What’s that Buzzing?

Space technology – what a buzz.

In 1969 David Bowie sang ‘Here am I sitting in a tin can, far above the world, planet Earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do’. Perhaps it is necessary for humanity to go through this experience of isolation, foreshadowed by the Covid19 lockdown getting us all used to sitting in front of our screens alone in our rooms. The ‘Big Freeze’ of Aquarius. Doesn’t feel like taking personal responsibility to me but is it a way of getting closer? Is this what Melanie meant when she sang

Everyone has got their own special way
That keeps them from getting too close to the day,
Accept and be part of it all and all;

Everyone tear down your own little wall
That keeps you from being a part of it all
‘Cause you gotta be one with the one and all,
And everyone tear down your own little wall

That keeps you from being a part of it all
‘Cause you gotta be one with the One and All,
You gotta be close to it all.

According to Wikipedia the Starlink programme, which sent another 60 satellites into space yesterday, intends to launch 1584 satellites by late 2021, early 2022. A fine symbolic number that. The intention being to provide satellite internet access globally. What I see it means is that the atmosphere will be penetrated by yet more signals and electronic fields which are of questionable value to life on Earth. ‘Not life as we know it, Jim,’ but Life as a whole. The entire planet is a single living entity, a conspiration of life forms all sharing a single atmosphere and breathing the same air.

Is it any wonder then that viruses such as covid19 – viruses which are claimed by the Mamos of Colombia to be the first expression of life on the planet, by first meaning closest to the consciousness of the Earth herself – should jump between one life form and another. While animal behaviourists and psychologists seek to establish that we are indeed apes, and advertisers make use of the manner in which this bicuspid brain works, other aspects of this fragmented knowledge platform seek to ignore the conditions of Life under which the current forms have evolved through millennia and run headlong down some shrinking tunnel towards – ever greater future profits.

Add to this the development of face recognition software that is being deployed in China – for China read the rest of the world – and we see that the nightmare scenario is being born before our very eyes. Soon can we expect colonies on Mars? Just as Martinson predicted in Aniara, abandoning Earth to heal herself by deserting the planet, or as Heyerdahl suggested the number of people likely to be lifted being not even reaching 1 million since the support of such a migration would be far too great – and who wants to live in a tin can anyway?

But I would sow a different picture. One in which a responsible humanity ascends to its foresaken role as stewards of the planet, not serving up exotic dishes of ever rarer species as one movie portrayed it, but of breathing clean air under a clean sky, freed from the dark satanic mills of industrialisation. Standing tall beneath the stars, not huddled together in an ark of dubious fragility.

A land where birds sing merrily in the branches of ever abundant trees, supplying fruit and nourishment not only to the human family dwelling beneath them but to all the variety of life that chooses to live upon them. A future freed from the age of chemical misrule but incorporating the wisdom that guided the 19th century seekers when profit was not the only motive for study. A world of fertile, not sterile polluted, oceans where fish swim and gambol, and dolphins dance laughing out of the waters. You may say that I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I do hope one day you will join us and the world will live as one.

If you would like to share more deeply in this vision read the rest of the lyrics John left us in Imagine and, in the words of another prophet ‘May god Bless and keep you always, may your wishes all come true. May you always do for others and let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on EVERY rung and may you stay, Forever Young.

Author: Keith Armstrong

Dance teacher, writer, film-maker, enthusiast.

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