(All music and lyrics written, arranged and produced by Stephen Michael Murphy (c) 2017)
It doesn’t take a Nostradamus to see the host of calamities our primeval mindset is capable of manifesting. What happened to Jackson Browne singing about the healing power of the sun? After Three Mile Island nuclear energy became an unacceptable risk as Dr. Helen Caldicott warned ” there is no safe level of radioactive exposure”. So we canceled canoe trips to protest at General Electric until comfort became our new cause giving nuclear isotopes a backstage pass into the main stream. Back in 2011 the land of the rising plume began seeing solar in a different light after a crippling 9.0 magnitude earthquake rocked their tenuous power grid. Instead of the one inch per year average, tectonic plates shifted Japan 13 feet in a matter of seconds . At the same exact moment there were seismic events in eastern Russia and a violent volcanic eruption in Indonesia. Thirty four minutes later the water table rose 4 inches in Florida. The resulting tsunami was devastating for the Japanese people and the multiple nuclear meltdowns (equaling thousands of Hiroshima’s) are still an evolving tragedy for all sides of mother earth.
On the American side there stand three pretty houses with three growing families, all in a row and all in distress. Depression and nervous disorders living next door to autism who shares a property line with bipolarity. One thing they have in common is weekly visits from exterminators with misleading names like Truly Green who spray toxic hormone disrupters for the unsuspecting families to inhale. I can run from the poison but I can’t hide from “China Syndrome” events contaminating Japan and the northern hemisphere. How does Roundup relate to radiation? Both are carcinogenic poisons, both employed on grand scale with 450 nuke plants worldwide and “Roundup ready” alfalfa Monsanto’s latest genetically engineered assault on our food supply. Corporate science continues to experiment on us under the guise of “feeding the world” increasing our toxic burden with their flagship brands. The goal of these emotionally bereft deciders is to meet increased demand profitably while factoring in collateral disease and suffering. So radiation events are managed , there’s nothing to worry about, wash your hands and your future cancer death from a single molecule of plutonium ingested will be hidden in the statistical mix (radiation doesn’t leave a slick). A silent nuclear catastrophe would be a bitter blessing since real change only happens when we see pain on the face of our own child.
A fragmented human psyche is the source of these hardships. With long term survival dependent upon sound judgment keeping pace with technology; can we go beyond the limitations of logic to embrace the unifying data hidden in cryptic code, in dreams, in coincidence and recognition streaming from the subconscious mind? While unknowable in an intellectual sense the subconscious is like a valuable expanse of unexplored Amazon jungle, the other 97% of brain capacity and the missing link in our spiritual evolution.
An iceberg is a cool metaphor for the mind. A small portion of its mass bobbing above the surface representing the seven bits of data we hold in up front awareness while the remaining expanse lies hidden below the waves. When driving your Prius you employ up to 30 specific skills without being aware of most of them. This is bona fide decision making intelligence that we use “unconsciously” including texting, coffee drinking, make-up and nose hair trimming. This same deeper mind is controlling ALL our body functions (heart rate, breathing, digestion, nervous system etc) automatically: you are being breathed!. The waterline of this metaphorical iceberg is where we imagine and dream in a two way communication1.. The problem is the priesthood of scientific materialism rules and flatly rejects that which it can’t quantify. Consequently we’re mentally marooned relying on wishful spirituality and superstition instead of our naturally connection to the living God. Indigenous people cultivated this disposition, living life as transformation, in the global village not so much.
With so many rivers to cross our tendency is to seek consolation in the spirit without healing the human drama, trauma and armor that connects the dots. We remain mostly unhappy and unhealthy living in a box of sharp edges with burnt seams, all but impenetrable. Fortunately answers are nearer than near, in cancer healing herbs (Ailanthus) growing wild outside the skyscrapers where they’re needed or like the Tibetans who cleanse negative karma using prayer wheels, devices for spreading spiritual blessings and well being. Rolls of thin paper imprinted with thousands of copies of the mantra “Om mani padme hum” are placed in a container then spun around in many sizes; there are even prayer wheels for your laptop. Tibetan Buddhists believe repeating the mantra invokes the blessing of Chenrezig, the embodiment of compassion3. A prayer wheel is a way to energetically balance and heal, a way to radiate the love you feel, dangerous nuclear power is not.
The reality is information has gone viral and our subconscious synapses will follow. We’re problem solvers and tough like Ailanthus, (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn), so Homo sapiens will survive the petroleum binge without ruining the earth completely eventually settling on a sustainable path. The planet is a living, breathing reflection of our inner journey that will resolve as we evolve. All those dazzling metaphors about end days that never end. There’s a long line of homeless men holding up cardboard signs condemning us all to hell for being disengaged. They are the point, nothing adds up, even religion separates us because of the massive gap in our psyche otherwise the spirit would be undifferentiated and palpable between us. Allow and everything is illuminated; the pathway from the mind through the all important subconscious to the heart creates understanding and whole human beings. Beings you’d want to have a beer (or Saki) with, beings with skills logical and intuitive. Beings who know if something sounds good but doesn’t feel right, they go with their gut. Then, thanks to the power of the sun, the only Nippon meltdown to fear will be a frosty one at the Sendai solar ice cream plant.
Radiate is a tune about a future son calling back on a prayer wheel “200 years after Armstrong walked on the moon”. The blight of dangerous short term thinking has been extinguished and life, full of hope and hard knocks, has simplified back to the land. Methods of water distribution, food production and energy have been localized; we’ve adapted to less letting “divine chaos connects us to a life in tune”.
1The Unconscious Mind & The Iceberg Metaphor, Process Coaching Center
3Prayer Wheel Spiritual Technology from Tibet, 2004 Dharma Heaven