Last night [the night of September 27th, 2015] was a powerful night. Our Mother’s shadow was revealed on Grandmother Moon while we prayed and offered music to Fire, Air, Earth and Water in the Rio Grande Bosque. During sleep time powerful feelings joined me. All the feelings of living with plague in the land enveloped me. We were one grand sensation of great suffering. It was the dark ages in the current moment. The taste of death was everywhere. I clearly got that I am plague. I am part of this consuming darkness. I got that the message I offer is unwanted by those living the modern consumerism lifestyle. My message is a plague to their way of being with the world. If people awaken and realize the death they are bringing to life on this planet, their beloved lifestyle will die. They avoid hearing relatedness like the plague and strive to maintain separateness. They do not want to hear that the modern way of life is a plague that is consuming life on our beloved Mother Earth. The modern socioeconomic system is a plague raging on and is a consuming darkness. Yes, the shadows of the Mother were shining bright last night on Grandmother Moon.
His words perfectly and beautifully express a feeling I've often had. I'm not going to try to restate them in any way. If you want more clarification, read them again, meditate on them, whatever it takes to understand.I walk forward knowing that Life's intent is strong and nurtures the continuity and sustainability of Life. Eventually the plague will come to an end. I know not how much beautiful Life will be consumed while the plague rages on.
What I do want to expound on is the way a similar idea to Gordon's has been and can be expressed in popular culture. The Walking Dead has revealed (several seasons ago, so I don't think I have to put any "spoiler alert" on this) that all the heroes of the show are infected by whatever it is that's turned most of the world's population into zombies. It's in them, too. In some dormant state. What if that "whatever it is" has been in us for generations? Since the plague? Longer? What if that "whatever it is" is, in fact, who we are?
