The Free Radical

The Forest has been in ‘No comment’ mode for two days now… and I think I know why.

(Merlin of the High Places by Happy the Man released on their 1999 album Death’s Crown, although the songs were recorded much earlier during rehearsals on fairly primitive equipment– not bad!)

There’s still too many people running around with their hair on fire. Stop! Drop and roll… a joint or something, and try to keep calm.

Yesterday I was conflicted. I had this whole piece worked out about tuning out the mainstream media– and we’ll still get to that in a moment– but then I made the ‘mistake’ of watching the James Foley beheading video. Suddenly I wanted everyone to see that video. It’s bizarre and confusing, and raises a great many questions… and yet the popular media refuses to ask any of those questions. The talking heads just continue to lap it all up and flash their best shit-eating grins… “Hey mate, you’ve got a piece of undigested corn stuck in your teeth!”

So yesterday I indulged my questioning nature by framing a comedy piece about the video called The Beheading of Western Journalism. Yes, a comedy piece… about a beheading. Like the proverbial cheese, it stands alone.

The magical life we yearn for resides in the high places.

I’m not talking about mountaintops; I’m talking vibration. Feelings that are uplifting bring us to the high places. Feelings of a low vibratory nature keep us attached to the mundane merry-go-round.

So put down the remote and back away. There’s this pervasive idea in our culture that being informed about every tragedy and atrocity occurring around the world somehow ennobles us. Pure and utter bullshit! May I suggest that we read as many headlines as we wish each day, but only in the instances where we feel that there is a good probability that there is some positive action we ourselves can take to affect the news items we read about, do we then mine the articles for details. Filling our heads with horror stories about which we intend to do absolutely nothing is a grave disservice to ourselves and the world. By doing so, we encourage our prolonged impotence.

Think globally; act locally. We can only take effective action within our own sphere of influence. Having opinions about things that have absolutely no bearing on our lives is wasteful, distracting and ultimately disempowering. We need to stop it. I keep seeing people losing their shit over stuff that has no bearing on their own lives, and they get utterly lost in the immobility of fear. Stop it! Wise up!

The Forest is fat and ready… and it can’t come down to our fearful level. We need to follow the ‘Merlin within’ to the high places… even if it looks like a monkey in a squirrel suit!