07/29/2025
This
is not a poem about a dream,
though it could be.
This is a poem about the world
that is ours, or could be.
---Mary Oliver
"5 A.M. in the Pinewoods"
In ancient Irish lore, there was a centuries-old conflict that constantly brewed between the Tuatha de Danaan and the Fomorians. The Danaans ruled Ireland as a masterful and elegant race known for their spiritual prowess, their artistic skills and their genius. The Fomorians were a dark and beastly horde that lived in the middle of the sea. They were hideous creatures, said to be only partially formed, having either one eye, one leg or one arm They were drawn only to war and destruction, and from time to time, they would raid the Irish coast and destroy the beautiful creations of the Danaans, for no other reason than to simply upset the proper order of things.
Though the Tuatha de Danaan were endlessly pestered by the Fomorians, they never feared them. They made attempts to peacefully coexist with them--which invariably failed--but they never fell into despair over the constant threat and torment the Fomorians visited on them. The Fomorians were part of their world, and if anything, their presence made the Danaans strive ever harder towards mastery.
When I was given this month's message from the helping spirits, I thought about these two ancient races--one striving to destroy, the other striving to create--and how the Earth's story is still in that constant and perpetual swing. The pendulum, for us, seems to shift unexpectedly, but I wonder if that's really true:
"As you look at the world around you now, you might think that what you are seeing is something new. It is not new. This overt cruelty, greed, disregard and corruption have always been there. More in disguise, perhaps, not so loud or impossible to ignore, as it is now, but, always, nevertheless, there.
You might wonder how such inhumane actions and sentiments can garner a following. How so many become indoctrinated so quickly. How so many can be blinded to what is crystal clear to your eyes. The answer is because it has always been so. It has always been present. It just has, until recently, been denied a large stage from which to speak.
And now, it has come forward. It has declared itself. It has said: I am here and this is my intention. It has laid out its plans fearlessly and without disguise.
If you are shocked, it is because you must be shocked. The veil must be lifted and the scales must fall from your eyes. You can no longer live quietly in denial, content that what is unsavory and dangerous will be carefully swept under the rug for you so that you won’t have to contend with it. You can no longer believe in the smallness or powerlessness of the destructive and chaotic.
Humans, in the galactic scheme of things, are young. And like naïve and brazen youth, they can sometimes think they will live forever. They can believe they are indestructible, and that they can secure and guarantee their indestructibility so long as they play their cards right. As long as they back the right horse. They just assume the Earth will continue and continue and that it does not require their care, their reverence, or their foresight. They do not see tomorrow; they only see today. They do not even understand the meaning of consequence.
And so, they are learning now. That is why they are here, behaving as they are: raging, raging, raging.
And, that is why you are here, doing what you can to hold back the storm. These two sides of humanity: the blind and the seeing; the compassionate and the vain; the destructive and the nurturing. They are both here—in force—right now, because they need to be. Because this is the standoff that is called for. The question that hangs in the air for every single human on the planet: which way do you choose?
Of course, the careless and destructive ones, the entirely self-serving, will say that they are the protective and caring ones, they are the ones in the right, the ones to be trusted. That is not new either; that is an ancient script which has been used to dupe and disempower for centuries. And centuries.
So be careful. Protect your sovereignty. Your sovereignty is the most precious gift you have; that is why it is the Golden Fleece in this battle. It is the most sought-after prize of the ambitious and the greedy. Why? Because with your sovereignty in their pocket, they can do anything.
Be self-governing! It is time to listen to your heart, and not your head. It is time to go within, as they say, and ask yourself: what are my principles? What do I believe in? What is the world I want to live in? Enter your own place of stillness and generate from there the world you wish to be part of.
Then, give that world your full attention and love. Give that world your imagination and your trust. Your belief and your conviction.
If you give your attention and your fear to a dark and cruel world—even if that is what you see happening around you—then you have handed over the most precious and desired prize of the ruthless and unconscionable—your sovereignty. And with it, goes your power. Your imagination. Your grace. All hope and promise of peace.
What you fear, you lend power to. What horrifies and torments you becomes magnified under your focus and attention. You think that by keeping an eye on the destructive forces present now, analyzing them, lining up all the facts, the twists and turns, that you are protecting yourselves and your future from collapse. But the opposite is actually true—whatever you give your emotional focus to increases.
And yet, to ignore or turn your attention away from all the horror and inhumanity around you would seem unforgivably cruel and unconscionable, would it not? It is not about hiding your head in the sand; it is about choosing with intention the brand of attention you choose to extend. Love, not fear. Hope, not despair. Compassion, not guilt. Gratitude, not pity. Grace, not anger.
The tide is turning. It always does. The world is changing, yes, but it is changing because you are changing. You, first. You don’t change in response to the world; it changes in response to you. So, what will you choose to do differently then, today and tomorrow and the next day? If you want a different world, you must be different than who you were yesterday. You must be a lover and a champion of that changing world. You must see it, greet it, celebrate it.
Otherwise, all those you see suffering in the world have no hope. It is too much to expect them to gather together their strength, their optimism, their vision—they are too embattled. But you can. You have been given the freedom and sovereignty to build something better. So, use it! Create and step into the world you want to see, taste it, feel the sweet embrace of it. Feed it. Talk about it.
Rather than bemoaning the world that is, celebrate the world that can be. Only this will bring it into being."
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