posted on Mar, 22 2012 @ 07:19 AM
I guess others might call me a doomer, though I myself haven't thought of myself that way.
I do feel an imprending change, that most likely would include many deaths. But I do not feel that as "doom".
I guess it is a natural association one gains in time, between life and death. Every change means a death of what what it used to be- birth follows
every death. I guess, in the same way some people learn to love work, because they are already savoring the effects they know will result from it (a
sense of accomplishment, money, the pleasure of having the things they are building, whatever....). It is possible also to have a similar feeling in
conenction with destruction, as the construction is sure to go along after it.
I, like others, percieve the systems we have developed are at this point no longer adapted to what we (as a collective) wish to experience, and yet we
are also trapped in a web of our creation, that will take great impact to get us out of it.
The idea of being afraid to die... I don't feel that too much, never have though. Maybe I am a very mentally ill person though, because I have been
told that is not normal. But I see things through the perspective of a wider picture, and what is MY existence, as an individual??? It is nothing, or
almost. It is, as they say, a grain of sand on the beach. So faced with that beach, I don't understand how anyone can even feel afraid of the
destruction of one grain of sand- much less feel that the whole beach should all be sacrificed, so that that little grain of sand I am should continue
In listening to others, I have recently come to the awareness that for a fairly large part of the human population does not know the experience of
compassion. They do not feel it! I was shocked and felt traumatized for days. I was naive before, and thought all humans were like me, and feel
compassion for others. But I have found out it isn't true. This person who went to Japan right after the tsunami and wrote a book about it said it
was the very first time he felt compassion. It took thousands of deaths, wiping villages off the map, for compassion to knock it's way into his
If anyone wants to ask what good such catastrophies serve- there you go. If my dying might influence one compassion-impaired person to heal, then I am
perfectly willing to let it happen.