Midway. A 4-min film that everyone should watch.

Anyone who’s ever read my blog knows that I love birds. The large, white, feathered variety with a bad attitude, normally. But the truth is, I secretly love all birds. From the little birds that have massive arguments in the garden, to the geeses; alarmed blackbirds, to clever, arrogant magpies. Even the rooks and ravens have their place for me. I think of them as Tolkien’s Watchers. First Goslings 2013

So bearing in mind I hatched 19 fluffy goslings and kept them alive with only two terribly sad fatalities (and they are prone to getting into trouble, so this was some feat), I foolishly watched this film (below – 4 mins only).

So now I confer upon you that same honour. Because even if you don’t want to know this, and you’re not interested in this kinda thing, you should know about it.  This should be part of what’s taught in Science at school. You don’t have to care about it. Just like my generation all have at least a vague understanding of climate change; the next should understand the stark realities of human waste and excess and that there might yet be something we can do about it.

Midway film says it all

The wider message of the film (the one that does affect you) shouldn’t escape you.

The more common knowledge it is, the more difference (to policy, laws, lobbying practices, influence) can be made by the people who care enough to shout about it. They don’t require you to care about it; just to know about it.

Please watch.

PS. Right at the end, a title fades in under ‘Midway’. It says ‘Message from the Gyre’. The link between that and my earlier disastrous post ‘Turning and turning in the widening gyre’ was too much to ignore. I like to see signs in my life.


Turning and turning in the widening gyre …

So, watch this video linked above.

I could’ve cried. Bleak and appalling truths, transmitted in black lines. No hope, because this is a depiction of our reality.

It’s okay for people like me, living in the country of a relatively untouched beauty area (and here relatively refers to the fact that I know how much has changed here over the past 25 years, but compared to what other people have experienced, I realise that is nothing) but I can sense the encroaching dark nightmare which permeates my consciousness. I can feel the industrialists and developers approaching.

There’s no point in saying ‘Stop it now!’ because it’s not us doing it. Sure, we’re culpable – we buy the plastic throwaway goods, and the suede boots. We eat over-farmed meat of dubious origin, and think to ourselves that if we read the ingredients then at least we’re ‘informed’. We drive the cars, consume the fuel and the electronic white goods, and complain about how expensive things are getting.

But it isn’t just our faults. We are no more functional than sheep: slaves to a system which keeps us alive, feeds our dreams, and kills us in the end.

Nobody with any power will watch this ‘cartoon’. They won’t have the time. Too busy making money (and time is money) and anyway, the demise of the earth isn’t a worry of theirs because they will surely be dead by the time that happens. Dead, and buried, or cremated. Gold coffins, anyone? Or how about ecologically-sound cardboard/balsa wood boxes?

There is hope, but not as we know it

Something gives me hope, however, although I sure won’t see it in my lifetime (and no, it isn’t aliens, although I appreciate the wishful thinking of the sharp-thinking Steve Cutts). This unprepossessing website, made by Elena Filatova, a motorcycle-riding photographer who was one of thousands of people evacuated from Chernobyl when the disaster took place. Check it out. Trees still growing, animals still living and not in the horrific, disfiguring, radioactive way you might think. Nature has reclaimed the land.

The earth will recover. Even yet. Because when we’re all gone; when we’ve eaten and broken up everything that we can; when we’ve filled the oceans with enough poisons and enough waste (and see this post on ActivistPost.com on what’s apparently happening around the Fukushima disaster) and when we’ve died out through starvation and a sheer lack of evolutionary capability to survive the hell we’ve created, the earth will still be here.

It may take her thousands of years to recover without us, but she will. The current remaining forests will petrify into coal again; animals will evolve further and multiply; trees and flora will flourish again, in rainforests and jungles and woods, and the universe will be a better place.

Or we could stop it now, and enjoy the future instead. Not that we have a choice, really, but it’s nice to think we do.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

W.B. Yeats ‘The Second Coming’ – first verse only

Think about it.

Is the End the Beginning is the End the Beginning is the End the Beginning is the End the Beginning …

As above; so below. Something to remember if you have a spiritual outlook.

It would appear that the world is in flux. Has it always been in constant flux, or does it go through phases? Is it worse now than ever, or is that just our perception because we don’t really – can’t ever really – know what it was like in the past?

If you’re a Positivist, you’re taking it that we’re about to come into a heroically different new world; one without money, war or abuse. Even, a new dimensional reality.  To some, the Earth herself is going to leave the ‘third dimension’ and enter the fifth. I guess there’s an article out there explaining why it doesn’t bother with the fourth, and what the benefits will be.

If you’re an anti-Positivist, of the Weberist variety, you’re maybe looking at the glorious media of terror, death and war and thinking that it’s obvious that Man is driving himself towards the end. The End.

If you’re a Pluralist, you’re taking each suggestion and conviction with an open mind and a large pinch of cerebral salt. One day it could be the end of the world, the next it could be a spiritual dimension. Perhaps the two are one and the same.

The personal experiences of some people I know are (to me) running patterns of immense pressure. Either too many things going on at once, or the intensity of one situation is causing overload.

So many others seem to be absolutely fine.  Or are they just better at hiding it?