And the Elders go Shaking their Heads
April 28, 1997
In the kivas in the desert, as in the deep jungles far to the South, the elders shake their heads. They see the writing that’s inscribed in trails that are left by jet planes that are larger than a 40 paddle canoe. They see from the morals of the people, as well as from the policies of the public administrators in high office, that the time of the Stick Men has come once again. Once more, the hearts and their brains of men have turned to wood that is incapable of feeling. Once more, they have forgotten everything that the Creator tried to teach them.
Once more, the dominant culture has created a race of stick-people, who are no longer really alive, because they have lost all sense of gratitude towards their Creator. When they lost this capacity for being grateful for this opportunity to find out what a soul can accomplish, the Creative Spirit could no longer work through them, and entropy took full control.
When the leaders of the dominant culture lost their sense of gratitude for the fact that they had been brought into the world, they became cowardly creatures who sought to soothe their own wounds with self-pity. As we can tell from the depth to which the Dominant Culture has fallen, this fall has been going on for a long time.
The self-pity of their leaders convinces them that they are being crucified like Jesus.
Alas, since they are only images graven from wood, they cannot even walk, let alone fly – so each one of these national saviors falls into the blackberry patch, to wait for the Fox to come prowling.
This is the beginning, but it is not the end. For instance, the Vampire Bat and the Jaguar both have their creditor’s claims. The Vampire Bats feel that they are the only ones who should be allowed to survive by drinking the blood of others, and the Jaguars are offended by so many prophets who can predict the good of the market, but fail to warn the people about the end result when you trash the environment so badly that it begins to take up arms against you.
We have seen the beginning of the downfall of the Wooden Men, but we have not yet seen the end. These Wooden Men are so absorbed in their own self-pity, it does not occur to them that anyone else really suffers. The wisdom of the Buddha informs us that all existence has suffering at its core. Unfortunately, the Wooden Men are wise only in the ways of the marketplace, and blind as well as deaf to everything else. They do not even hear when their own women and children complain of abuse, so how could we expect them to care about the suffering of animal species who feel the desperation of impending extinction?
We don’t know if pots and pans and grinding stones literally have feelings, but we do know that even the mineral kingdom is being stressed out to the max by the ways that these Wooden Figures have of mass producing . Entropy itself is getting alarmed – this new cultural phenomenon which thinks it is wiser than its own Creator is beginning to push too many cosmological boundaries, and deflowering the virginity of too many fundamental constants. So the Stick Men shall arouse so many angry reactions from suffering nature, that the forces of nature shall finally join together to annihilate them, except for a few who shall escape to the trees, and whom we shall laugh at, because they have been turned into monkeys.
For the rest of us, we need to gather the strength to be thankful to our Creator, even when the world becomes absurd. For us, the dawn is nigh; we stand on the shoulders of those who gave their lives so that we should be able to survive, and to witness, that just as 26.000 years ago, prophesy is being fulfilled again. The Cycle of the Wooden Men, those men who would do anything in order to survive and leave offspring, is rapidly approaching its end. The Dawn now comes – the morning when the Creator shall recognize those who were still grateful to their Creator, even in the winter, when the darkness still ruled the land.
