"Apocalypse is Now; Why not Known?"  - audio presentation by SillyMickel Adzema

You REALLY might want to listen to the audio above. It is a loose reading of this page, more entertaining than simply reading the text, is more conversational, contains extra information, and is framed by the feelings of the author/ audio presenter, so is altogether more accessible than the text alone, and I think an easier and more fun way to take in this page.

"Apocalypse is Now; Why not Known?" - by SillyMickel Adzema (the text of it, from here down)

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Have you heard the new version of the 12 days of Christmas? It ends with "8 billion Nero's fiddling." Unfortunately no one lives long enough to ever finish it . . . ever.

There are topics that you will rarely if ever hear in the mainstream media. It’s not that they’re not true; it’s that these true things are…well, is there such a thing as too true? Truth that the vast majority of people will either not hear, or will distort, will deny, will conveniently find hard to understand (i.e., they will retreat into confusion), and so many other things. Obviously, by the title, you already know the kinds of truths I’m referring to.

Our species has never been confronted with such truths – facts about the inevitable demise of our entire species in short order, unless something on a massive scale is done. And it seems our systems have no capacity for it – for indeed such an event has never occurred on our planet in its entire multibillion year history.

So the fact you're even listening, fully aware of the title, 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. So as I was trying to say above, many people are currently turning their head to the likelihood that we will all be dead in what will probably seem the fastest decades ever.

What makes this likelihood 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 trillions 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, 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.

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So when I think that the media is soft peddling this vital truth; as if providing the opium of pleasant reverie to a sick person, instead of providing the truth and giving the person the less pleasant and more strenuous options of fighting for one’s health; when I think of them as deciding for us, as if we are dying children, who they think they are being compassionate to when saying those things “you’re going to be just fine” etc., even as the patient takes the last breath. I think of this as enabling us in an addiction and even covering up the suffering that might get us well. Taking a look at the media in this light, I am offended and feel disrespected; for 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, languorous 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, truthfulness 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 committedly 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 becoming 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 beautiful and juicy we take our prodigal souls ever home, and more and more 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 crystal water, where it is then all the Universe 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 especially, 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 needn’t 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, crackled, and crashed, by the Caterpillar boots of newbie Humans, the skin bound ones; I mean, reaaalyy skin bound.  As for me such horrible catastrophic cacophony 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 unmovable 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 filled 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.

That was a time 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, who 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 Unity, 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 nowhere 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 different 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 knew that they were like employees 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 were 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 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.

I hardly think I will be the only one; though it seems that way now.  For, there are lots of people now, more than ever, who I think are fed up of being coddled from the truth and manipulated by lies and misinformation.  Having been water boarded so many gallons of lies over the past eight years, they are showing the starvation they’ve been feeling for truth, and the painful Jonesing for something authentic in a number of ways.  Most spectacularly, they showed it in the overwhelming turnout for Obama, someone who radiated realism, accountability, and authenticity.  They are showing it still as the polls show that the Republicans are seen to be more like fools than as credible opponents. Still, facing the facts of the likely End of All Time, Doomsday, or Apocalypse – however you choose to phrase it – is not in anyone’s hardwired capacities to handle.  We are like ants suddenly confronted by a huge lumberjack’s boot about to come smashing down on their meticulously created universe of AntHill. I doubt they’ve ever been programmed for such contingencies.

But humans are supposed to have the capacity to reason, to go beyond pure instinct, and to be able to prepare for the totally unprecedented. So far, our much-vaunted rationality is seeming like a pretty convenient rationalization to enable to kill without conscience, for any reason we choose, the other species on this planet.  How would our PlanetMates see it, perhaps something like “Humans Adopt Superiority Over All, Basing It On Their Inability to Keep Their Psychotic Minds’from ever stopping the onslaught of mental verbiage, which keeps them from seeing Reality, let alone God, who is directly before them, but they are committed to this pyschosis of generating such a mental screen of words, which they mistake for actual reality. Living in their self-imposed tortuous hell of verbal-mental realities having nothing to do with reality, they neither see God, nor us, nor do they really hear each other – for they pretend to listen but are really thinking of what they are going to say when it is their turn, and so they come away from conversations having only heard themselves. And now, their delusion is having them kill themselves all off; and they are not even all that concerned. Unfortunately, they are taking ALL the rest of us, indeed everything alive on this planet down with them. Planetmates, in light of this are questioning their compassion for their sorry half-born asses and tolerance over the past 25 millennia.

You don’t believe them?  Natch.  Didn’t expect you to – sprung on you like that – but if it just for a moment pisses you off enough to say “NO, We are not stupid ape.”  We are rational.  Then you cannot be consist without using some of that, ahem, ahem, so-called “reason.”  For before you can say NO to Apocalypse you have to let yourself KNOW Apocalypse. Now, how many of you have the cajones or ovaries for that?!

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 – sorry if it offends people so much that they have to put down feeling people by saying “kumbaya moment,” to put down people who have hearts by saying “bleeding hearts,” or even when we have a President who sheds a tear and says in all sincerity, “I feel your pain,” the cynical have to rake him over the coals for it and put it down in the history books as a calculated, planned, political move. I’m sorry for people like that who have no hearts and so do not understand those of us who do. Because before I went into therapy and opened up to my feelings and eventually to the love that lie deep inside, I was more of a mental machine than a man.  Now, I am happy to be flesh and blood and feeling and organic – I cry, fart, burp, laugh uproariously sometimes rolling on the floor, I see, hear, and notice people and think they are just fascinating; and I can’t imagine life back in the world of the machine-minded, bragging how they can multi-task, so they can fuck up more things at the same time; but never can they focus on one thing at a time and completely take it in, in all its complexities. But this isn’t about the ones who will never hear me.  It’s about those who are just as much flesh and blood as I.  You, are the ones who will understand that I do this because, I just, well, really love. I've got an 11 year old god-daughter; she reminds me what being straight and honest is.  She also reminds me what love is, and how tender is the simple appreciation of one being for another. In my mind, she is beautiful inside and out and talented and sensitive. She is God’s work of art. I don’t think there is a parent alive who doesn’t know those kind of feelings. 

So, I don't know about other people, but with her in mind, among many others that I love, I find it hard to simply ignore the things that the scientists are saying are happening on this planet. Perhaps the most horrible for me to comprehend is the predicted massive extinction that is underway and is expected to reach a 50% dieoff (forever, folks) within a few decades. You thought the bees disappearing was news!  Only if you can understand it as the canary in the coal mine.  A 50% extinction of life forms on this planet within a few decades, many of which have been around for millions of years.  And,are you thinking, hell, we got way too many species anyway?  (For those who think that an asinine question that nobody would ask, consider yourself fortunate to not have had to hear some of these heartless responses like I have; yes, that’s what I’ve heard on more than one occasion – and not in jest or foolin’.  That one I just used as an example was in response to a presentation I was making at a conference and it was said in all seriousness in front of everyone; and many of them seemed to think she had a point!) 

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 in response to the general idea out there about God, this insane notion that God is Infinite Goodness and Mercy beyond all human understanding, yet this Good God 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!

Ok, finishing up here.  If you care about what's going on and think we should wake up. Naturally you’re discouraged at how little consciousness there is about an environmental collapse that has already begun. But there is hope at least in certain things. Consider the timing: Bush just left office not too long ago.  Obama just took over the Presidency not too long ago.  I've just started speaking out on this and establishing websites for purposes of education and support (Apocalypse Know, Apocalypse-NO, Apocalypse Emergency (this one), SillyMickel’s Calling the Noble in Spirit: Wake Up) and expressing these ideas in blogs (SillyMickel’s Blog of the Obvious Unspoken Things at sillymickel’s apocalyptic wakeup call, The Great Reveal by SillyMickel & the PlanetMates at Angels In Nature, SillyMickel's Blog: Things That Want to Be Said……Why the Matrix? , and Sillymickel's Journal - The Things Nobody Seems Willing to Say…Why the Matrix). But I’ve been writing about these things on MySpace.com and Facebook; and soon the websites www.primalspirit.com, www.primalreturn.com, and www.naturalself.net will contain the resources that we have in mind for them as well.  You think I’m overdoing it? Consider that I believe what I’m saying: A trillion alarm emergency, the lives of my loved ones at stake. Now, if you knew what I knew, would you do less?

But this isn’t about me, it’s about the fact that I felt finally like I could speak out in this country only when Obama was sworn in as President. The hopeful question is: Who knows how many efforts like this one – meaning all kinds of things people might be doing to stave off this Unthinkable Nightmare -- are going on now. Now, not with Bush in power, when finally we have the world and its efforts, however difficult they still will be, at least not being actively undermined by a Bush administration. We have a time where any efforts will succeed based upon the good will of the participants, without worrying that the mighty U.S. will at some point either secretly or overtly throw the grandest of all monkey wrenches in to shatter the work of the good people of the world.

As to 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.

But we have, if we choose it, the power of solidarity, truth, and, if we can awaken enough people, the power of great, great, grand numbers on a scale that also has never been possible before. So, I urge everyone to remember that they are in the midst of a trillion alarm fire. The emergency is upon us; unfortunately it is not being broadcast, but some of that is because it is too dire for the media to want to touch.

So it’s up to us. We must remember that it has always been the common people of the world uniting in great numbers that have accomplished the things of greatest value to the world. If we must once again, and without the support even of the media, rise to the biggest challenge of all, then why would we not be the better ones to face it; for the elite have already shown that they care little for anything but their profits.

Whereas it is the common people of the world, taking their pleasure in their pride of work, and especially their families, who have put themselves always on the line. We need only to remember that it is not for us, or even for all the innocent creatures of the world – though that would be huge motivation for many – but if only so that our children and grandchildren will not suffer, will get to live, and hopefully will be awarded at least the chance that other generations got for a full life, we must give our all.

I can’t believe that the masses of people in the world, were they ever to come to understand the true consequences – the life and death ones – for their immediate family – would not do everything including risking one’s own life, for something so precious – the continuation of family…the laughter of children, the innocence of a babe, and above and beyond everything, the continuation of Love, sweet, sweet, ever growing and expanding Love, under the blessings and grace of The All that Is, whose substance is just that -- Love.