The Arc of the moral universe is long, it bends toward Justice, and that's Doom for the human species. The loving soul is saved from this, not materially, but in life experience, of Joy, by being the will of creator, loving all of creation.
"You are a prophet in our times, James. Our sometimes, very sad times. I understand . Believe me, I understand. Don’t give up hope, my most beloved badger friend! Let me know where to send some cash. Winter is coming! And there are more of us out there. We get too busy and distracted and fail to watch out for our brother and sister."
She also wrote," you are a mess, but a great and ancient soul." I replied, takes one to know one. She replied, " haha!"
James: Actually, that's really strategically true. Takes one to know one. That's why our work is to be one as intensely as we can because it might reawaken that knowledge, that's soul, in another soul. I absolutely believe that's really our entire work. At least it will give the opportunity for joy to another individual, misery, but Joy, and if many were to wake up in time that's the only way. The rest is details.
Sister: Yep. People need models same as you see JC and Gandhi as models. You are a model for persistence through thick or thin, rain, sleet or snow. You raised the bar, little badger!
James: Several days before what I thought would be five years in prison for being arrested at Standing Rock, James realized once and for all he has no hope. And every day since then these recent years has reaffirmed that objectively, objectively, in truth, there is no hope. Because there are not a fraction of the people with Souls still alive to use the technology that we have in abundance to save a habitable future for the children and grandchildren. There is no basis for hope.
But there is a basis for devoting every waking breath to the work of attempting to inflame one's own soul and thereby maybe ignite and or protect the soul in another. Why do so? For the joy of it, and the joy it just might restore to another soul. And if there was a way of wakening Hope beyond that, it would be down this exact path.
And to this she added: "Yep. People need models same as you see JC and Gandhi as models. You are a model for persistence through thick or thin, rain, sleet or snow. You raised the bar, little badger!"
James reply: takes one to know one
I don't recall ever feeling more hopeless than I do at the moment about the future for humankind and creation. During the 35 days on the road I was forced to escape the many many hours a day looking at what is happening in the world, Palestine in particular, but Syria, United States, well, pretty much everywhere. In the last 3 weeks I have been able to devote many hours a day, as I have, looking at things square in the face.
Early on felt moments of elation with words from Francis on his current tour, but in the last several days I have seen him gravitating toward meaningless dogmatic doublespeak and there by diluting his earlier, crystal clear message, of living universal family.
Several days ago there was a physical attack on the vehicle where I store it at night stealing $200 worth of electronics that are useless to anyone but me. A grim reminder of what hideous creatures we've devolved to in this loveless, godless, lost... culture. Yes, this victimizer was undoubtedly poor, probably homeless. More deadly by far are the ultra wealthy vulturous creatures on Capitol Hill.
Yesterday I was subject to a withering verbal attack by a psycho in the shelter.
At the moment I can't think of a more sane, moral applicable tale than that of Don Quixote. The only hope is for personal salvation in this life from living the material and spiritual hell that is earth today. To do so by fighting the unwinnable fight, dreaming the impossible dream, fighting when the odds are impossible.... Yes, truly, with no hope of winning.
Responsible people need to stop figuring out what others need to do and look in the mirror and figure out how to redouble what they do. Life is not a spectator sport. Life is not playing imaginary chess with the lives of world leaders. Life is the messy, impossible, hopeless pursuit of what one can do individually as pitiful as that may be.