Sanctuary

Sanctuary: 1. refuge or safety from pursuit, persecution or other danger.   2. a nature reserve.

We finally have our Land for Wildlife accreditation. It's part of what may turn out to be a useless plan to make Shanti some sort of sanctuary - for ourselves, some people and wildlife. I believe if you have an intention things manifest accordingly. The kangaroos have already destroyed a thriving banksia I planted and we have had more visitors in a month than we had in a year at our last abode. My gut feeling is that people really are starting to freak out and the wildlife is just doing it's best to survive.

If my friends and family have been paying attention they will know I am a 'doomsday prophet'. As a teenager I had lucid visions of a world in collapse and felt deep down in my psyche that the dreams were portentous. As humanity faces the existential crisis that is climate change and the decimation of the planet on multiple levels I feel vindicated. This way of thinking has coloured my entire life but after more than 40 years of living with this 'reality' I have made peace with what may well turn out to be a delusion. Included in my predictions though was an expectation that when the threat of extinction was realised by others on a large scale things would get really interesting. I think that for the past few years particularly there have been visible signs of that.

It's pretty telling that those in the first world with opportunity - with everything they have and are able to experience positively - are still are miserable. People often ask me 'what's going on, why is everyone so stressed? Why aren't we happy??' I don't think they necessarily assume I know - they're just thinking aloud. 

Whether right or wrong or just plain mad - this is my response. 

Many years ago I blogged a lot about things 'deep and meaningful' - the archetypes that shape human behaviour and spirituality. Those blog posts are gone now. There didn't seem to be much point - the time wasn't right and people don't read stuff anyway. There was the added fear that my employers would stumble across my rantings and brand me a complete lunatic. Before I wiped the content from cyberspace though I got my posts printed in several hard bound books. I'm camping out at the moment and those books are in storage but I am going to dig them out.

In the meantime life goes on - I'm building, planning a hybrid native-veggie garden and working for money. Just how realistic any kind of sanctuary is in a world where people are freaking out and acting more randomly, in a climate that's heating up and drying out - is anyone's guess.