Hi Aunty Angel, you called it...

Where is the future?
Eighty five years (ish I suppose) I feel sick, like vomit sick.
Come on people.
What's it feel like,
this declaration from Open?
Am I alone?

Yes, yes, indeed! I'm waiting for the feelings. Where are they people?

Are they stuck in desalination plants? - with respect, they're just another finger in the dyke.

Or is it giving £50 to greenpeace and hoping everything will go away (like our neighbors do). (and by the way, greenpeace are denyers of the biggest single cause of global green house emissions, bigger than all others put together: the meat and dairy industry, which continues to rape the earth day in, day out. And why do they deny it? For fear of losing membership!... Cowspiracy).

This is real. It's here and now. And 85 years is conservative. It could be a lot sooner.

We have to get into the feeling of reality, rather than slip sliding blinded over the falls.

To deal with this is to deal with both the microcosym AND the macrocosym at the same time: you're a soul in human form that's going to witness - is already witnessing - terrible devastation beginning. What does that truly feel like? Where do you identify (with the physicality)?

And, at the same time, this is all practically an inconsequential 'burp' in the greater cosmos. To truly know one - the microcosym - to truly penetrate that, is the only way to know the other - the macrocosym, the inviolable source that you are.

Come on people, it's time to get real.

Open