Corona

Tomorrow it will be 29 years that I’m on this planet:
Happy birthday to me
at the time of the quarantine.
It has been days I wanted to write something and I could not even cope with my own brain.
When I came back to London few weeks ago, I felt I knew where I was going. I said to myself I was not going to end up doing the same mistakes all over again, promised, I knew where I was standing, devoting my work to the law of the cosmo and to protect Mother Earth. Don’t forget to feed your soul, I was writing on my diary few days ago.
For the upcoming spring Equinox, next week, with Undergrowth Collective.
I was channelling all my energies crafting a special masquerade ball, an event to celebrate the elements, to re-connect with our real selves, to speak about hope. We were asking people to come in costumes, questioning the real being which shines beneath our everyday masks. A lot of research, work and effort involved. To spread a message, to celebrate change.
I’m spending my days in a limbo now.
That something was happening, I knew it. I knew it since that morning in Varanasi, India, before Gg. came back to our room, while I was waiting for the sun to show up from a tiny window. I had no idea it was going to hit us so badly, I did not know it was going to be so soon.
What I knew is that we were not listening. We were not listening for too long.
“How many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
How many years must some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
And how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see /…/
How many times can a man look up
Before he sees the sky?
How many ears must one person have
Before he can hear people cry?
And how many deaths will it take ’till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friends, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowing in the wind”
I had this Bob Dylan’s song in my head for months, and now is hitting again and again.
Our event “A new Equinox – Masquerade Ball Behind the Mirror” is, of course, postponed.
And it could not happens in more ironic times than this. A masquerade ball, behind a mirror, at the time we need to lock ourselves in our houses and drop the mask. Who are you when no-one is looking?
How far did we go without looking – into ourselves, into what matters, into the calls of the world, without questioning the way we were going ahead.
At the head of this planet, who is in charge is still not seeing it. Or they do see it, but they don’t care for us. And we can’t wait for them to make a move. The move must come from us. Now.
I don’t know how this all will end. But I know what we can do, now.
All of us, let’s slow down the run. Who are we trying to impress, what are we trying to achieve. There will be nowhere to go, soon.
Think. Now. Think. There is no room for blindness, panic or rage.
We need to take this time to make a change. Because the way we were going ahead before does not work anymore. Is this not enough for you to see it? It is so much in my face. It is screaming so loud my ears are bleeding and I know I need to make a move. From the inside that resonate in the outside.
We did not see there was not clean sea where to swim, we did not see the rainforest was being all cut down, we did not see Australia was burning, we did not see refugees were left to die, we did not see in Syria schools were bombed, we did not see we are constantly manipulated, eating whatever they were feeding us with.
So busy in how to get a successful career but not how to be compassionate for others.
We were running to nowhere, becoming empty, day by day always more detached. Sad. Consumed as we were consuming this world.
We did not stop it, and now is too late. Now is the lament of Mother Earth taking over, as strong as we never experienced before, and it may not be fair, but were we fair on her?
Are you listening now? Are you?
There is no time left to put our head under the sand.
Next week, despite it all, the sun will move north across the celestial equator, it will be the spring equinox. The light is slowly coming back to us. Pay attention. Pray. Re-consider your values. Tell the people you love that you do. Read books. Create. Go deep, deep, deeper. To get to know ourself for real, what an incredible inner journey, open up, listen to your inner voice, evolve, remember what matters ~ the rest is only dust.
P.s: How do you want to live your life when all of this will be over?Because when all of this will end, nothing should be as before – as nothing will.
blakewilliam