The Triangle Mirror is happy to welcome Wayne Cameron of Louisville to our list of honored columnist. Wayne is a Registered Nurse, devoted partner and a real kick ass humanitarian. I have known Wayne for years and have grown to appreciate his intellect and calm insight. Over coffee a few weeks ago we began discussing the state of things and as I listened to his thoughts I was intrigued by his "take" on the current pulse of humanity. Wayne has the admirable ability to express himself in a way that is both tender, yet piercingly accurate usually hitting the mark with very little collateral damage. Sometimes we all need to "dial it down".
Thank you Wayne for this reminder, and may you all have a week that delivers way more bliss than you expect!
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You see it more and more these days; people reacting to the frequency of the world turned too high. Angry drivers swerve dangerously along mildly busy thoroughfares – their mouths wide as they berate the inside of their glass and metal bubbles. Young ladies pacing parking lots with tears in their eyes, cell phones to their heads, rage fully screaming secrets to the top of their lungs to make their other half comply to the needs of their family. Something is askew and at some level we can all feel it... the subtle undertow of the feeling that we're just not on a good path. And it doesn't feel like it is one group or one force – it encompasses us all... We are all in sync as we walk blindly toward the edge...
Those of us who can feel these subtle changes, these signals... are more worried and frantic than the rest, but it feels, with every person you pass on the street, that every soul is reaching out. We all want comfort, acceptance, and peace – all of which can only be found with each other and only when we drop these barriers and walk into each other's light. My theory is that we all want change, Barak Obama's campaign tapped into this current of emotion back in 2008 – but one man, one political party, one country cannot bring the change needed to fulfill this desire, this void. It would have to be something cataclysmic, something that will shake us all to our core... strip away all this clutter, all these personal defense systems...
It is Christmas morning, and we all run down to find, nestled under the tree: 2012. Much like the year 2000, and any other day scrawled on the sandwich boards of homeless religious zealots worldwide; 2012 promises nothing, yet with all the hype, the mystery, which could surround any future date, builds – and infects our frantic minds with possibilities...
Most people know of the Mayan calendar and that its final date is 12.21.2012 and even with all the ancient cultures and psychic minds bearing down on this otherwise innocuous future date – promising mass destruction, flooding, famine, disease... the end... of the world – it doesn't seem to register that this could be the end... of our lives. It seems as though most people see this as the end of the “World” (the internet, the time clock, taxes, cable plans and unlimited calling) but not the moment in which the ground crumbles under us and we float off to implode quietly in outer space.
It feels as though there are those who sit and rock quietly in the pitch of night in eager anticipation of the day when mega farms stop and the cows again roam free, that god-damed phone that you stare at for hours a day ceases to entertain, the day when we stop worrying what the government is doing, stop pinning our hopes and dreams on the day we hit the lotto, the day we either lay down and die or the day we stand up – and instead of working for the Man – find out what we are made of... the day it all comes crumbling down. And in this new Utopia, devoid of overbearing technology, we will build the villages of yesteryear – where we all live side-by-side – where we connect to each other without barriers, face to face instead of facebook to facebook... these overactive gyroscopes inside us will dial down over time, we will truly feel alive and connected to the Earth again...
Who knows what will happen... theories are like rectums. But since we don't know what our future holds... let's pretend it is the End, the violent ripping of life from this planet. Let's start working toward finding the quiet within us, the peace.. and let's share that with each other, let's log in to facebook once a week and log in to face to face six days a week. Put on some gloves and grab that gyroscope and hold it... dial yourself down... and let's really “be the change we want to see in the world”.. it may be our last chance.
