Common Sense

The tide had turned.  The Spiritual Army was emerging victorious over the forces of mammon, the archon realm of matter.  Empire was falling down down, nature and the beauty of the natural world was rising up up up...  the collective was waking up to the fact that ecological stewardship reaps economic dividends and that exploiting the ecology to get rich was like killing the goose that lays golden eggs.  People were seeing the light.  Bastante was getting his shit together, and the world was getting ready to make gardening the centerpiece of public education.

It was the solution.  Simple common sense had won the day.  The healthcare crisis would be resolved in cost effective fashion as kids learned how to grow medicine- oops i mean food.  Unemployment would be replaced with self-employment.  Ecologies would recover, and their recoveries would reap local economic dividends.  Hemp would be the cornerstone of economic rehabilitation and ecological rehabilitation.  Hemp by Land, Kelp by Sea, said the Green Party bumper stickers.  Hemp and kelp, and worms for composting and mushrooms for soil building, and all of a sudden, as a direct consequence of ecological abundance arises economic prosperity.
Duh.
The poverty would end.  The scarcity would transform into abundance.  Caring for the Earth herself would become as obvious as caring for the goose that laid golden eggs.  Ecological stewardship would be the universally recognized collective human responsibility.  Out of this collective moral objectivity arises all truth, justice, and law.
The Age of Dharma had begun.  The Golden Age.  The Kali Yuga was over.  The Sat Yuga had begun.  Bastante Solipsis Marquez was proof.  He was the reincarnation of Krishna.

He was Kalki, come at the end of the Age.  He kicked ass, and so did his Immortal Army, which had once again arisen to usher in the Age of Dharma and heal the world.  The great Spiritual Army had finally arrived, and was ready, and lo and behold, there was no war, for true victory is victory over conflict itself, and Bastante had emerged from all conflict truly victorious, and his mighty invincible Spiritual Army had arrived not to make war but to make love, for they had arrived to celebrate the lasting peace of the Dharma, the peace of the Golden Age, the celebration of life against the backdrop of the Clock of the Long Now.  The Spiritual Army was an army of Peace Chiefs, spreading peace and love of nature, spreading natural law, spreading the dharma.  The Spiritual Army was the army of Dharma Warriors, come to bring balance and harmony to the cosmos, and Bastante was their king, for he was Krishna returned.  He was Kalki, Quetzalcoatl, the world teacher.  No one could believe it, least of all him.  The times were heady indeed.
  His generals, mighty Kings and Queens, were gathering around him, and no more was there any confusion about what was happening.  The elven dna was obvious.  They sang together, and the wind accompanied them amongst the trees.  The world listened, and rejoiced.

Relatives, in the High Age, history is never written down.  In the High Age, history is sung.  It is history no longer, but her story, illogical, nonlinear, poetic, musical, emotionally charged...  history is made real through her story, by which she sings it into life...

Our best and brightest can continue to make bombs and money if they really want to, but the rest of us are going to grow food and raw material for shelter and clothing.  Duh.  And we'll spend our leisure time at music festivals in nature.  Duh.  And the high tech society everyone is so eagerly anticipating is a bust, people.  C'mon.  Nature is the healer.  Never forget that.

The sun comes up
 arise with it
and do the thing.
Do the thing with joy in your heart
 because the sun came up.
And the sun goes down
go down with the sun
to the land of dreams
and rest beneath the night sky
glad for the day that came
and glad for the thing you did
and glad for the hidden secrets of the night
because that is also the thing, relative
and we are here to do the thing, with joy in our heart, and humility in our approach, and roaring laughter in our attitude, yea, and even tears running down our cheeks-

And we can cover the globe with our cell phone glasses
but if we fail to do the thing
with respect,
in a sacred way,
treating life as sacred,
an opportunity to serve others,
a chance to give to the world,
then we miss the point of all we do.

We are making the longest journey humankind has ever made.
We are making the journey from our heads to our hearts.
Aloha.