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Beau's avatar

Great read! - essentially more observant, articulate, and thorough than most all the politically oriented blogging that interminably circulates the webosphere these days. Your post here covers more ground in one place than anything else I've seen lately, and certainly with more art (artists historically have always lead the way with their vision!)! Thanks for nailing it so eloquently!!

To wit:

"By its own fluid, the caterpillar’s body dissolves within the chrysalis to metamorphose into the butterfly. The chaos that has recently emerged on all of Earth, is the ‘fluid’ now dissolving humanity as we know it, within our global ‘chrysalis’. We the ‘Conscious Creatives’, are the imaginal cells building the new evolved Whole World out of the formless solution that chaos continues to make of us, as it expands and envelopes virtually all of humanity. It is time we redirect technology toward the truly ORGANIC evolution we so desperately need, arrest our descent to extinction, and manifest a paradigm that transcends our shortcomings."

https://bohobeau.net/2021/01/29/whole-world/

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Plombariola14's avatar

Anecdote alert; My father once gave me advice, upon leaving grade school to start high school (in Canada we have k-8 and 9-12/13). He challenged me to graduate without the principal ever learning my name (plus perfect attendance, nearly achieved). Meaning, stay off his radar, which I did. Our vice-principal (a tiny fierce local woman) however monitored my vast input, much to my deep chagrin. Alarmingly, when I returned to town with four offspring in tow, she recognized me after 20+yrs, instantly extending a warm invitation to bring them along to her multi-generational family farmstead. She'd never married, had no children, but was recognizable by every student who ever entered our 1500 student collegiate institute. It had never dawned on me, that she would remember any of us. After abandoning rural-mania for big city lure in the 1980s, it was overwhelming to learn that her welcome back to town held us in such high esteem. It, more than any other interaction, brought my small town back to me. Peg didn't make me feel like a leper or a traitor, having flown the coop for college and beyond. She reflected an unwritten rule of our rural town, to take care of its own. Emotional and surprising, to say the least. Point being, folks are often not how we remember them, if their restricted territory was 'on the job' aloof to all but kith and kin. Yes, she was older, but the same calm cannon I remembered as a teenager. She held the beating vibrant heart of the town in her hand. Lub dub. Lub dub. Never take a 'luddite' community for granted. It brims with visceral forgiveness.

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