One Minute to Midnight An Ending Paradigm

Many will feel these are the end times, many predictions will be spoken of. When I went for my journey around the world in 2010 I knew I was going to see the world before it changed. I also knew something amazing is about to happen. I knew it because I felt the change in myself. My life is dedicated to peace for a purpose. When I dreamed I was teaching peace in 1998, it was then I knew that I was to live through extraordinary events. The program I wrote is called REAL HOPES which is an acronym for: Responsibility, Empathy, Awareness, Love, Honesty, Oneness, Peace, Enjoyment and Service. These values are universal and align us with the natural order. When we return to our true nature, which are universal values, we find real hope.

In truth it is the end of a paradigm and the beginning of a new one. It will be a time of REAL HOPES. This is what I am giving you, with love.

1 MINUTE TO MIDNIGHT

The clouds float like ocean currents,
Ushering the winds of a dawning day,
As night descends as blanket cover,
To rest, to retire, to rejuvenate,
Our earth is exhausted.

The wildlife senses the shifting sands,
The wetlands in drought,
The drylands in flood,
As food supplies dry up at the source,
They must move to recover lost habitat,
Deeply attuned to supply and demand,
population and species specific boundaries,
They must traverse into unknown hunting grounds,
to compete with human needs,
as the earth shrinks and population grows,
The ecological footprint becomes a corporate brand,
As this is the sand constantly shifting.

1 minute to midnight is the time,
Sands in the hour glass expand deserts,
A desert storm of distraction,
For we are unable to see when our eyes are closed,
We think denial is survival yet it reveals the inability to adapt,
To change the rules,
To see the world differently,
To step out of behaviours that are the crime of the century,
As the volcanoes erupt molten ash as a nuclear winter,
Nuclear fission builds tensions from confusion and angst,
As the Antarctic iceshelf slides slowly into the sea,
We see only the tip of the iceberg,
and Greenland can be seen,
It actually is green.

The smog, pollution and oil slicks,
Bring the scum to the surface,
For our water is not crystal clear,
The soils are not fertile crescents,
The air carries toxic fumes and acid rain,
The plumes from industry never cease,
As hot air is an endless argument,
For many are not reading this stern report,
Climate skeptics cry chicken little,
As they belittle natures breakdown,
To ensure we are still negotiating better contracts,
We are still trading carbon for small change,
We are still creating stock markets with infinite growth modeling,
For this is the greed that is patently blinded to climate change,
And as we wait patiently for others to change,
Time is running out as humanity strains,
For this strain of humanity is not open to natural selection,
As the silence of the lambs,
Are the good people… who do nothing

Yet to find solace,
Is to look into the summer solstice,
The Mayan’s speak of manifesting the shaman within,
To awaken to the fullest potential,
As true nature selects empowerment and self regulation,
As the old paradigm is replaced by the new transmutation,
For renewal is the flow not the fact,
The new information is transformation,
A regrowth of water, wind, earth and fire,
As human induced climate change,
Electromagnetic flares,
Rearrange the DNA,
To purify thoughts, words and actions,
As a stream of consciousness,
As love becomes the leading edge,
For we are currently standing at the ledge,
Deciding if we will deny to the end,
Or fly to great heights to begin again,
And this is the great dividing range,
Defining the mountain shadow
from the natural mountain high.