Apocalypse Pending...
- Chris Cackley
- Mar 17
- 1 min read
The wind , in its heightened exuberance , is rattling the metal roof .
The rain's falling sideways .
Storm is brewing . Mother Nature's dancing.
No electricity for the last 12 hours...no wifi , cable or phone .
The only communication available now is: face to face, mind to mind , soul to soul , heart to heart...all the essential modes of being human.
I drive towards the ocean , before darkness becomes total , looking for Noah's Yacht .
The police have locked the access gates. There's no one on the shoreline . No boats at sea.
It's spectacularly deserted .
The Wind Rain Being teaches us about our place in the planetary pecking order.
Creating a brief pause in our global ascendancy .
In this communications pause , we are offered a reset switch .
Just breathe . With full awareness . No distractions .
Some myths say that the Ancients lived for 300 years .
They knew the secrets of oxygen...the rituals of respiration.
Atmospheric wisdom .
Each of us breathes our way forward , whether we realize it or not.
Breath by breath . The abundant availability of oxygen makes this possible , for everybody .
Call it our common denominator . The equalizer .
Breathing together, continuously, as One Tribe, One Pronoun ... we empower ourselves , and don't need to dominate our Neighbors.
Our survival is linked to oxygen , not to darwinian domination .
Breathe as if your life depends upon it.
