What if Good AND Evil are Best Friends?

What if Good AND Evil are Best Friends?

What if evil is just the flip side of good?

What if evil is like darkness – just the absence of light?

What if simplicity and complexity are both sometimes the “right” thing?

What if viruses trying to constantly kill us is how we evolve and become more than we could possibly be without them?

What if stupidity and intelligence need each other – for how can you know what intelligence is without knowing stupid?

What if our current way of living by destroying the planet and our own souls is a virus that is evil, simplistic and stupid?

… But altogether necessary for us to transform and learn and become more than we could possibly imagine?

What if?….

I ask this on the Christmas Day remembering our good friend Nietzsche [as he inspired the title] who is famous for saying: God is Dead

and instead of being like those who accuse him for hating God

seeing that some of his writings can be read as a longing for our lost God which we killed and a journey to finding what it is that will replace the God we killed….

What if Nietzsche, rather than being read ONLY for being harsh and arrogant and intellectually brutal in his attacks of others weaknesses is ALSO one of the most compassionate humans that ever lived?

Is this possible?

Of course.

We are all a bag of contradictions, to be otherwise would mean we are not human.

To prove my point here is a quote of his:

What does it mean to be human?

To no longer be ashamed of oneself.

What does it mean to be humane?

To take away the shame of others?

What if we should stop being ashamed of our stupidity that is destroying creation, but admit that this is a part of who are are… and let this difficult admission remove our shame and allow us to become the intelligent beings we have the potential to be?

What if all those who see the collapse of our society are not doomers and negative fear mongers but instead bringers of life and healing?

What if healing can only happen IF you first admit that you are sick?

What if sickness has the potential to be a blessing?

What if YOUR task today, and every day, in this age of ecosystem collapse, to be a blessing?

What if your task is to be a healer and heal, knowing facing the ugly truth that we have unleashed sickness upon both the earth and ourselves, but that this evil allows us to choose good.

What if being kind by pretending all is well is cruel?

What if the death of the world as we know it it what will make possible new new world, a vibrant healthy world? So, dear friends, the choice is yours.

Whatever you choose and do makes a difference, even if its one snowflake, for even the weight of one snowflake can, at the right place and the right time, bring the dead tree tumbling down so new life can spring forth from the old.

What if Hope itself is our only Hope, as this poem makes clear?

HOPE

I had been carrying hope

in my pocket like it was

polished gemstone for years

whenever trouble came

I’d squeeze hope tightly

in my shaking hand

and I could feel

it bump against my

palm like a newborn

heartbeat

that’s how

I knew that

I was safe

recently though,

I somehow lost my hope

I have no idea if I put it down

somewhere or if it slipped out

while I was fumbling for my keys

without being able

to hold onto hope

I soon became lost myself

after a while of wandering

in the wild on my own

I bumped into hope

~ who looked so different

hope was no longer a

little gemstone that could

fit in my pants pocket

hope was a now a wide stream

cutting through the woods

“I thought I lost you!” I admonished

the river grabbed a couple of

rainbow trout and used them

to smile at me

“lost me?” The water babbled. “That’s impossible!”

“Well, one minute I was holding onto you and the next you were gone.”

“I needed to change forms,” Hope replied.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you’ve been carrying me for so long that I decided we should try something different.”

“What’s that?”

“I thought I would take a turn carrying you for a bit.”

the river rose

up around me

and pulled me gently onto

my back

I was floating

I didn’t realize how exhausted I was

until the river held me

and hope carried me

and hope carried me

and hope carried me

~now whenever trouble comes

I just spread my arms open

and let hope wrap me up in

her slow water

and I can still feel it

pulse against me like a

newborn heartbeat

that’s how

I know that

I’m safe again

I don’t know where

we are going

hope and I

still appear to

be so lost

but at least we

are together

maybe we will stay out here

without a map for a while longer

funny enough, I’m in no rush

to get to our destination

because it has been so long

since I’ve felt held by anything

and I now think I could really

start to get used to it

by john roedel