When I lose perspective sometimes I check in with all that is to find direction again.Last night I read my cards (Motherpeace). Never before have I had all major arcana cards, but last night I drew the Fool (past), the High Priestess, reversed (present), the Star (future), and a Wheel of Fortune to clarify outcome. The reading offered some assurance that I'm on the right path.
A dream last night helped, too. I was visiting a wonderful old woman who lived in a stone house with stairs. She was under threat to be moved. When you looked out her window, you could see Multnomah falls. It was such a beautiful place. I felt sorry for her, but she told me she was fine, and that her house was worth millions of dollars, and no one could move her.
The end.
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That's a wonderful dream you had about the old woman. I was going to write you an email about how even if the planet is doomed it does us no harm as individuals to continue fighting and thinking we might win.
If the world is going to die and there's nothing we can do I don't see why we should deny ourselves the pleasure of our little insignificant "victories" while we ride out the last vibrations of complex life on this planet. Of course even that depends on us fighting, but at some point we just have to fight or our lives are wasted.
I am just one red blood cell in a body so large I can't even understand the way the whole thing works, but I will continue to serve the larger body until I'm suffocated or dried up by the shutting down of the body's pump. As long as I am still able to take in food and oxygen this community of life is not so dead that it can't provide for my needs and I am not so dead that I can't do my best to provide for the needs of the community of life which is still alive enough to feed me what I need to survive.
When I can no longer breathe the air, that is when I will know it's too late. Until then, even if the majority of the Earth turns to moonscape I will cling to and fight for my little corner of the community of life in hopes of preserving it and encouraging her spread.
Let the old woman in the stone house with stairs worry about the global macro, we should just be good little red blood cells and protect and enrich every part of the community of life we come into contact with until our short little servant lives are ended.
At least, that's my role. I'm sure the dreamgiver understands yours better than I ever could, but I wanted to say I'm feeling for you. I'm glad the dreamgiver has given you the strength to overcome your totally justified depression.
Many kind wishes,
Tyler
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