The age of separation
“The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God's eye are one eye, one seeing, one knowing, one love.”
― Meister Eckhart, Sermons of Meister Eckhart
Good morning from a blustery and very wet Devon.
The coffee is poured and I'm listening to Goldmund.
I feel blessed — truly.
As to the rubric, well, like so much of my writing, the Gods spoke to me at about 2.20am, as I lay awake waiting for the sudden alertness and awareness to pass and for me to go back to sleep.
"You are not a human being having a spiritual experience or even a spiritual being having a human experience (attributed to Pierre Teilhard de Chardin), you are a human being living separate and apart from everyone and everything else, including (or so it seems) yourself — i.e. true self."
Oh, you clever boy.
But think about it: if we didn't see nature, the earth or the planet as ours (i.e. we're the Crown of Creation), we wouldn't, as we are right now, be quite so inclined to foul our own nests, less still live separate and apart from every living or animate thing.
Now, of course, I can't speak for all 7.594 billion people — there are, I'm sure, exceptions! — but since when did we think we'd get away with pillaging the planet and her resources with such abandon and not have to pay a very, and I mean , heavy price?
Never I'd say.
And we will — dear god — pay, in the end, the ultimate price.
You're so, so depressing!
Am I, really?
I would have thought that all I'm doing is scoring some very easy points. I mean, who's going to take issue with the fact that we don't feel connected with nature to the extent necessary to stop (inter alia) emitting noxious fumes (think causation when you consider the import of this point), eat our way through the earth's oil reserves (they should have been left in the ground a long time ago) and fish the high seas to oblivion (fishing 'rights' my arse: since when did we own a wild species!).
You get my drift...
Wake up, wake up!
Get connected, spiritually, soulfully or whatever needs to happen for us to fall in love (again) with this once great planet.
I don't know, but I doubt it.
Don't get me wrong. I'm sure it doesn't just require an existential crisis and moment of intense clarity to get with the earth-restoration programme but it's hard to see what, on a systems-wide level, is going to work. Then again, we might suddenly fall to our knees and pray for forgiveness only to be told (and I think the Gods have already spoken...) that's it too late (see yesterday's post).
At this juncture, I was going to start down the road of deep ecology and population size, but I'm not sure my heart's in it, less still do I have the energy. And to be honest, it's a bit late for all that. No, if we're serious about saving the planet, then (at the very least) the story of separation has to be acknowledged and change-makers the world over — that's you, me and everyone we know — need to come together and talk a very different language to the neo-liberal or capitalist ideal that seems to be or has been our bedfellow these past few aeons. If we don't well, all I see is that bloody sign "the end is nigh" looming ever larger and ever closer.
Anyhow, I think I've already said far too much and I'll wish you a good day — a very good day.
Perhaps tomorrow the Gods might whisper a slightly more edifying or at least uplifting message.
But I wouldn't bet on it.
Much love, Ju.