| This column is fantasy -- but it need not be As sure as the sun appeared on the horizon as darkness enveloped the other side of the world, nearly everyone and everything was tired of war at the same moment. This truth was conveyed in a way that did not require words or television broadcasts or transmissions from sophisticated electronic devices. It just was. A supreme knowing encased the universal mind and it traveled faster than the speed of light which is 186,000 miles a second. We all came to accept the notion that untold numbers of heavenly bodies we had come to think we knew could have died hundreds or thousands of years ago, but we were just seeing them in our miniscule lifetimes because it takes so long for light to travel distances that defy limited imaginations. We were left with the knowledge that what we considered knowledge was not based on knowing at all -- but on assumptions that were, in an undefined number of cases, total illusion and delusion disguised as something of substance. And since we imagined ourselves into perpetual war and other forms of disharmony, it was time we imagined our way to peace. Yes. This was the day when everyone and everything was tired of war. This was the day when words encouraging the maintenance and escalation of war fell on the ears of former believers like glass marbles on a tile floor in a vacated sanitarium. It was as though other kinds of wealth, sustenance and nourishment became available to all who had the wisdom to let go of the old way. Never had virtually all voices from all corners of this planet (this infinitesimally minute speck of cosmic matter) called out for peace in the same harmonious key that blended with, then dissolved discordant scales. If everything we had accepted as true up to this moment had essentially been created by our ability to believe in particular forms, then it was time to create alternate forms. Often the answer does not come with knowing what works, but knowing clearly what does not, then letting the dysfunctional way of doing things skulk away to meet its own demise. Some will argue that tensions have been resolved in a certain way for decades or hundreds or thousands of years. War is an example. All the more reason to let it go because it hasn't worked in all this time and it is not likely to start working today. No matter what the origins or the conflict happen to be. No matter if the warring factions look the same or different. It doesn't matter if the respective war is being fought in the barren desert, the tropics or in an ocean that was an iceberg a short time ago. War does not work. Today is the grand opening of The Hexagon. Today is the day it becomes clear that there is no choice as a huge wind sweeps the earth -- a large, purifying and benevolent storm made from the collective sigh of all breathing things at the joy of being relieved of the burden of making false choices. The unveiling of The Hexagon was in Central Park in the area known as Strawberry Fields. No one knew how the massive structure was built, who built it, who paid for the materials or who furnished the labor. But the huge building had been under construction for what seemed like forever. No politicians claimed credit for it. No anti-war demonstrators publicly called for its construction. No one made obvious references to the Pentagon and how The Hexagon appeared to be a more reasonable alternative to mechanisms conceived, built and maintained to perpetuate war. The unveiling came the day after the predictable report from a commanding general (from a once powerful country -- but there was no word for "power" in the language that was being born that day) of forces in a foreign land. The population of the world was seeking a higher way of thinking that is only brought about the collective awareness of imminent demise. It was as though every human in the world simultaneously turned to another channel -- a place or way of understanding that had always been just beneath the apparent reality of things. A place that had been easily avoided in the past by obsessing about race, poverty, taxes, the environment, the increasing population, the stock market, gang violence, violence in general, land ownership by any means necessary, and jostling for dominance between assorted religions -- each claiming their mythology to be more scientific than those of their fellow seekers of the divine. We stripped in the shadow of The Hexagon. Assorted body parts shriveled along with philosophies, various forms of dogma, and old hatreds that had persisted over generations even though the causes no longer made sense or came close to justifying the continuing pain and suffering./No one proselytized about the new way of thinking and being or The Hexagon that represented it. No one grabbed the airwaves or print or electronic media to claim that they were responsible for the change in universal consciousness that proclaimed violent thoughts and failing to recognize fellow beings -- humans and all other manifestations of creation -- as equals in the eyes (metaphorically speaking, of course) of the force that was responsible for suspending planets in the heavens and the births and apparent deaths of everything from mosquitoes to galaxies. The unveiling of The Hexagon marked the end of the lie that dictated war and coercion as the remedy to terror when it was war and coercion that were the actual terrorists. The unveiling of The Hexagon was a gala event marked not by star performers, fireworks and artificial light shows but the synchronous beating of 6.7 billion hearts. The old guard was not pilloried at the entrance. There were no speeches. No ribbons were cut. No prolonged or labored words of thanks because it would have taken too long to thank every living being that contributed their experiences, love, pain, suffering, intelligence, prayers, dreams, hopes and imaginations to create the better way. They had traded fear, anger, hostility and hatred for love more intense and flowing than even that experienced by young lovers walking by a placid lake at sunrise minutes after their first joining. Each side of The Hexagon was very long and took a full day to walk, so six days were needed to circumnavigate the building, followed by one night of rest with entry on the seventh day. They entered one-by- one and were embraced by the air and ether inside and dissolved into one of the six bands of color arranged horizontally from floor to ceiling. The band at floor level was the color red. The stratum of color above that was orange. Above that was yellow and above that green. Blue sat on top of the green layer and if you looked carefully you could see the most exquisite shade of indigo forming the sixth layer. The dome of The Hexagon radiated in a purple glow. To gaze upward brought a feeling of total peace. A feeling that there was nowhere to go and nothing to do but be in the presence of purple So today is the time to change the course of national, international and intergalactic affairs. And since everything is an extension of us and we are an extension of everything, the easiest place to start is with ourselves. This was understood by everyone who left The Hexagon, those who were walking around it, those preparing to enter and those who were inside. We all knew the necessity of: taking a long walk around ourselves and observing six minutes of silence for six consecutive days away from televisions, radios, telephones and other prompts that lure us into thinking there is something more important to do; extending loving thoughts to the people who irritate us (from mild agitation to hatred) with the knowledge that our ability to love them is directly tied to our ability to love ourselves; understanding that attitudes and false assumptions that took hundreds and thousands of years to cement can be changed instantaneously because time is irrelevant in the new way of knowing; and above all else, thinking no violent or otherwise negative thoughts about who we perceive ourselves to be. We are more than we know. The universe is larger than we had assumed. We are part of the universe. We are the universe. The myth of separation is our most intricate creation, and it can be undone at the speed of light. |
| Simple Things/Lang Kenneth Haynes The Hexagon |
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