I hear Wind
Voice to sand
LETTER OF WARNING AND GRATITUDE FROM AGAWELA
I am told that some Indigenous medicine people think we, as a whole, are not in Tribulation. We are in a period of Transition.
I have found that change itself is not painful, it is the resistance to change that causes conflict. Especially if those others do not understand what is necessary and are fighting conscious evolution.
Doing without a bad habit is not what is painful, it is the clinging, even addiction, to the bad habit that hurts. Individuals, groups, even masses can be addicted to bad ideas and behaviors. Aggression is a bad behavior habit. The larger the portion of humanity who cling to the nasty old habits, the more difficult achieving global peace can, and will be.
However, there are many, including Elders who have suffered greatly in this life and have gazed into the Face of Evil, offer the hope that the basic goodness of humans will tip humanity towards an altruistic future.
It is the thought of myself, Agawela, that prophecies are merely warnings, not laws, about what most probably will come to be IF change is not expediently begun, enacted, and carried out.
Prophesies do not always reveal what change is required. That is part of the difficulty of clinging to old bad habits. All addictions, including wrong thinking, conceal TRUTH and the WAY TO PEACE.
If those whose desires are stronger towards their addiction for WAR dominate, then I, Agawela, say Tribulation and Apocalypse are the same.
Human disasters, that we make ourselves, can be averted, if the causes are dealt with in a timely manner. Those causes are not hidden.
I humbly thank those who are doing, and have done, what they can to preserve, protect, and generate goodness in this world.
I thank, also, those of you who hold the heroes of this world in your hearts.
It is your love, true and from the heart that creates balance against the ugliness. Without your love there would be no hope at all.
Thank you. I thank you all.
Yesterday while chatting with my six year old granddaughter, answering questions about the nearby West Mims fire and how the various animals would be cared for if and when an evacuation of our home was required. Then she asked when I, and the critters and Grandpa, were going to live in her backyard in a camper. I replied that depended on the the fire activity and vagaries of wind and weather.
So this precocious little girl asked me what the fire was doing right then, May ten. Having spent the day away from the computer and away from home and away from the fire area I couldn’t tell her.
That is when my age showed.
My six year old Granddaughter looked at my phone, what I call a telephone, but is really a mini-commputer, and said “Don’t you have Google?” I replied I sort of did, but that a box kept appearing telling me I had to do some rigamarole and download applications and buy things and so I didn’t use it.
As I was telling her this, she reached across, mashed some icons on the touchscreen, to fast for me to see while I was watching her lovely face, then looked at me and said “There you go.”
Ha! I started to say, “See what I mean … ” BUT there was an available search page for Google. I had been struggling with this for months. In less than two seconds she solved that problem.
I did the search, and found the information available, at that time, about the fire. I did know where to look, but not how to use my device.
This same child figured out how to advance through the photo library in my first digital camera when she was three. I had no idea how to do it. I was afraid I would delete what was not saved elsewhere. She had no such ego fears.
This is a different world from the one in which I grew up.
Agawela May 11, 2017
Lévon Minassian – Armand Amar – Amen Hayr Sourp – Ամեն Հայր Սուրբ – Songs From A World Apart – Photos by Steve McCurry
Museums of death
With gray cement
Corridors of progress
Bear … 04.16.2015