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every bit of space and time has been co-opted and that is why we feel so “trapped”. at this stage in the illusion, do not waste your energy on something so obsolete that it needs to bully Big Bird just to attain votes and act cowardly in the face of a bleeding mother. concentrate instead on what is truest in your lives, what really makes things happen, what affirms life, your relationships, your
music, your gifts. you don’t need a president to grow a garden or start a band or start a family. the gridlock they create is on purpose– it is there greatest power against stalling for true r/evolution. your restless heart is tired, you know this, each day- when you get up to turn the wheels of this system again and again and again. but that’s exactly where your power lies. BOYCOTT THIS ILLUSION. spend time with your truest company. do not put your faith in a system that does everything to stop you from living your truest lives.

the more we believe in our own power and take back our imagination, the less places ‘the powers that be’ have to hide’, and when this happens, they will cease to exist.

You live inside us, beings of the future. In the spiral ribbons of our cells, you are here. In our rage for the burning forests, the poisoned fields, the oil-drowned seals, you are here. You beat in our hearts through late-night meetings. You accompany us to clear-cuts and toxic dumps and the halls of the lawmakers. It is you who drive our dogged labors to save what is left.

O you who will walk this Earth when we are gone, stir us awake. Behold through our eyes the beauty of this world. Let us feel your breath in our lungs, your cry in our throat. Let us see you in the poor, the homeless, the sick. Haunt us with your hunger, hound us with your claims, that we may honour the life that links us.

You have as yet no faces we can see, no names we can say. But we need only hold you in our mind, and you teach us patience. You attune us to measures of time where healing can happen, where soil and souls can mend. You reveal courage within us we had not suspected, love we had not owned.

O you who come after, help us remember: we are your ancestors. Fill us with gladness for the work that must be done.

-Joanna Macy, Prayer to The Future Beings