Apocalypse - NO!

Thanks for visiting. As you know, this is not your ordinary "what I did on my summer vacation" site, so the fact you're here proves you are one of the few who are opting to know the truth -- however disturbing -- rather than turn your head, as an unbelievable number of people are currently doing, to the likelihood, (sorry, that's not something people want to know; but it will be a certainty unless people get the courage to do something, which necessarily of course starts with LOOKING at the problem!).  OK, I'll try again, this isn't easy for me either. The cumulative scientific evidence relating to the fate of this planet has been accelerating in the direction of there being little to no hope that there will be much, if any, life on this planet, at some point only 20 to 50 years from now. What makes it so disturbing is that many people know this and yet don't care, some even get a charged up thrill, or sense of power at the prospect, and many others just can't wait! Sadly they have certain misguided religious beliefs that have turned this most abominable thing, wiping out the efforts and strivings and occurrences of billions of years over 8 billion Human souls alone, in current time, and negating the passionate struggles of trilliions of humans prior to us who wanted more than anything else to leave the world a better place.  But take a cynical -- maddened -- generation or two, and they may as well never have lived.
    Why am I saying this? If you have children, or grandchildren, even if you might not see it, what kinds of parents exist now that blithely turn away from the trillion alarm fire that is already waging, that will consume their beloveds in ways too horrible to contemplate? I don't understand it, for in any other situation where they would be threatened, wouldn't many even risk their own lives?
     I need to say this because, well this site is titled Apocalypse--NO!  And despite the madness surrounding us in the minds of people stressed with problems of all kinds that are now at unprecedented levels, I have faith in God and in the nobility of Humans at their base. I believe that more and more will not only face this horrible darker-than-night cloud looming and rushing us from the horizon, but will deem it to be the one worthy thing left to do, whichever way it goes.
     I am using my God given skills of communication and intellect, along with a lifetime of study into the human mind and its healing,  I know there are other's like myself right now attempting to wake up the noble spirited, the heroic among us, who once convinced will add whatever unique qualities God has blessed them to this once in a multibillions chance to be good, kind, brave, hard working , sympathetic, heartful, strong, God-loving, life embracing, laughter, song, and children loving Humans again. Humans, not greedy beasts of prey with green in their eyes and their blood, who have been taking over this planet for several decades now, for idiotically selfish ends, and so maddened we have already seen the first incredible detonation of their unconcern for this planet,  all God's creatures on it, and even their own offspring, in this collapse of an entire global economic system in what seemed practically to be overnight.
     Enugh said here. I will have much more on this site, because unfortunately the mainstream media will not risk their ad revenue by openly reporting what is so well known. I am not one who appreciates being pampered and protected from upset, when it means that it will guarantee my death, do you?  For if a great many people don't quickly and radically reverse their lives (and no I'm not talking boy scout recycling efforts), I'm talking about the gearing up and urgency that would need to be far greater than that of the last world war -- how can it not be seen that that holocaust will seem a tea party alongside what's coming?  But it is not warriors we need, that's part of the problem. We do need people as disciplined and caring, not just of their buddies, but of all life, human and non-human, of all creation that God in his/her great love for us and all life masterfully crafted, slowly, carefully, meticulously, over a near eternity this incredible, planet, as finely balanced and perfect and precise, and wondrous and beautiful in infinite ways, precisely moving in perfect harmonious exquisite synchronicity of infinite living elements through the seasons, over the years, langurous and slow and allowing for a plenitude of experience, of possibilities for joyous play, exuberant and bountiful youthful sense of power, pride, belonging -- for ALL creatures, and infinite number of them -- each of them single individuals sharing with us this possibility of joy, wonder, happiness, laughter, pain, grief, wisdom....this divine adventure taken by so many humans even, each doing their best between the poles of the monstrous and the angelic, creating in the end, whatever the outcome lives as different, as unique, as incomparable as any snowflake to another.  And all the while, surrounded from birth, breathing the divine, God always so close you can't see, but in every little thing pushing you to the exquisite slow, painful then wonderful unfolding into greater and greater wisdom, goodness, love, truthfullness and loving of truth -- no matter how long it takes, or even lifetimes -- slowly, slowly, turning, turning, expanding, flowing ever outward in wider and wider encompassing surrounds of wisdom and love -- no matter how long it takes-- and on the way the dawnings of blissful openings of being leaving the darkness of pain and ignorance more and more at our roots, just as the lotus grows out of the much of the dirty swamp, feeding on that much for sustenance, just as our hardships, mistakes, even our cruelties lead us in time that much more beautifully and commitedly loving of love, of life, of goodness, of God, and our eyes every more aware of the beauty always there but more and more radiant as the darkness slowly dissipates, and the lotus reaches its tender shoot higher and higher into the murky water, it too in time bcoming increasingly aware of light that is above and that the darkness is more and more in behind it, until, just as we, there is that moment of arriving on the water surface and feeling and breathing being free and so joyous, blissful, and understanding of the marvelous divine perfection of the experience, even when it seemed hopeless, just as we, and in gratitude and glory it unfolds its perfect, delicate, joy in the expressions of joy that are the splendid beauteous aromatic creations that we call its many petals, but for the lotus is its song of gratitude, as much as our unfolding may open our hearts so deliciously loving and alive that we must sing to God, to Love, to the Consciousness that is the only Existing thing and equally coursing its wondrous way throughout all creation -- lotus, Human, in the loving ministrations of all God's creatures toward each other as we feel the attraction of like to like, of divine to divine.....
    And would this wonderful incredibly sweet sound of God's Life in us and around us, harmonizing over billions over years and to the ends of the Universe, the chorus of the divine, the harmony of the spheres, this grand, often dramatic and percussive symphony, the only reality, the only one really desired, the home of all whose sound is even telling you it is Om, where one belongs, where one loves and is loved and dualism-nondualism are irrelevant for equally delightful are the movements of this endless ever changing symphony, which must be separate and forgetful and also awake and one for the sheer beauty of it, for the sheer pleasure of remembering again the most wonderful truth of oneself, and then maybe again.
    Of such possibilities and perceptions are the expanses outside, outside one's skin, as one's identity is not merely that within the gushing palpitation below the skin but expands to include spouse, family, children, others, all creatures, all beings known and unknown, with malice toward no one, as such unity is our food our destination our bliss our home... oh, so sad and yet tender and and beautul and juicy we take our prodigal souls ever home, and more and moer recognizing our brothers and sisters on the way, delighting in the exquisite separation that  we will continue to enjoy until ready to release, let go, like a swimmer letting go of the side of the pool to sink deep into the crysltal water, where it is then all the Univers that one experiences and then one becomes aware that one is just as much of it as in it, and slowly delightfully then just not conceiving of any boundaries and the swimmer disappears to those still holding on to the delightful game of pretending that there is any such thing as a thing, as boundaries, as nations, as bodies... fun, that game of thingness... for a while... for it is just a game, a made up concocted set of parameters, boundaries, and rules, that we sit down on a pleasant Sunday afternoon to play, to enjoy the amazingly creative plays, humorous remarks, and outright belly-whomping creative utterances that our playmates entertain with and we enjoy also performing as things we do and say come so perfectly from, well, ... it's just there.  We just are, we can't help be, and whether irritated or  laughing uproariously or snickering secretively as we plan our next play, in sweet anticipation of the reactions, surprise! befuddlement! or knowing smiles from another, it is all unknown and to be discovered, so who would spoil such fun by ever letting on, even, or expecially, to oneself that it is all known, there is no separation, why we even might enjoy it more if we allow ourselves to suppose that the stakes are real -- at which point we know we have taken the wondrous forgetfulness game of Humanness.  One only does that to enjoy the sweetest waking of all, that from the soundest and undisturbed of all possible dreamings. 
    However you conceive it, though. you need'nt buy my reverie, in fact how could you though you and I could be mirrors to each other it is the absolute knowing that we cannot be the same snowflake.  No.  You have your world, and your unique way of enjoying sweet existence.
     But is it God's, yours, mine, anyone's plan that this multibillion year sweet symphony of consciousness expressing itself as beauteous Nature is suddenly, in eternal time, within the last second or two, to be stomped, crackeled, and crashed, by the Caterpillar boots of newbie Humans, the skin bound ones; I mean, reaaalyy skin bound.  As for me such horrible catastrophic cacaphony of destruction is about as creative and delight inducing as a slow wonderfully silent drive through a countryside in late spring, fragrant, aromatic, feelings of gratitude to the All That Is, and hearts overflowing in appreciation of the company of such remarkable, loving, and brilliant of friends, so slowly meandering in fragrant meadows and moisty tart forests one just regrets that the vehicle will have to stop to be charged in a little bit.  That's pleasant to me, maybe it is or isn't to you.  But who among us would wish for the ride, the symphony, the song, the journey, the adventure, the whatever's finale to be a split second of angry irritation and then an all too easy wander off of the freeway home such that before one is even aware oneself and one's friends and God's delightful chorus is composed.... the ending, 60 miles per hour, 6 friends, the unmoveable concrete of an overpasses supports kissing all six's bloody bags of waters, water balloon style erased on the slab, and the percussive sounding to mark the end, over before you even realize it's begun, but when you in your awestruck wonder slow it to single frames, that sound, that sound so hideous, containing so many others within its one second elapse, but you there are billions, you hear, trillions, more, infinite, crashing, metal but within it mixed, why, that is that hell that some speak about.  All those voices crying out in loss, in anger: How have you the right? Why have you robbed....?  And all creatures that have ever lived here crying out in pain at the same time; such things well... not fun... not, well... anything.  It seems we were even given the warning so that we could come up with a much better drama, more fun for all for every place in consciousness throughout the Universe.  For the Universe has already experienced such a bummer of a symphony, which is now just a red planet... it was much more fun fillled with life, creative divine noises, and manic whacky Chaplinesque movements, sounds, color, laughter, laughter, laughter. Not fun that one.
   Why not a hero's tale; no, solitary hero, but billions and billions of heroes.  Showing the Universe the story of the impossibly death-defying grasping at life, even as being thrown over the cliff, the solidarity in flesh, as united as in divine state, grasping single-handedly a bit of root protruding from the very edge above the abyss. And with mighty united, happy joyous, then singing, mighty and strong, pulling up, scraping knees chins, shins, no matter, such incredible unity of peoples around the Globe as hasn't been seen since the time before that Tower, that time called Babel, when flesh decided to really stray from remembering and to really become solitary and alone, creating the darkness, which the light is so much sweeter by, creating the horrible endless times of struggling, of violence, of ego over ego, with no one hearing, no one listening, but every simply babbeling out THEIR world, their sounds, "the song must be like this!" "It is my song."  "I am divine, whoe the hell are you to sing while I'm composing my next chorus!?"  And so it began, with the blissful knowledge of Unity with All That Is turning psychotically into "I AM the Uniity, I am all that is, I am hardly experiencing the flows of consciousness that you are.  For I AM the only consciousness.  How could you be?  You don't look like me; yet I am conscious and I am the Decider. So since I look like this and I act, and you look different, as different as I look compared to a pile of rubble, so you must not feel.  You must be props for me to use.  And yet you jabber on, even as I am thinking ever more, always thinking.  I can't stop this thinking, I don't remember the world too well.  That must be the price of being the only real living feeling existing thing here."  So it went.  I don't know why.  But then there is that thing about it all being about greater wisdom.
    And perhaps, I think this a better story than a one second sounding of the Universe in Pain... for no where in that Universe would there be a being saying, now that was one great species.  Really so godlike.  Incredible, they lasted for one nanosecond and then simply slammed their entire species, even taking with them every other of the millions of diiferent kinds of beings that Consciousness was tripping around with, in, checking out.
    No.  I don't see it that way as being any more entertaining or enlightening than the shortest of all short stories about a man who walked across a busy freeway, cleverly he avoided every car; he got increasingly adept and nimble.  In his happiness he jumped to safety and stabbed himself to death with a knife.  I told you, pretty dumb story.
    I'd rather see people becoming the best Humans that have ever lived on this planet at one time, and working together, not knowing even if they would make, but knowing that the laughter of children depended on it.  That laughter of children would be never again.  And, in fact, who can say that it ever existed really.
   
      So, if you feel like I do. If you would rather write, together with 8 billion others, a story that will thrill God Herself, won't we be thrilled and never forget.  How we took the best they had.  They misinformed, spent untold huge amounts on those whose souls could be bought, and many there were, to deny, to repress, even when the rest of the world was waking up and looking to us for leadership.  And America did not merely back off and, inexplicably, turn to throw back at the world a big ol' middle finger salute, grimacing, then turn and walk away.  America, the wealthiest country in the world at that time (well at least its rich elite made it so, for its standard of living was getting lower by the year since the institution of the new slogan of democracy which was redefined in the early 1980s as, "of the people, by the people, to benefit the rich." ), left the rest of the world to suffer and meet and discuss.  And all the time the world was knowing that they were like employess having a meeting without the boss showing up... nope, more like they were like the citizens who lived in a beautiful lake area, which had once been a pristine lake.  But now the lake was dead, there was no fish living, lots of gooey seaweed though.  And sure they all contributed something to polluting that lake they did, but what was going to be done having meetings that had no representatives of the lumber milling company that sat on a good stretch of lakeside frontage, and mindlessly had been spewing the most god awful chemicals in the lake.  It was going to be a sickening the citizens soon..  But this lumber operation also confused any deliberations that might have been fruitful by its habit of tossing around such huge gobs of money at selected groups of citizens.  so that's us, the fat bastards.
   I will be doing what I can to put my energy towards educating about the dangers, trying to help people to understand that it is so huge that they are not really believing it, but that it is real, as real as your kid getting killed by suddenly lurching out of your hand to rush into the street just as a car was speeding there.
    But there are lots of people now, more than ever, who I think are fed up.  I'll be talking about a rise in authenticity, a thirst that people have for the truth after having been water boarded so many gallons of lies over the years.
    Like I said this is the site, "Apocalypse - NO!"  Unfortunately before you can say no to apocalypse you have to let yourself KNOW Apocalypse..  I will be sending out notices when I'm putting stuff up.  I will be writing about things that inform, get the head put on straight (and on top of the head, not in the sand or up one's, well, y'know, those "nether" places.)... and about the things that hold out hope, and the things that inspire.  Sting sang, "We could be heroes...just for one day."  Wow, that just occurred to me.  It also occurred to me that it never made any sense to me until just about, oh, like 2 seconds ago.
    Well, I'm no hero.  I just fucking care.  I just well really love.  I've got an 11 year old god-daughter.  I don't know about other people, but I can't take in the things that are happening on this planet -- a 50% extinction of life forms on this planet within a few decades -- are you thinking, hell, we got way too many species anyway?  Well, the planet is an ecosystem, it is like one giant life form.  and it was once really healthy, perfect balance, like I said, a wonderful creation of God, reminding us that God is well, really, I mean, really, really, good!  (nope, not being facetious; just making my point out there about this idea that God is good and would create a hell where all but a lucky few would live, without being able to die, in hideous unbearable agony forever.  Christ!  I just heard myself realize that and if I were a kid I would've pooped my pants.  (yeah, I'm a bit crude sometimes, too.  But cut me a break, I'm a feminist and have been one since before it was invented.  I'd a had to be an idiot to not hear the way my father-who-never-smiled-ever yelled and screamed at my mother and told her how dumb she was when it was he who couldn't even spell bowl (no, dad, it's not b-o-l-e; and I'm sorry you were so miserable your whole life.  If I'd a had to live your shitty life; and not be able to think up any options, or have any fun, or laugh.  Well, I thank God I'm not you; and I wish you'd have had a happier life; and I know you're being in the surround of a really loving, really, really loving being, God.  I know you get it now, Dad.  So this ain't about you being bad, Dad.  It's about women being hurt; and about them being put down so you could feel a little better about yourself.  And anyway, Dad, I know that I'm just luckier than you and Mom.  I wouldn't have wanted either one of your lives.  Yet, I know "There but for the grace of God... ")
   Oh, sorry, hope you didn't mind.  You know, if it comes up every few years or whatever to think of your Dad who passed on years ago, and have a heart to heart, like you can do only know, when he's in the loving surround, and not screaming at you?  Well, I recommend to anybody that they do any of those kinds of things that they can, when it comes to them.  I mean don't make a fucking religion out of it!  (wink, wink)
   Ok, finishing up here.  If you care about what's going on and think we should wake up.  Please sign the guest book to let me and others know.  Really.  It's the least we can do for each other. 
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   I've just started this.  Bush just left office not too long ago.  Obama just too over the Presdency not too long ago.
    So, who knows where this effort will lead, and by that I mean, who knows how many others are also feeling like we don't have a second to lose, and it might already be too late.  Who knows what kind of actions might be needed to be done, and what kind of word might need to get out, or whatever.  So, if you care, we might as well start making that network now.  And I know there are others.  But there can never be too many connections bringing together all of us who care.  Don't forget we're going up against a bunch who DON'T care, but who are, as they termed them, not me! "filthy rich."  And you know how many and how cheaply souls are going for these days.
    Well that's enough for now.  This is SillyMickel Adzema, and it is May 20th, 2009.  Who knows, we may even meet some day; and I'm sure I'll see a divine glint in your eye.
    Anyway, how's that go (dammit, I'm thinking of that fucking Coke song.)  No, something like "let there be peace on Earth, and" c'mon now, sing along with it in your heads at east "and let it begin with me."  Right?  And that's the way it is and always has to be.

   So I'll start.                                   SillyMickel Adzema       email address:  ApocalypseKnow@live.com
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