuum’, is a truism, new life rushes in to fill that space quickly.
I see this happening all around me, in the burgeoning of new communities of people, forming around this land and elsewhere, to usher in the new through harnessing ancient wisdom and marrying it to modern knowledge. Where a few years ago, I felt despair, excitement pulses through me now, like sap rising to greet the sun. I feel joy when I see people coming together to create healthy, thriving communities, joined by a desire for a better world. This is the world I wish to live in.
As the new takes root, it is my great hope that more of us will withdraw from the crumbling structure of the Matrix entirely, removing its creaky tentacles one by one. Eventually, it will die from lack of sustenance, through withdrawal of our energy and attention. This is where action is required because we must actively withdraw, rather than passively continuing to be a part of it.
Thoughts and words are precursors to action. If we believe we have no choice and say things like ‘that’s just the way it is’ or ‘ever was it thus’, then, like a judge, we condemn ourselves to remain in what is fast-becoming a hellish prison. If, however, we come to understand that we always have choice through our thoughts, words and deeds, then we can grasp the keys to freedom and finally deliver ourselves from evil.
Let us choose this re-birth then, with every thought, word and deed, so that we re-imagine ourselves as co-creators of a new Garden of Eden. I’ll meet you there…
i carry my own
The distance between two points
far as a heartbeat - near as eternity
a journey taken on faith
needing no church confession
to right all wrongs at the wave of a wand
with a timely intercession.
Take away my sins, the repentants cry
too late for saving, too early to die
and still do not see the folly
of absolution through another - man or creature
without any sign of i.
Enter the box, where no-thing exists
except a wooden crucifix
confess my sin for penance received
leaves no need to carry my own
up a long, lonely hill, on the path of Truth
where only i can atone.
Thus, I believe I can pay my way
find another route through the maze
'spiritual bypass' in common parlance
straying down yellow-brick road
that seemed so easy upon first glance
though what glitters is not always gold.
For a sea is a sea in any language
and its ferryman must be paid
with gold of heart not easily mined
when soul has been gravely betrayed.
Dressed in robes of splendour
this ferryman sits at the gate
crowns on his head, which open a door
to the Kingdom of God, it's alleged
yet his eyes tell a different story
opaque and clearly dead.
I try to bargain to save my soul
but the scene is already set
as ferryman smiles his deathly smile
and says, "It's too late to repent."
There are only two choices on offer:
To Hell or be born again.
The road less travelled is the one i must take
if i is to be redeemed
and though years in the maze
have taken their toll
i stand as a true believer.
© Áine Fortune 2024