Kali Speaks

Buddhists await the coming of the Kali Yuga, the last age in the cycle of the Dharma, when all knowledge of the brilliant Way, the way of morals and truth, integrity, compassion and wisdom, is lost to Earth entirely, and conscious life descends into a hell of suffering. Think of God's wrath in the apocalypse, except without the savior. At least, for a very long time. Eventually, Maitreya, the Future Buddha, comes and restores the Dharma -- the truth about reality; and so begins another epic cycle.

2500 years ago, the Dharma was reinforced by Gautama Buddha, and the Kali Yuga seemed far away. Not so now. Lying seems de rigeur (one can even "win" a presidential debate based upon it), and style is triumphing over substance every day. The kind of arguments we see today pit morality against expediency with terrible ease. Individuals grandstand with outrage over slight insults to their self-image, while whistleblowers are villified when they highlight the alarming nature of our times.
Truth is a vegetable on life-support, and that it should recover to again be a living, breathing thing is the hope of the sentimental. So goes the Kali Yuga.

The name derives from the ancient Indian goddess Kali, the Black Lady, death and undoing incarnate. Invoked with reverence, Kali brings to an end our cardhouses of illusion, the intricate web of lies that we communally reinforce in order to rationalize our perceptions of what matters and what doesn't. Kali dances on our dead bodies and on the corpse of our arrogance. Ultimately, Kali is a defender of the natural beauty of life and death, and the enemy of falsehood. We have invited her here into the studio today, to give her impression of the cultural forces that have led to the climate disaster which is even now shuffling onto stage, impatient from waiting in the wings for the last 40 years.

Kali says: "You people are addicted to the sound of your own voices. If you spent more time being quiet, the distress of the Earth would be completely audible to you. I am screaming into your ear the blackest words I can find for your folly, but you insist upon bringing about your own, unnatural destruction.

"You bombard your brains with advertisements calling those agencies and instruments you have to regulate your own pollution of your only living home "economic traitors" and "heavy-handed dictators". Yet, it is they who produce the ads who employ the police at $30 an hour to restrain (and arrest, if necessary) the journalists who come to discover the facts about what is really transpiring on the ground at the very sites of industry where the future of the 21st century will be determined.

"Well, guess what, America. I'm not an 'energy voter.' I'm Kali! I am at home in the darkest despair you can imagine, and I am coming to visit your irrational dreams of endless exponential growth and make them square with the rules of physics and decency. You will swallow the obscenity of your impossible vision until it chokes you. God (and here I mean your Jesus) help you, because your children and your grandchildren are mine.

"Now let me say this: you may not acknowledge it anymore, but just because you have a job and you can pay your bills, it doesn't mean you're doing well. Just because you have a car and can take yourself to the grocery store to buy your shrink-wrapped meat and your packaged foods, it doesn't mean you are a self-made success. Some of you take offense at the president suggesting that "you didn't build" this or that proud accomplishment single-handedly. You think he impugns your hard work. Well I say: silence your egotistical minds! Don't you dare forget that not a single breath do you take without the complete existence and support of your world. In isolation, you are nothing. Not one of you is doing well. Your time to see that is rapidly drawing to a close."

We've turned off Kali's microphone for now because, you know, a little goes a long way. We can, though, put some of her comments in a useful context.

Recently, I was watching archive footage of a debate in 1980 between then-President Jimmy Carter and Republican candidate Ronald Reagan. (If you're wondering why, let me just say: it was late at night, it was one of those internet moments where A leads to B leads to C leads to...now how the heck did I end up here?  In this case, the reason was that I had read media portrayals of Romney's first debate performance as being Reagan-esque in its mastery, and I knew that Republican operatives have been trying to tar Obama as "worse than Carter." I wanted to revisit the actual debate between those two figures of the 70s and 80s, and understand how fair the comparison is.)

What Carter did in that debate -- and, in fact, what he had been doing even since a 1977 primetime TV address where he began, "I want to talk to you tonight about something unpleasant..." -- is to soberly and cogently discuss a point that no national candidate or office holder has attempted to make since. Carter informed the public that the American way of life, a standard of living based on consumption, material wealth, and convenience, had to come to an end. The same rate of growth could not be sustained into the future, if for no other reason than that the U.S. simply could not provide the amount of energy needed to power such a lifestyle at that scale, not without becoming hugely dependent on foreign fuel and/or decimating our environment.

If America had heeded Carter at the time, we would be well underway into a different future, based in equitability, environmental stewardship, thorough use of an extensive public transportation system; in short, we would more closely resemble some European countries today (Germany, Norway).

However, Carter's message was unpalatable for the public then, like it is now. It was not the vision of the country that soldiers in World War II had fought for, and returned home to, and they viewed it somehow as tied to failure to achieve objectives through detente with Russia and the Middle East, rather than being a positive, creative direction for our country to grow in. Reagan, his Republican challenger, certainly painted it that way. He took the "malaise" that Carter acknowledged existed in the U.S. at the time, and leveraged it into a referendum on Carter's record as president, rather than a moment of reckoning for the Western World's superpower.

Reagan promised the U.S. rampant growth, deregulation, a "morning in America" where a corporate comfort standard of living would trickle down to the rest of the population, and create a wealthy middle class that could indulge in the good life. These are the same promises that Mitt Romney is making now. Seen through a narrow lens, the strategy worked. However, social programs suffered tremendously under Reagan, a national debt was created that has never been paid down, and perhaps most importantly the environment was trashed.

Most of the global warming that has caused us to suffer the already catastrophic flooding and drought, resulting in 300,000 deaths a year (according to former U.N. Secretary Kofi Annan), and most of the warming that will increase in severity in the next 10 years, is due to carbon pollution from the 1980s onward. Yet, Congress and the Reagan administration were well aware of the risk from increasing greenhouse gases. It's just that the model of growth for our civilization that they heralded has no room to admit the fundamental limitations on that growth. The free market cannot put the brakes on the free market.

No presidential candidate (not even Al Gore) since then has ever suggested that the wealth of nations has reached its maximum in terms of exploiting natural resources, and that improvement in the quality of life from now on will have to come through intangible means, through valuable relationships, through cooperation, through appreciating our existence in wonder. This is the legacy of the Reagan years, when -- as far as the Earth is concerned -- human civilization turned decidedly in the exploitative direction, and began to flirt with mass extinction on Earth.

At this point, we have moved well past flirting into heavy petting. We are in a physically abusive relationship with the Earth. We use in one year what it takes the Earth one-and-half years to regrow (at a minimum). That, as the politicians are saying, is math. None of us, neither perpetrator nor abused, is doing well. We have to admit that our civilization has made a mistake when it elevated exponential growth as the paramount marker of success. To acknowledge this mistake is not to make a "war on coal," although it may well come to that, if the industry barons continue to plow ahead in their agenda to make coal integral to our energy stream, despite the opposition of a significant (and growing) part of the population. Acknowledging the mistake is to declare that we lost perspective -- it is the only rational, humble explanation for how we could be facing a 4 degree C rise in global temperature by 2050 and still persisting in the same behavior.

We must, as Kali says, be still, be quiet, let our maniacal obsession with growth die before we do ourselves, before everything we know is a memory.

(P.S. For those of you economy-minded folks, who really are concerned about debt and jobs, the highly respected (and impartial) International Energy Agency has published a report this year stating that investment in the alternative energy grid and power sources in these next ten years at the level needed to leave open the possibility that global average temperatures don't exceed a 2 degree C rise will generate USD 150 trillion savings over spending on fossil fuels by 2050, and would take us out of debt -- not just deficit, but debt -- by 2025.)
 

Most Successful Presentation Yet

Yesterday, we arrived at twilight at the Possibility Alliance, a small intentional community located in Amish country about 20 miles from our house, and dedicated to changing the world through living in radical simplicity (they don't use electricity at the PA, nor fossil fuels), service (their primary "work" is hosting free workshops about various aspects of social and ecological change, as well as going out into the larger community to provide help and companionship wherever it is needed). The PA is also dedicted to activism in pursuit of mindfulness and gratitude, whether that be on the scale of genuine, heartfelt person-to-person connection, or promoting the wise course of prioritizing joy and generosity over acquisition and defensiveness on a large scale, through non-violent demonstration and civil disobedience. They are our friends and neighbors.
We had come to the Possibility Alliance to deliver our presentation to the permaculture certification class that is currently holding its course out in the woodland "back 80" acres of the PA. As the sun set, we walked along the footpaths through the pastures, into the edge of the forest, and found the outdoor kitchen, classroom, and camp area for the permaculture group.
As it turned out, most of the course participants didn't return for the dinner and presentation until dark, so our presentation -- which was already going to be different in format due to the absence of the slideshow, on account of having no electricity -- was now going to feature no visual aids at all, not even the whiteboard we had brought so I could draw some charts by hand. In the end, this emphasized the narrative form of the presentation over the evidentiary, and the result was that we were able to deliver the information with heart, with emotion, and with more human context. The audience participants (about 20) were very engaged, despite that we were sitting in the dark, save for a couple flashlights, on a cold, autumn night.
They asked detailed questions about several important points of information, and were eager to know what they can do both as individuals and as instigators of the social movement to halt climate disaster. They were also genuinely moved, and shared, in a group setting, a kind of collective process which migrated from despair at our planetary situation, to flinty resolve, and left with a sincerely activated sense of urgency and determination to make measureable progress on spreading the news of our peril and our hope.
Whereas when we started the presentation, I asked the group how many of those sitting there were convinced that global warming is the most critical issue facing humanity right now, and about half the audience raised their hands, I do believe that, by the end, almost everyone in attendance was persuaded.
I plan to pattern our future presentations on this new format, starting with our next event: a presentation at Pacing the Planet Headquarters in Edina this coming Saturday, Oct. 13, at 4 p.m. Everyone and anyone is invited to attend our talk-and-discussion, which we call, "Climate Change: the Present Emergency."
Please contact either Dana or myself (Gavain) if you are interested in attending Saturday, and we can provide directions. We look forward to seeing you!

The Need to Take Risks

I saw the trailer for a new film today. The movie is called Chasing Ice. A team of scientists, photographers, and adventurists set out to create the most complete catalog of photographic documentation of retreating ice -- no, let me rephrase that -- of ice-sheet collapse that has yet existed. According to the project, James Balog created the Extreme Ice Survey in 2005 (with cooperation from National Geographic), and Chasing Ice is a documentary of his team's efforts to place revolutionary time-lapse photography cameras across the Arctic, in some of the most taxing conditions found on Earth, to image the vanishing of the northern glaciers.

I found the trailer riveting, in the same way that people in the first two decades of the 20th century found Sir Walter Scott's and Sir Ernest Shackleton's polar expeditions unforgettable. But there is more to it than that. Scott and Shackleton found the poles to be dangerous, of course -- but they were natural dangers. The trailer for Chasing Ice emphasizes that Balog and his team endure extremely risky conditions for a different reason: the whole environment is in an uproar, a massive shift brought on by our destabilizing of the climate. They put themselves on the very brink, the treacherous leading edge of the climate catastrophe, in order to capture photographic evidence that will indisputably point to our involvement with its causation, that will illustrate the scale and the severity of the change.

I am mindful of this, as we who are doing Pacing the Planet formulate our next steps. Our biggest risks faced so far are big trucks on narrow country lanes, the scorn of some passers-by, and the threat of running out of money while trying to do "the right thing." There is a palpable force trying to get us back in line, do the expected, perform our function, get small again.

That force is the collective disdain, the opprobrium, and -- ultimately -- the indifference of people at large to our situation, as we refuse to divert our attention from the emergency. We're not doing what we're supposed to do (according to our society), so we're starting to fall through the cracks. We're not earning money, we're not talking about the same things everyone else is talking about (like the economy), so we're fringe. It feels like we're being forgotten. In public forums, some people have questioned our sanity. Heck, some family members have questioned our sanity.

I admit that a small, angry part of me wants to believe that the obvious importance of what is at stake with climate change will rally the support of anyone who has ever known us, who even remotely cares about us, to lead our own bit part of the charge. "Don't worry!" the unseen chorus says in my hopeful ear. "We'll take care of the bills. (They are small). We'll provide the operating budget for Pacing the Planet, be the breath beneath the wings of the project and help it take flight!" Understand that I am so appreciative of the people who are supporting our first fundraising campaign, but I have to tell you that what the chorus whispers in my ear remains a fantasy for now. Not only do we need to succeed in our fundraising effort, but we need to generate a lot of support, to push the emergency front-and-center in the collective attention of humanity within the next four years. This is our job now. Not just money, you see, but people, too. A movement. (That is why we are going to Chicago on November 28, to participate in the "Do the Math Tour" sponsored by 350.org and Bill McKibben, so we can start working in parallel with others. 350.org has also invited us to provide a guest blog entry on their website...look for it soon!)

Then comes Chasing Ice. And I realize, we are not risking enough, yet. We must go bolder, be as wildly daring and creative as the Earth which is fomenting this change upon us. The surprising lack of concern among even those we've known directly in the past isn't personal to us. Somehow, global warming and climate change are not registering viscerally as a threat to our very existence. There is an apocalypse of zombie-like denial out there. What we need are a few, startling images that stir the reflex of disgust and shock, that provoke people to exclaim: "This cannot be!" Balog and his crew are risking their lives to bring those sorts of images. They will not be thanked properly until the great host of people on Earth stop in wonder at the vision they have brought before us, and then take action of commensurate sacrifice and willingness to change.

As for our own action, Pacing the Planet, we've only just begun.