The apocalypse isn't zombies and atom bombs. Apocalypse means "the unveiling." The unveiling of truth. I feel it happening in me and see it in people all around me. I'm now in deep mourning for several people in my life that are avoiding me like I'm the Red Death -
- literally, not figuratively - they're running and hiding in bushes when they see me coming -
- this started last month when I lost my ability to dissemble and my willingness to enable any falsehood in myself or others.
I love these friends and lovers, more passionately and truly than I will ever be able to say. I see the genius and heroism in them that they don't see.
I'm in mourning for my personal loss of the beautiful aspects of their company. Their singing voices. Their eyes when they're unguarded and gleaming. Their touch.
And I'm and also mourning for them that they don't seem interested in accepting something about the world that's become so plain to me.
This plainness is that the "world" - as in Babylon, as in the lie - is ending. We're at the apocalypse, right now. It's the truth unveiling itself in our hearts and in our words.
And honestly, I'm scared for these friends and lovers and their wellbeing. Because they're in deep denial.
And this is no time for denial.
Denial is the flavor of falsehood that enables addiction.
Denial and addiction is a wretched way to live. I know because I lived it full-time for years.
I know because I used it to keep myself small.
It's a way of life that's made up of evasion and avoidance and non-acceptance of one's heart's power and truth.
It's a way of life that's made up of disconnection and alienation and paranoia.
Denial doesn't meet the fact that our society's consumptive way of life is totally unsustainable, that it has only existed for about 100 years...
... that the global economy is in tumult....
... that our main means of getting food relies on a tenuous system of oil...
....that our society gives every sign of being about to crumble at the same time that its brutal barren scourge of cynicism and boringness and refusal of all Enlightenment-era liberties is at a hysterical pitch...
I'm no longer interested in denial and falsehood because the vast truth is so much sweeter.
The truth, as I experience it, includes the facts that
.. that there's incredible power and magic inside each one of us, readily accessible via meditation and tantra and imagination and yoga...
... that none of us have to do this alone, that we're all each other's brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers...
... that community and non-alienated labor can meet our real needs about a billion times better than atomized corporatist labor and consumption...
... that we all have things we're astoundingly good at and deeply love to do and that when we each do just what it is we truly love to do - whatever it is - grow food, write books, make music, build houses, sew clothes - then things work.
The truth is gleaming. It sounds like my missing friends' singing voices. It looks like their eyes when they're open.
Beauty is truth; truth beauty; that's all ye can know on earth and all ye need to know.
Have you lost the ability to dissemble lately?
Are you missing any dear ones who are still in denial? What's your experience?