Childhood’s End, By David Fitton

A significant portion of the earth’s population will soon recognize, if they haven’t already done so, that humanity is now faced with a stark choice: Evolve or die. A still relatively small but rapidly growing percentage of humanity is already experiencing within themselves the breakup of the old egoic mind pasterns and the emergence of a new dimension of consciousness ElkhartTolle, The New Earth.`

Because compulsion won’t let go until it teaches us how to see and be with what we are experiencing. Mary O’Malley The Gift of our Compulsions.


Mother used to say:
Walk, don’t run
But I was young and full of it.
Daydreams, Aspirations, energies
cursed obligations from before us.
And no one can solve it by exclusion.
Inertia has mounded nightmare mountains,
Dumps, Wastes, Floating garbage islands.
We made them
and must carry them regardless.
Their legacies – intended as dreams
more enlightened we see our nightmares
Owning them slowly carefully.
We’ll need all the might of increased computational abilities
coupled with all increasing compassion,
beyond that which built them,
carry them to our brighter children
with full understanding:
Hate and a gun only make them stronger.
Mitigation on Love’s terms, which
is long term, sometimes sacrificial.

Cracked Reactors, fissionable half life’s
reaching into a future we can’t currently comprehend.
Remind us how careful our future needs to be.
These problems are bigger that a poem
Our war on lies has only just begun.
They’re war for oil leaves us short of superfunds,
but if we can regain congress
and get it to starve the Pentagon quietly,
under the radar, without raising their ire,
funds may be sufficient.

Super, Mega, Mass need to change to
Normal, Some, and Enough.

Mother used to say pleasant dreams.
Act on this.
Pass on Escalades, Hummers.
Plant them in a Park,
with benches around them
Veneration of our past stupidities.

All the death we’ve built,
or allowed to be built on our dime
won’t go with a fight
Cap it off in landfills
Make it inert.
We’ve saved too much for too many rainy days
Force a showdown and the levies may break again..

Pay attention to dreams
sow we can grow into
Dreams of peace, Means of peace
and in some far off world, Peace.

But the intention cannot die
Because nightmare wants Far Off to be Never

Today is my opportunity,
conceding doublespeak
like homeland and enemies
means they win
and we all lose.

But our great mother yet lives
as do we
We honor her and our dreams
Ever to turn away slowly
one at a time from things
and toward this mother
and each other

This truth others have told me:
Trees, Sun, Dreamers