From a microcosmic point of view, where I live is a good example of how easily paradise can be lost.
For the last thirteen years I’ve lived in a small village by a pristine fast-flowing river in the Malaysian rainforest. Over that time, the area has become a very popular spot with weekenders and although it’s really great to see so many people wanting to connect with natural energy, they invariable leave all their rubbish behind them.
The village and surrounding forest is home to members of the Temuan tribe who collectively decided to impose a small levy on outsiders entering the forest. This pays a small wage to the villagers who go out and collect the rubbish at the end of the weekend. It seemed like a good idea at first, but because the village doesn’t have any municipal rubbish collection, they have no means of disposing of it once it’s been gathered up. As a consequence, the amount of rubbish in and around the village has increased enormously. Some is hidden away in undergrowth – a case of out of sight, out of mind. What doesn’t get dumped gets burned filling the village with plumes of incredibly toxic smoke. Plastic water bottles, bags and food containers, disposable diapers, cans and bottles … you get the picture.
As recently as 20 years ago, the Temuan were living in humble dirt floor shacks and huts by the river. They cooked on open wood fires and tapped the river and nearby springs for fresh water. At night they burned oil lamps to keep the darkness at bay. All in all, it was a pretty basic and hard physical existence, but the surrounding environment was pristine and they were connected to the knowledge of their ancestors (nenek-moyang) and their animist belief in nature spirits.
Then a dam project forced them to resettle and they were given a new village with cement houses, indoor sanitation, treated water and also electricity. Suddenly, they became connected to the rest of society in a way that hadn’t been possible before, given their previous lack of infrastructure and geographical isolation. Now, although the villagers are healthier and more prosperous than they were before, this change in their lifestyle has had a profound effect on their culture and has resulted in a loss of consciousness and disconnected them from their ancestral beliefs and identity. Traditional storytelling and ancestral songs have been replaced with TV and very loud karaoke sessions, they depend less on hunting and foraging to keep themselves fed and many have succumbed to the pressure from proselytizing missionaries and turned their backs on the spirit world to embrace religion.
This is by no means a unique situation. Indigenous communities throughout the world seem to be suffering from this insidious malaise as they are coerced into bartering their traditional way of life for so-called development and their pagan beliefs for organised religion and don’t think, for one minute, that those of us who live in more materially sophisticated societies aren’t under threat too.
The Greenspiracy story, Butakala Plastik (Plastic Monster) describes the loss of paradise from a macrocosmic perspective.
It tells of the time when the creator, Ra becomes so enraged with humanity for despoiling the beautiful, sentient planet that was gifted to them, that he’s seriously contemplating eradicating homo sapiens once and for all. It seems they have become a pestilent force, disrespectfully destroying natural habitats and other earthly lifeforms in order to satisfy their constant cravings. Fortunately, due to the timely intervention of other celestial beings and cosmic planetary guardians, Ra agrees to hold back his destructive wrath. Instead he dispatches his son and emissary, Matahari, to Earth to gather intel on this Butakala Plastik culture that seems to be overtaking the planet leaving ecological destruction in its wake and disconnecting humanity from its divine origin.
He solemnly decrees that he will abide by his envoy’s decision, whatever it may be.
The Butakala assumes many forms as it spreads its rapacious tentacles across the global landscape, polluting land, rivers and oceans alike with scant regard for the miasma it is fomenting. Engorged by the greed and corruption of big businesses and the political interests associated with them, the monster taps into the human psyche by luring its somnolent victims into a blind, orgiastic spree of materialism and debauchery cheered on by the media magnates and the lifestyle and perception gurus. In this climate it’s not hard to grasp why Ra is pissed off…I really get it…
The more toxic we make the Earth, the more toxic we make ourselves and the more open we become to being controlled by fear, anxiety, greed, suspicion and a feeling of being separate from the source of life that created this earthly paradise.
Matahari’s first Earthly encounter takes place in the mythological realm of the mermaids, who brief him on the sorry state of the world’s oceans and seas before he embarks on his journey into the human realm where he comes face to face with those who have fallen under the Butakala’s spell as well as those who have managed to escape its clutches.
How far have the monster’s tentacles already spread?
Is the majority of humanity enslaved?
Does humanity deserve a second chance?
What do you think?
How would we account for ourselves if Matahari came knocking on our doors?
I’d be really interested to hear your thoughts on this in the comments below. Would you advise Matahari to end the human experiment or to intercede for our survival?
THINGS AREN’T LOOKING TOO ROSY ON TERRA FIRMA RIGHT NOW.
hOMe sweet hOMe
I often wonder if the doom-n-gloom-peddlers
relish evoking fear and anxiety in others.
I’ve been there – overwrought, oppressed and overwhelmed about the state of the planet. But then I remember the humour of George Carlin; the blessings of Mozart; the beauty of nature; the joy of friendship; the inspiration of sharing and I immediately regain perspective.
In short I don’t buy into the pessimism and I’m happy to report that many, many others don’t either. WE are a far-flung, global collective of GREENSPIRATORS who have been quietly inspiring personal, community and planetary change and focusing on caring for our home planet, as anyone would care for mother… with love, respect, compassion.
who trust in the loving intelligence of our maternal planet…full of best
intentions for us ALL and willing to overlook our flaws and misdemeanors.
Rosy-eyed? Not at all! Just reacting from an unassailable
belief in humanity’s resilience and inventiveness in the face of dire
And it doesn’t get more
DIRE than it is right NOW, as our civilisation
seems hell bent on hurtling blindly down the road to APOCALYPSE and with the
media whipping up such a doomsday frenzy that insecurity, sadness, depression,
despair are spreading throughout the human psyche like an epidemic.
By consuming the doom and gloom we become doomy and gloomy. It’s a downward spiralling life narrative that has been deliberately crafted by governments and corporations and other self-seeking entities to engender feelings of powerlessness and victimhood. It masquerades as culture, belief and knowledge. The fodder that dumbs down, numbs down.
It’s a twisted reality that only
benefits the few and totally disrespects the sentience of Gaia and the dignity
and integrity of all earthly beings. So
we distract ourselves with things, be they objects, obsessions or obligations
and slowly lose more of ourselves as we seek refuge in our closing minds.
Now it’s time to lift the lid off
the brain box.
To, as Bob Marley so eloquently
put it, Emancipate yourself from mental
To reconnect with the living
presence of all creation.
It’s time to BREAK FREE.
It’s time to start rewriting the
To create a future that is based
on collaboration, not separation, cooperation not exploitation, inspiration not
A future that respects the
divinity and dignity all of Earth’s creations.
A future that works in EARTH’s
favour…in our COLLECTIVE favour.
It’s time to become part of a
TAKE A DEEP BREATH
EGO TO LET GO
Human extinction isn’t inevitable
and neither is global destruction… it’s time to GET OVER OURSELVES and examine
what we CAN DO to make sure we get onto the APOCALYPSE BYPASS.
WE CAN incubate,
nourish, inspire, support and stir the human spirit through music, performance,
images…Collectively we can REFOCUS REALITY.
It’s not about any ONE
of us…it’s about ALL of us…sharing, inspiring and caring for each other and
this beautiful planet, the blue and green cosmic pearl.
TERRA, GAIA, EARTH,
Connecting with concepts beyond
words, beyond judgement, beyond separation
Opening hearts and minds…
THIS is GREENSPIRACY
So go on…
Take a DEEP BREATH.
RIGHT NOW, RIGHT NOW
From Bali, Island of the Gods, we present the inspiration of Ketut Nusu, the ninety seven year old Rejang Dance Master. https://youtu.be/EZRxnI0B69A