Eco here. Eventful foray from the other day I would like to share here.
What began in Woodstock and a visit with talented natural artists (community-minded post-Brooklynites) my journey took me through a local healer to meet our wonderful friend Bill Henry, waiting ready for transport assistance, even with all the pressures in his life right now, making it possible for me to visit a special fortnightly gathering that has been happening in Great Barrington with some very bright and smart people, specifically around finding ways to share abundance, provide value and eliminate waste among trusted and ever-growing networks of individuals, especially focusing on the work of Charles Eisenstein and others who evoke the primal into forward-thinking where a sacred economics, where life matters, is engendered, fostered and given further opportunity to flourish.
So in previous meetings of this awesome group of people I have sometimes been just a face and voice coming out of a computer (Skyped in and set in the Circle, where the digital meets the indigenous) but in this case I was there and able to offer my website, video, graphic, design or healing services to any who had previously discussed it with me, as I was there with a van and could stay over if need be, if only someone had a place for me to stay.
So the meeting ended nicely, got a tip to go check out Orion Magazine and ended up with a stack of many previous issues (now available at our Unlearning Center, daytime hours only). Then I heard back from this fellow Luke, who had cleared it with his family that I could stay the night with them. As it turns out, they are also former Brooklynites who came some years ago up to make a go of growing their own food.
Other events were calling me away for the evening so I did not need the place to stay after all, but wanted to help out with some “yard work” Luke said he’d be doing. That turned out to be salvaging all of what had been stored in a makeshift barn on one side of their impressive house and gardens, with chickens and dogs and other life happily intermingled. Huge amounts of roofing, already cleaned and stacked were in one pile, large barrels were laying and standing around, stinking to high middle-earth with their previous usage in soil cultivation and all sorts of assorted buckets and biodegradable planting pots— all of which fit quite nicely in the van, and constituted our first wave of material donations this season!
What only you know, that particular experience of being you, has magic in it. Sometimes it’s right in front of us, and unexplainable beauty and majesty of this shared world. To be nourished and inspired by what we see all the time, as well as those special moments our clever alignments and arrangements of participants and ingredients make happen from the greater possible.
What many of us who actually showed up at the Arc, or at Rainbow Gathering, or at Occupy Wall Street, or at any other rather unclear and spontaneous yet authentic and organic assemblies know is that the point of it can never be retold, exactly. We glimpse heaven, of living together, of being real with others who believe caring should never go out of style, no matter how many mixed messages we’re fed everyday, all the time— those who show up experienced magic. The ineffable, and inexplicable coincidences, beyond the orchestration of even the 23rd century’s simulations, should we survive the Big Oil+ stranglehold on patents and profits, and hence, given current paradigm, of possibility itself.
Community, whatever form it takes, stands against greed, and entropy, the mis-use of trust and information. “Life feeds on negative entropy” is the observation What we can not do on our own becomes possible, validated and activated through the alchemy of real life shared attention and presence, a deep, primal need often simulated or substituted, but which only real communing can provide. I have learned to be open and attune myself to my surroundings, but many I find are uncomfortable almost anywhere. When I came to support the community efforts that took place at Zuccotti Park as part of Occupy Wall Street, I brought with me a book, by the assassinated Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr. entitled “Where do We go from Here: Chaos or Community?”
Well the choice is obvious. Right? Who’s Left? But we live in an inundated insecurity nexus where people are “style” or image “conscious” and unless you can really pull it off, making it obvious isn’t the thing to do. And yet we are at the cusp of an emergent world society, where world-wide community can be realized as already present, in whatever state of abundance or neglect, abuse or celebration. Anything having to do with SHARING from communism, to hippy to bleeding hearts to And where do we have to do this, really? School? Libraries? Churches? Cemeteries? On Canvas and in Laboratories. On stages and in pages. On line and inherent.
This experiment we have begun here is one which goes on everywhere the examined life is shared, where resources are shared and allocated for motivations beyond personal gain, in whatever form, where the formula has been changed and with our own success we learn to pay it forward. To get our act together here, so we can be of assistance in the future to other communities, to other lands and resources which are being offered to the creative commons of conscious active participants, is the aim and plight ahead.
By doing what we can do, we make our shared visions more real each and every day, dreaming open awake to what mystery awaits inherent in the net-working-out of this amazing, inhabited universe.
Hope to see you this season for our Workdays on FRIDAYS and for one of several upcoming BIG MEETINGS.