The Dogs of War are at it again. In their craving for power they want Syria, North Korea, Russia, China. They want control of the world, and they are indeed a hungry pack. So how does this looming annihilation affect our children and grandchildren? Are they emotionally and spiritually suffering?
We grandparents had our own experience with war. During the Cuban Missile Crisis I felt the fear that we could all die. I was 16. The next year JFK was assassinated. None of us put two and two together. We believed the official stories, we obeyed the authorities, and if there was dissent we didn’t hear about it.
Stepping even further back, some of the first events signaling the current shift took place in 1930. I was born in 1946, and I heard stories about the 1930s. The grandparents lived through a shocking, devastating, Survival Experience. The sky filled with Locusts and dust – this went on for years – talk about a ‘Biblical’! They made it through, helped by government programs. Then came world war and nuclear weapons.
So with the US having gone nuclear six months earlier, I was born. It didn’t look good for my generation, ducking under school desks to avoid radiation. Even though we were given a grim future, we were kids, we thought about other things.
After killing JFK, they started to rachet up the Vietnam war. That’s when our generation reacted. Everywhere there was a pulse of rebellion and liberation: we rejected the culture, the unjust political and legal systems, and the religious beliefs. We took a leap into ‘keeping it real, justice and one love’, and some of us are still inside that leap.
So now the missiles fly again in a world wildly out of balance. I wobble a bit with it, thinking about my grandchildren. We’ve seen world war before, but this time it’s a lot deeper… a Lot deeper. A ‘streets’ revolution could come around again, but the foe is so much smarter. Spiritual revolution/evolution has to be the way.
Where are the young ones in all of this? Here’s a glimpse I caught recently:
“I’ve got ‘Dead’ tattoo’d on my hand. I feel like I’m dead. I have a passion for what I’m creating, but with what’s going on in the world, I’m kind of pessimistic. I grew up having to self soothe: didn’t have my mother – she wasn’t there. Imagine trying to be your own mother. I couldn’t do it, and so I feel like I’m dead but I’m not.”
That quote comes from a 19-year-old musician. He says he was left without a mother to soothe him. That got me.
Child down, solace needed, mother missing, where is help going to come from!