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Author Rob Brezsny
Date 03/06/04/10:32
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            by Rob Brezsny

            This is a perfect moment.
            It's a perfect moment for many reasons,
            but especially because you and I
            are waking up

            from our sleepwalking thumbsucking dumbclucking collusion
            with the masters of illusion and destruction.

            Thanks to them,
            from whom the painful blessings flow,
            We are waking up.

            Thanks to them,
            from whom the awful teachings ooze,
            We are waking up.

            Their wars and tortures,
            their devils and borders,
            extinctions of species
            and brand new diseases,
            their spying and lying
            in the name of the father,
            sterilizing seeds and trademarking water,
            stealing our dreams and changing our names,
            their brilliant commercials,
            their endless rehearsals
            for the end of the world.

            Thanks to them,
            from whom the painful blessings flow,
            We are waking up.

            Thanks to them,
            from whom the awful teachings ooze,
            We are waking up

            Their painful blessings
            are cracking open holes
            in the sour and puckered
            mass hallucination
            mistakenly called reality.
            News of the soul's true home
            is pouring in,
            infiltrating our increasingly lucid
            waking dreams.

            Wild ripe juicy eternity
            is flooding in.

            Our allies
            from the other side of the veil
            are swarming in.

            We're waking up.

            And as Heaven and Earth come together,
            as the dreamtime and daytime merge,
            as paradise and the underworld overlap,
            we register the shockingly exhilarating fact
            that we are in charge
            -- you and I are in charge --
            of making a brand new world.
            Not in some distant time
            or faraway place,
            but right here and right now.

            As we stand on this brink,
            as we dance on this verge,
            we can't let the ruling fools
            of the dying world
            sustain their curses.

            We have to rise up and fight their insane logic;
            defy and resist and prevent their tragic magic;
            unleash our sacred rage and let them feel it.

            But overthrowing the living dead is not enough.
            Protesting the well-dressed monsters is not enough.
            We can't afford to be consumed with anger --
            can't be obsessed and possessed with complaint.

            Our sweet animal bodies
            need to feel rowdy blessings.
            Our amazing imaginations
            need to thrive on missions
            that incite our delight.

            We need truths in their wild state,
            insurrectionary beauty
            that excites our curiosity,
            outrageous goodness
            that drives us to perform
            heroic acts of lusty compassion,
            ingenious love
            that endlessly transforms us,
            tricky freedom
            that is never permanent
            but must be reinvented and reclaimed every day,
            and a totally-serious-yet-always-laughing justice
            that schemes and dreams
            about how to diminish the suffering
            and increase the joy
            of every sentient being.

            So I'm radically curious, my fellow creators;
            I'm seriously delirious:
            Since we are in charge
            of making a brand New World,
            where do we begin?

            What truths in their wild state
            are we planning to plant
            at the heart of our creation?
            What stories will be our reminders?
            What questions will be our fuel?

            Here's one for you:
            In the New World
            you will know through and through
            that life is crazily in love with you --
            life is wildly and innocently in love with you.

            In the New World,
            you will know beyond a doubt
            that thousands of secret helpers are
            angling to turn you into
            the gorgeous curiosity you were born to be.

            But then here's the loaded question.
            The love that life eternally floods you with
            has not exactly been unrequited,
            but there's room for you to be more demonstrative.
            If life is wildly and innocently in love with you,
            are you prepared to start loving life back
            the way it loves you?

            In the New World, you will.

            In the New World,
            you will reject paranoia with all of your smart heart.
            Instead, you will embrace Pronoia,
            Which is the opposite of paranoia.
            Pronoia is the sneaking suspicion
            that the whole living world is conspiring
            to shower you with rowdy blessings.
            Pronoia is the dawning perception
            that life is a conspiracy
            to liberate you from ignorance,
            and fill you with love,
            and make you brilliantly soulful.

            My fellow creators,
            I want you to know
            that I am allergic to dogma.
            I don't trust any idea
            that requires me to believe in it absolutely.
            There are very few things
            about which I am totally certain.

            But I am absolutely certain
            that Pronoia describes the way the world actually is.
            Pronoia is wetter than water,
            truer than the facts,
            and stronger than death.
            It smells like cedar smoke in spring rain,
            and if you close your eyes right now,
            you can feel it shimmering
            in your soft warm animal body
            like the aurora borealis.

            The sweet stuff that quenches all of your longing
            is not far away in some other time and place.
            It's right here and right now.
            Earth is crammed with heaven.

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