The New Earth, 2011 A.D., or, the Year Before, before the (much lauded) “End of the World”. Much fear unspoken and murmurings of Apocalypse. Speculations in whispered talk between close friends of impending catastrophic Earthquake or volcano, flood or oven-atmosphere cranking up the heat and baking the Earth unlivable. Quieter still the musings of Nuclear Death and all-too-possible moments of insanity by the insane unseen madman with a Top-Secret passcode and a finger on a red button, Death triggered from the impenetrable bowels of the Pentagon or Kremlin or the shadowy empire of the much-loved Great Leader of the starving. First silence, then a rumbling and hellish shaking and gradually the sky goes black for ever. Fearful vibes, world-wide it seems, masked and hidden by sayings of “I Don't Believe”, but deep down we all know that the Fear does exist. We are all, after all, not so far removed from beliefs rooted in some kind of pagan animism, witches, ghosts, spirits and Gods.
Who know’s. It does not seem all together unbelievable. Man, in his tens or hundreds of thousands of years of existence has still not yet evolved far from the level of dumb, barbaric beast. Kill to survive, yes. Kill. Man is greedy, crazy. Altogether untrustworthy. Those who wield power recognise their power to steal and cheat and kill and lie and they do hear the call. Mortal souls of man - still so easily bent to the whims of the Devil. If you listen closely to the wind, the voices of the ghosts of ‘45 can be heard, calling for reason at the onset of dusk - yet night after night, though they scream with more and more intensity their voices distant are buried in the noise and blue light buzz of a hundred million TV screens extolling the virtues of greed and death.
The surface of the earth is dying, as is the sea. Stupid man cares not and is slow to change for fear the jagged worm will turn red and dive below. Earth’s Death - a worrysome thing, best left to those kids of tomorrow. The same kids down on the street playing with sticks and making shooting noises or just crying and waiting for their first tooth to grow. Ah - hmmm yes leave it to them. Barry bring me the latest figures. How is our growth margin this sector? Steve - Go fetch me a coffee. What do you mean the printer’s broken? Well now, don’t just fucking stand there have someone fix the bloody thing.
Printer’s broken. System’s broken. When something breaks you either fix it or throw it on the pile and forget about it. Get a new one. People all over the place seem to be waking up to the fact that the machine has broken down. No longer is it economical, no longer is it efficient. It is cumbersome and outdated. Obsolete technology from days of buckshot and steam. Strong vibrations from the grassroots of Man, fed up with the mess of the old machine. Voices growing louder and no-longer suppressed due to the Key from God, the Internet. Loud strong voices spreading like wildfire, uphill and with endless fuel.
So maybe that’s it. 2012. Out with the old and in with the new. Seasons after fire the landscape becomes green and flourishes. New life, birds singing, fresh air and food to eat. The aborigines knew this. They were wise - are wise, and we should listen to them. Rainbow-serpent rumbling with the tractor on his back, crow’s feathers turning black. Take your fingers off red buttons you sad and crazy men. Give peace a chance - all you need is Love. The hippies were right, and so are the people in the Middle East who are dying daily to be Free. The Dragon with the arrow in his heart dies with flailing rage and fire and claws and teeth, so beware, but a dead dragon troubles the villages no more, and his piles of treasure are everyones to share.
