Earth Day ad

Three days ago ( April 22 ) was Earth Day. I didn’t have the opportunity to talk much about it here, which is unfortunate. Earth Day has its use, even though I think it misses the whole point. Earth will most probably never die until the very end. Earth isn’t in danger yet. Earth saw it all. Earth has many scars to prove it. Earth received its share of cataclysms, but it has an extremely tough skin and humanity will die way before it does. It is us, the living beings who are guests to this planet. We, and the other living organisms inhabiting Earth, are the ones who are in danger. She removed dinosaurs from her surface and she can do the same to us anytime.

But still, I think that intentions count a lot, and I welcome almost any kind of ecological initiative, even this one. Here are two nice little ads that they made in the province of Quebec, Canada. I thought I could share it with you.

For those who do not understand french, it says: “Happy Birthday, Poor Planet”.

Boiling water

On this planet there are so many of us who are suffering, so many of us who need help, so many of us who are alone.

I feel so helpless sometimes, so powerless. I wish I was more than human. I wish I could heal all the wounds. I wish I could carry all those who are too weak to walk. I wish I could do so much more than what I do now.

Why is it, that all the stories involving heavenly and almighty beings have occurred a long time ago in the past? There are so many more of us now, so many of us who are desperate, so many who need sheltering, so many who need a hand. We need some magic in this world, but this world is so harsh and hostile that it reduces our imagination. Imagination is at its greatest when you are still naive. Who can claim their naive side is still intact in today’s world?

And if there is indeed a conscious god, somewhere… Is it testing us? Is this a trial, an experiment? If so, then shame on it. Because it is almighty and eternal. It does not know how it is to be weak and mortal. It cannot comprehend the suffering that we endure. And yet it watches us. It watches the destruction it has caused. Because yes, it is responsible for it. It created us. And if it is as almighty as people say, it could predict that we would come down to this. It knew we would hurt each other and hurt ourselves. It knew there would be thieves, rapists and murderers all over the planet. If it created everything, then it created wars. Some claim it made us equals, but there are people who live in harsher conditions than others. No, we are not equals. There is no equality in our world and we all know it.

Wake up. We have to change our ways. We have to reinvent ourselves. We have to help each other. We are connected. We are all one, if we want to. We have to ally. We have to congregate. We need to trust each other. We need to be who we are destined to be. We are the God. The God of the strong. The God of equality. We have the power inside us. It is sleeping. I feel it is about to wake up. I feel like we are all under pressure and that something is about to pop out of this. We’re like water boiling in a teapot. Like an air bubble underwater. Something is going to happen. Something has to happen.

But what will happen? What will trigger it? When will it happen? I wish I could know. I wish I could know.

There’s always hope

There’s always hope.

There’s always something good out there.

There’s always someone good out there.

There’s always something.

And I would dare say,

That even when there’s nothing.

There’s always hope that there’s going to be something coming.

And you know why?

Because,

There’s always hope.

Lack of balance

Today we discussed with our patient. We once again came back to his favorite subject, which is nature. He explained his love for nature in a deeper manner.

” When I am within nature, I am both lost and found. I am confused and, yet, I know exactly what to do and when to do it. Sometimes I feel like I own this forest, its trees and its animals because I am the smartest living being and that my species controls this planet… But a second later I believe that nature owns me and that I am part of it and that it is tolerating the humans until now.

  

I saw entire forests being cut down. I saw empty, desecrated mountains. I saw the raping of nature. I don’t know if it’s necessary… I always thought that some being made the trees just for us. When I think about the many properties of trees, I can’t but wonder if something put them there so we could evolve with their help. The trees are everywhere. You can burn them to cook food or to escape from the cold. You can use them as a construction material… And the leaves of the trees give us this healthy oxygen. The trees are practically everywhere, as if this being wanted to make sure we would always have them to build anew.

 

I encountered many wild animals during my life. I’ve seen things others will never see, which is a shame. Our ancestors used to connect with these animals. We would hunt them and feed on them, and sometimes they would hunt and feed on us. But nowadays, most of humanity lives isolated from these animals. Now the animals are lost, because we let them behind. We took their trees, so they cannot hide anymore. Sometimes the predators cannot find the animals they used to prey upon because of this.

 

My grandfather’s friend, an old indian, once told me about one of his many adventures in the wilderness in the beginning of the 20th century. He remembered encountering a wolf at the peak of its life. The wolf was strong, tall and massive. The indian, who was only 8 years of age, defied it by standing straight with his arms wide open. His life was in danger, for the lone wolf was strong enough to kill him. The wolf stood on its four legs for a minute, then sat. After a long moment of silence, the wolf turned its back on the boy and left.

 

I’ve never experienced such a thing. Nowadays, the wolves are very rarely seen. They are weak and pitiful. Their fur is wet, dirty and lacks vitality. They hunt mice or other little critters because the men hunt the moose and deers down. These large animals used to be able to live long enough to be sick and weaker, but not anymore. Before this, the wolves would hunt the weakest… Men do not give them the time. The men even hunt the babies now because they fear they will not be able to encounter another moose or deer during their hunting trip. The men also hunt the strongest, most healthy animals. This results in the weaker ones surviving and reproducing, making other generations of even weaker animals. I do not like what I see in the future when I think about this.

 

I don’t know when we lost our way. In fact, I don’t even know if we lost it. Maybe it’s part of this evolution process. Maybe these animals are destined to die out one day or another. Maybe. But when I encounter an animal, I don’t feel like we respect them. They are naive. They do not know anything. Some of them trust us and we deceive them. “

Thoughts on Divinities

 These are thoughts on gods and deities from various patients. Depending on their beliefs, the descriptions given are both different and alike.

 

” I believe in a God that is beyond good and evil. I believe in a God who is neither black or white. I believe in a God that is grey. My God is the balance of the world. He holds one side with one hand while the other side is held by another hand. Yet, he is both within himself. He created centers for the balances of life in order to retain order: The Sun holds all the system’s planets within its grasp. The Water holds the fishes. The Air holds the birds. The Earth holds us. If the center of balance is diminished, the balance is lost and therefore the elements within the balance are bound to fall. This is why we must not diminish the Water’s power from the fish, or else there will be no fish to feed our children. We must not diminish the Air’s power or else the flies will be no more and the birds will die. We must not diminish the Earth or else its entrails will open up and devour us. Today, we use the Water for our own good, not thinking about the future. The Air is being corrupted by pollution. The Earth is being cut open by explosives, its forests destroyed and its lands covered with roads. Today I think of these things and my heart is beating very fast for I fear we are about to break the balance of life. We are trying to escape Earth by flying away in rocket ships but what we should escape from should be ourselves and the way that we are currently living, not the Earth. ”

 

” To me, my god is not all powerful. He is but a man, or a woman. He is a child or an elderly. He is a human being or an animal, or even an insect. He is lifeless, yet full of life. My god is not eternal, because he has never been born and thus death is impossible to him. Sometimes I see my god through the sun’s rays when I swim underneath the water’s surface. I also see him when the wind blows on grasslands. I can see my god when my wife smiles or when my children laugh. My god is seen in all that is beautiful. “

Immunity

It is often said that when a human being is sick or suffers from an illness, it is because the being is weak. However, the ones who are sick during a long period of time develop higher senses of self awareness. They care for themselves more than those who are occasionally sick. Some of them become wiser and appreciate life with more passion.

 

” One of our patients has never been sick in his entire life. After some analysis, the patient proved to be perfectly normal with no apparent signs of invincibility. His immune system was not different from the others, yet he still never caught a single sickness, illness or disease. When asked about the origins of this phenomenon, the patient tells us that he has never been sick because he never allowed bad or evil thoughts within his mind, body and soul. At one instance, he was walking outside while rain was falling heavily on him. ” Why do you stay under the rain? Come in our house before you catch a cold! ” one man said. But the patient laughed and replied ” If you let your mind believe that you need to shelter yourself from the cold, then the cold will make you sick. I can walk under the rain because I enjoy rain and its attributes.”

The Night’s Sky

The other night, I was stargazing alone. Through the millions of stars I was trying to spot something unusual, as usual, without really thinking about what I was truly expecting to see. I frequently watch the night’s sky before going to bed. I’ve been doing it since childhood.

Sometimes I would watch certain stars and I would have the illusion that they were moving and going up and down. I would watch these stars for a long time before I would realize, by comparing their position to another, that they would not be moving and that my eye had been deceived. Sometimes specific stars produce a different kind of light. Some make a very feeble flickering kind of light while others produce the same light continuously.

When I go to the forest by the lake, I can see even more stars than at the edge of the city. Without the light of the cities and through the open area given by the lake, I sometimes sense that I am about to reach the stars with my very hand and that they are only part of some gigantic canvas that is hanging over the Earth. As I look at the stars, I often lose all my senses of direction and lose my equilibrium. I am compelled to lay down on the grass and this is when the stargazing truly takes its true meaning. When lying down and stargazing, most senses involving gravity suddenly leave your thoughts and it is as if you are floating. There are so many stars, so many to look at. You simply lose yourself, your sight goes from one star to another, and hours can go before you realize that you are still here on this Earth and that it is time for you to go to sleep.

Human beings have now built an extremely large station orbiting over the Earth. This week, the conditions in order to see the International Space Station and space shuttle Discovery were perfect. Many people congregated to the lake and I found myself surrounded by other stargazers. They were all searching for the ISS. Many of them had very large instruments and cameras in order to see the ISS and the shuttle better. One person told me:

” It is said we will see it at approximately 9:46, on West South West, it will come at an angle of 45 degrees. The magnitude is expected to be near -3,5. Only the sun and the moon produce more light than the ISS. “

As he told me this, I was thinking about my poor stars. Nobody would watch them, nobody would be amazed by their dim lights since the ISS would outshine them all. Nobody was here for the stars. Through their telescopes, they would not be able to see the whole sky in its glory as I always did with my naked eyes.

The ISS, as it was expected, came along with the space shuttle. Two very brilliant white lights, flying overhead very quickly in a straight line, went over our heads and disappeared in under 1 minute. Everybody commented on the phenomenon and left. I was alone once again. They never came back because, to them, there was nothing else to see.

But there is.

The window

Our patient had his monthly analysis today. Here is an excerpt on his thoughts about his view on dreams in general.

 

” My eyesight during a dream is very blurry around the corners but very clear at the center. Sometimes I feel like it is clearer than in the waking life. I can sometimes see things from miles and miles away, as if I had the eyes of an eagle. At this distance, I can also teleport myself right to the faraway area I am looking at.

I see in colors. I see things that I sometimes cannot comprehend. I see things that reassure and scare me. I have a lot of difficulty to believe that what I see is the creation of my own mind like most scientists say. I do not have the feeling that I created the places I travel to in my dreams. I have the feeling that I travel from one world to another and that these worlds were created by something else, something greater than us.

Sometimes I can run very fast. I can run so fast that my dream body is changing into something else. My vision becomes more and more blurry. I usually can accomplish extremely high and long jumps when running at such speeds and I sometimes can fly at this point.

I do not know why flying takes such importance in my dreams. It’s as if my dreams were trying to tell me something. As if it would try to show me some sort of difference with the dream life and the waking life that goes beyond flying. There is something attached to the physics of our world that appears to be a deception to me. It’s as if something or someone is keeping us from accomplishing what we accomplish in our dreams and whoever is doing this created these laws of physics as some sort of barrier.

One day I read about a man who lived many centuries ago and was said to fly at will. At some point he went up very high in the sky and he was seen by countless men. Suddenly, he lost his power to fly while he was extremely high and fell to his death. What if this story was true? What if someone, somewhere, did find a way to recreate things experienced in dreams? What would it mean to us? How would it affect our world?

In my dreams I often see my grandmother. She is the one who first introduced me to the powers and endless possibilities that dreams can offer. She helped me to fight my nightmares and fears in dreams. When she died, I had multiple dreams of her. She would ask me ” How are your brother and sisters? “, ” Is everything alright at home? “. When in my dream, I was in a total state of lucidity and I was perfectly aware that she was dead. Yet, I just knew that it was her and that it was not a representation of her that I had created in my mind. Without proof, explanation and even without any thought put into it, I also knew that she used the dreams to visit me and talk to me. I had almost ten dreams like that. We would talk about my living life. She was always the one questioning me, and I didn’t even bother to ask her about where she was and how it was out there. I just knew from her way to act with me that she was at peace – a peace that will never be found here on this living Earth.

In the last dream, she was floating over the ground, but we were, as always, at my house and everything was perfectly identical to my real, waking life house. Our conversation went like this:

- Where am I?

- You’re at home, grandma. It’s me, Rusty.

- Oh yes, now I remember. Rusty, I have to go soon.

- Why?

- I don’t have much power left. I won’t be able to come back anymore.

- It’s okay grandma. I will see you soon.

- Goodbye Rusty.

I woke up crying, knowing that this dream was more real than any others. I had more dreams with my grand mother after that, but she was different. She didn’t talk anymore, but she smiled all the time. I have the undeniable certainty that this is some sort of image of her she left me before leaving. Now, I just know that dreams are some sort of window through some other world. It’s out there for all of us. We can already have a look through the window before the door appears before us. “