There was an election yesterday. I would like to look a bit more deeply at the word election in order to define to what extent our officials were “elected”. What does it mean? How has the word evolved over time? The latin root of the word election is thus: ex-out + ligere-to choose, read. My question is, who chooses? Are we so sure of who these candidates are that we can make a clear and honest estimation, and then choose? Can we read them, truthfully? What are the policies that these elected officials are purporting? How many of them are taking a serious look at their lifestyles? What about their ecological footprint? What is the reality in this realm of economic poaching, bounty hunting, stockpiling of resources, effectively hoarding and clenching at the habitual power grabbing stuff that false dreams are made of?
The requisite extremism of these allopathic doctors of commerce is one of a specialist, propagandizing the falsehoods that would win over the dumbed down population and consume the consumer. Why has the general populace acted like vegetables when we should, in all seriousness, be growing vegetables?
When did this unquenchable thirst for all the bells and baubles of a materialistic bent flood what little is left of our personal consciousness? Who told us that we must be this way? Why so unquenchable? Who told us? Who are our real leaders? Can we identify the ones who told and tell the truth, as it is? What lives and loves under the sugar coating, the uncompromising need to seek what we think is truth in every mirror, every reflecting surface, the five second orgasm, the denial of our God-given beauty and glory as human beings? What is true human “being”?
Step lightly. Leave no trace. Relinquish the throne. Un-dumb us down. Take a stand. Cross the threshold. Repair the landscape. Nurture plants into their characteristic beauty and abundance. Enjoy the bounty that biologia delivers if only we open our senses and sensibilities to its perpetual yield.
Election? Elect to garden, elect to collect the water that falls from the sky, elect to direct the sunshine into your humble abode so that the eye of creation falls on your skin and warms you. Begin, begin, begin. If we do not begin how can we finish, begin again, finish again and again and again?