A recent visit to Joshua Tree National Park revealed an intense concourse of life. On display was it’s resiliency, tolerance, and determination. Dehydration warning after dehydration warning explain in relief that the conditions here are stark severe. It’s dry! Unless this is your home habitat, you better drink, drink often, and don’t run out. Yet here in the arid hostile Mojave there’s an abundance; a tremendous living abundance center pieced by the Tree of Life, the Joshua Tree. Driving, walking, looking, standing, and staring down and around with delight driven awe of the witness to life prospering, like all over everywhere. The objective of Creation is on display, proliferate. The expression that is life cannot be denied, and the balance of the interconnected ecology supports itself in full, each it’s own for another, and all the rest. Flora, fauna, plant, and animal interdependent and unique. Oh, for the overwhelming majesty for the first time desert visitor that did not know what to expect. Coming to an information sign along the path with a quote that reads, “When you try to pick out anything by itself, you find it hitched to everything else in the universe.” -John Muir. Clarity builds. It’s the variety of form developed inter-connectedly, together and balanced in the host environment that makes sustainability real. So real, in fact, it flourishes in plenty.
Adding to the experience, at once, is the landscape. Stone formations characteristic and formidable, rise and defy. Balance and assembly of a majestic anti gravity tide of lifted fallen rubble, and boulders piled as if by imaginative giants deliberate of skill and patience. Piles everywhere, cropping up repeatedly across the area as far as the eye can see. The rock crops rise up out of the seemingly inorganic grit of the earth that happily bursts with foliage, determination, and color. The sunlight feels strong here pouring over the aggressively strident landscape. There’s no doubting now the obviously aggressive resiliency of this hearty-beauty ecosystem. No wonder this area has been sectioned off specially. Today humans are here. Visitor after visitor passes this way and that; sightseeing, camping, hiking, climbing, exploring, and experiencing this desert wonderland accentuated even further by mountain and valley views. We’re all here taking in the scene from Pleasant Valley to the San Bernadino’s. And not unlike other big sky phenomena places, the landscape here creates a feeling and perception that the sky is broader, wider, bigger. Forget big, the sky seems huge. Huge!! The sky… The sky… Oh?! That’s right. The sky… There they are! The air pollution compression oppressor is everywhere. There’s no escaping the belligerent press of the sky plane overspray of the atmosphere engineers. This has become the omnipresent metaphor for the inescapable assault of industry on everything, everyone, everywhere.
This current Southern California visit has not been without recognition of high traffic sky spraying. Now in the National Park the overlay prompts a deepening emotional impact. The abject lack of regard for the miracle of creation this poison permeates takes on devastating dimension. Often the thought of, “How can this be?” comes to mind. Now it’s hammering! How can this be!? With Eternity’s fortune yielded right here on the desert floor, the spray agents of control affect a wildly offensive display of aggressive contamination consequence. Again and again and again the heart feels like it’s breaking; erupting with outrage and folding in sorrow. Again the burdening helplessness feeling peals over like a thousand blankets of lead wool. It’s like a mass of dampening, suffocating, depress. How ironic is it that at emotional crisis times like this, the calm down survival strategy is to breathe, breathe deeply, and try to not freak out. (Often the thought of the respiratory process at the molecular level takes hold. What am I breathing?) By the time we reach Keys View for an overlook I’ve lost count of the number of spray planes that have traced over our heads. We park and start by foot up to the overlook. It’s a popular spot, people are all about. This is surreal.
At this point at Keys View there’s the prevailing sense that few realize the state of this moment. It’s as though we’ve individually, and collectively, lost a relevant perspective about the world, the environment, and our place in it. All of us are on this hill going through the motions of admiring one of Earth’s wonders without the cognitive consideration that the entire vista is smudged into obscurity by an acrid sickness smog built hazy under a sky of controlled aerosol spray; innumerable grid lines are dissipating into an intensifying haze furthered by the fortifying contribution of yet another spray pass. The people pass softly offering quiet hushed tones, gazing, posing, and photographing themselves before the smog, like it’s an obligatory duty based merely on the fact of being here. My sense is that internally we all know something’s wrong, we just can’t shake our normalcy biased long enough to really get in touch with it. There is no doubt that this is an unsustainable practice. The permeating miasma infects. The resultant ill works to deny us of the sovereign aspect of our own journey, it’s validity, meaning, purpose, and in fact our freedom. We’re in a veritable gas chamber complete with a fading world class landscape view. Oh, but for favor! Oh, but for a pinch to wake from a nightmare mistake that this is not really happening. In subtle numb-shock I feel like I’m making a beleaguered retreat back to the vehicle. In the car, industry’s fabled chariot of handsomish pride, we belch our way back to the valley. We check the fuel gauge to see if we have enough gas to take the long way around. As difficult as it may be to quantify the anthropogenic effect of one more cell full of fuel, exothermically converted into exhaust, it can be qualified quick… This is mad sad sick.
Research has provided some insight and understanding about purposes of the atmospheric aerosol programs. Programs likely including S.D.I., weather control, communications, and solar radiation management are likely the main ones. The sense here is that there is also a nefarious human control element as well. While leaving that for another discussion, suffice it to say that the environment is under heavy manipulation control assault, and the strong belief here is that these programs can’t go indefinitely without severe repercussions. These known impacts to the world, it’s health, and the health of everything on it is the reason for making these observations, and this witness. This is an attempt to stay connected to nature. Admission is the first step to recovery, and at The Synthetic Myth that step is taken regularly. As a population group, we likely would have some opinions about how macro earth impact plans are decided upon. There’s also a likelihood that we may not agree with what is clearly being decided for us. First, however, we’re going to have to check up with our collective default agreement that permits the power brokers to do basically whatever they please.
In all good will and service,
The Synthetic Myth