I am the mother of the children that speak to closed ears. I mop away their tears and iron out their fears for them. I’ve just about had enough of staying quiet behind men. You see we carry the truth of things in our wombs and hearts, it would be a great place for us to start, whilst consulting the next move to take. I must come out of the silence and speak my truth before it’s too late. There are babies to be rescued, I know, I know, I don’t mean to test you, but why are we toying with DNA in test tubes when we haven’t even learned to live in harmony on our own planet yet. Can’t you feel the regret inside from not having done our best?
We run amuck all in sunder, watching our integrity pouring like tar from our mouths, as it heads underground. With our children watching on wondering if it will ever be found. If you sat down and asked them one day what they would do to fix the world - your child would speak to you with gleaming eyes and an eager smile. And you’d be so surprised by how wise your little one really is. If you just took some time to really speak to your kid. They’d lift the lid on a world long forgotten by you and I. Something we will need if we are ever to get this right.
I am Mother Earth and I have hope for you yet. I know, I know, you’ve all been doing your best.
But the truth is there’s no world view that’s more important than the rest. The combination of your songs working as one will ensure you pass this next test. For what you have lost is your sense of togetherness, by dividing me up to sate your cleverness and claim ownership. You’ve missed the point entirely. I know, I know, shiny things are beguiling, but how about your child’s wise eyes?
Entreat yourself with these more instead of going out with the guys all the time. The knowledge of how to turn this ship around is not yet lost on them, but the cost of sending them away when they have something childish to say is exactly why you are experiencing your darker days. Wrapped up in your gadgets, money and judgement based malaise. You see my friends you’ve forgotten how to play and enjoy without employing an external element of cigarettes and wine. Do you not experience my oceans as divine? Are my forests not enough for you? My lakes not fitting to power your jet boats through? May I just remind you that your true wishes are all one, You just have to combine your songs. If you don’t, I can guarantee you’ll miss me the most when I’m gone.
You must all start singing your songs together. There are no wrongs or right, you’re just different perfect pieces to the puzzle - that’s how you were designed. Stop resigning to the fact that it’s your way or my highways and get the right people on the right task. Not later, but today. Is that too much to ask?
You all have such beautiful things to say but have you been listening too? To your child with the glistening eyes? That wants to speak about their lives with you? You know about later on in the piece? Where they were kind of hoping to be cruising around on me in sweet harmony. Can’t you gift these babies the same opportunities as yourselves and more? Isn’t that what we are here for after all?
Now I hold no animosity and mean no disrespect, but if my oceans die, you die too. You dig?
And I know it’s scary to discuss this glaringly obvious issue with the few in the beginning who will actually listen. But word will spread from children’s beds to adult’s heads, less time will be spent watching television instead, planting of trees will commence, fences will be torn down. The only sound that everyone will hear is the sound of the same song ringing in their ears.
And thus begins the true Brave New World.
I am a girl named Satina. I live in Sierra Leone. I have no parents and I have nowhere to call home. I was raped and fell pregnant when I was ten years old, but I still have hope. And every morning when I wash my babies head with laundry soap I pray for the brave men and women that live in the countries of power. I know one day soon their hours of hard work will finally pay off. And my child and I will live on top of the world - safe from harm. I won’t have to calm my child during gun fire and bombs. Haven’t you heard that they are all beginning to sing the same song?
I am the Maori Kuia, I have wisdom inside, I know that these cycles are born and then die. There is a plan deep within the folds that is not known to men. But in the end it will be ok, because we are better off friends. There was a time in the past when the time would be soon and now in and amongst the gloom there has been made room for new growth. Now at this time - seeds are being sewn. The children will fix it, and their children will too. But the earth has a plan she’s not telling you about. If you sit away from the shouting within her forests or bask within her lakes, you will hear the wisdom soaring through the elemental gates between this world and the next. You are best to start learning to live off the land on your own, for these systems will crumble by the winds of destiny that have been blown. But do not fear, the ones who learn to take care of themselves in the next few years will be ok. It is now time, we can’t live on this planet by perpetuating crime against the absolute provider of life. The one’s that realise this will be allowed to carry on in through the night and out in to harmony. Just as all the children want it to be.