I don’t think we are unjustified, however, to turn on one-another in many cases. When we campaigners for a better world look around at our coleagues and contemporaries and witness a group of people willfully resigned to changing nothing in their own lives, then in my mind they are indeed to blame, possible more so than any group of politicians. Are the politicians not simply reflecting the will – or lack of – of the majority?

The blame, if any is to be laid, for climate change – and collapse for that matter – lies in the laps of all of us who lead the unexamined lives, refusing to diverge from the path of least resistance that is today killing us. I’ve always believed as someone who has not just “talked the talk but walked the walk” that if only there were more people doing the same – rather than, as you say, retreating in denial or engaging in hero-worship – the path would be easier for all of us, and the world a better place. This is why i expect the things i do from my compatriots, and why, unfortunately, I find myself so consistently disappointed. Are they to blame? Of course they are, and they should know this, as long as they fail to act.

Thanks for an interesting piece.

Quote: Am I condemned now to sense what is going on, but not have the guts to make the big changes appropriate to my vision of the future?

[What stops you from working toward your future? If you have time to write on the internet, then you have time to find a “Kelly Kettle.” If you can’t find a way to work a Kelly Kettle into curriculum, maybe you should rethink being a teacher. I know a family counselor in California who once showed a graduating 8th Grade class how to put a condom on a banana, and she got fired from the school system for it, but I can bet you the children will never forget that lesson.

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“Oh, my God,” I thought, “millions of people are going to die!”
[ Yes, they are. And due to modern communications, we will know the horrors more and more. As we increase ability to communicate, we don’t necessarily improve in quality nor purpose. Millions will die, are dieing, right now. I challenge you to take the world clock before your classes and show them the sissle. Putting audio sound to “births” and “deaths” is very encompassing. Your students will have a future just as my chickens do. Earlier this year after the October storm, a hen took to brooding in my woodpile, hatching 3 chicks. They were choosing the wild side. Two that looked alike, seemed like roosters as they played at challenging each other, but since I have seen hens do the same, I didn’t bother with sexing, so I can’t tell you what critter got them was either, but three lives were changed by death, and my expectations modified.

The mother hen has done a fine job raising the remaining baby hen. The other night the mother disappeared and one of the housemates in the big house heard an owl. So another two lives were changed, and if you watch that screen where the world clock does its updates, it’s like popcorn between births of humans and deaths of humans, ever so slightly and noticeably slower. We are like the blades of grass in the field. Can you find some poetry to express the solution of perseverance, what the youth will most need from us?

By process of the trail from bank induced failed, and landed amidst the Dead Heads looking for their future from a bottle and a buzz, I am a backwoods survivalist teacher in the anarchy of their addiction, a twenty two year veteran of being granted the wisdom to change what I can.

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All hope is not lost, however, because the dream says that somehow I will find my way out of my isolation and hook up with other men hard at work. How that will happen, I don’t know. I just “find myself” there. And even though it’s “too late”, there they will be, determined and purposeful. But how can that be? If it’s too late, why bother? How can one muster that kind of strength and determination in a world where it’s already too late?

[Pretty tame dream. Check out a guy named Paul Drockton who’s a Mormon visionary. He dreams really elaborate collapse schema. Your dream is why when I left California’s Robin Ward Constructor 851360, I took all my hand tools. I have a vision of making canal boats to feed from the old farming grounds up the Hudson and Lake Champlain. If you teach the students about Rogers Rangers, and how they used their wilderness skills, wouldn’t you be covering historical curriculum while exposing ideas of survival in harsh conditions? Ethan Allen dragged those Ft. Ticonderoga cannon all the way to Boston, a short drive today, but will teach principles of horse and sleigh travel.
I once sat with a Kahuna who challenged us to think if we could find 100 things of seven categories to be grateful for. My ancestral connection to the Mohawk taught by my grandfather led me to know the things to be grateful for, so, no problem. A most effective way to teach skills for the coming future is to teach gratitude for what we have.

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As in all healthy ecosystems, the wider a person’s web of supportive interrelationships, the greater their chance of survival.
[ Pretty much puts the shovel to the survival of the fittest concept, doesn’t it. While you have their ear, teach creatively. If you want to check in with me from time to time for ideas, I can think them up and already be working on them if they are truly good.

Faith, is knowing without believing. Faith always questions, how can I do it better Elohim Aum Aumakua.

If, indeed, a human population bottleneck is coming in the 21st Century, it will play out as the most brutal game of musical chairs since the Toba eruption. It IS a competition and the losers die.

It was about 2001 when I dreamt it. I was high above the earth, looking down and around. Far out in space there was a star, a blue star, its energy began to ramp up and it started spewing out neutrinos. I could see them, whipping through space, hitting the earth. Then I saw something unexpected-because the earth was blue, and the star was blue, the earth was actually pulling in these particles. And as they whipped around the magnetosphere they quickly descended to earth, and as they did they hit atoms that were radioactive and molecules that were toxic, like DDT, and broke them down into harmless materials at a highly accelerated rate. The earth was clearly taking advantage of this incident to heal itself! Then I looked up again and saw something EVEN MORE startling: there were angels in space, between the star and the earth, and they were AIMING these particles to fall in particlar orbits and hit what they needed to heal. They were putting their index finger and thumb close together to guide the particles between them.

It was only recently I found this article and realized that my dream was true; even though it went against our knowledge of physics at the time: http://news.discovery.com/space/is-the-sun-emitting-a-mystery-particle.html

We all have lapses at times. So far I will just consider it one of yours. I continue to honor and respect your work.

Respectfully, buz