A New Earth – Prayer

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It was already way past sunset down at the beach, and the rocks were beginning to merge with the bushes into one big dark blob against the cold, white sand.  Aberash summoned the diverse group of Minimalists, Buddhists, Refugees, Earth Pagans and Techno-Hippies over the rocks and into the small lagoon that was half-hidden past the end of the beach.  The bioluminescent phytoplankton was especially concentrated here, thriving in the calm waters.  It was lighting up the rocks all around the lagoon, reflecting on Aberash’s face as she contemplatively looked into the water, trying to connect with its energy.  Her thin, white cotton dress floated on the surface behind her as she walked deeper and deeper towards the center of the lagoon.  Across the hill, the sound system that the Revelers had permanently installed was pulsing hypnotic ambient trance beats that seemed to accompany the procession.  She kept walking until the water depth was about waist-level, at which point she stopped and turned around to face the group of participants.  Her eyes quickly scanned the rocks, trying to get a measure of the size of the crowd.  Over the past few days the group had grown dramatically: from the usual twenty or so standard followers to a good hundred, sometimes hundred and fifty.  It was a number that had begun to grow notably since the bioluminescent variant had arrived at the beach.  Aberash made a gesture to the Revelers to turn down the music, and began to deliver her sermon:

“We have gathered here tonight once more, surrounded by hope.  Surrounded by life.  Surrounded by a planet that doesn’t want to give up, no matter what we do to it.  We are living extraordinary times: these are times of grief, as species that have been with us for millions of years continue to perish daily, disappearing forever as they become cosmic dust – the same dust that all of us are made of.” 

“But these are also times of hope, as new species rise out of the ashes, out of the life-giving ocean we all came from.  More and more humans are gradually waking up from sedation.  They are waking up from the selfishness and greed that had made them blind to their own self-destruction.  They are waking up from the glycemic coma of consumption and addiction that their own civilization had made them dependent upon.  They are waking up to find, that they can be happy without needing to achieve “goals”, to “build things”, to own “stuff”, to be owned and dominated in turn by employers, mortgages, consumer brands, salaries and corporations that are part of the Planet Destruction Machine:  Human Civilisation.  Our civilization is a monster:  it is destroying our environment, and it is using each and every one of us individually in order to achieve this goal.”

“They may still be a tiny minority, but these humans are beginning to realise that they simply ARE part of the surroundings that they destroy.  They ARE the natural environment that they patronizingly admire.  But they are only a tiny fraction of it.  They are nothing but a small brushstroke, a dot within a much bigger and colorful painting.  Each dot on the painting has no meaning by itself.  But when the dots come together in different groups and colors, they create shapes and shadows: they create a picture of the world.”

“Our civilization has so far been erasing this world, one dot at a time.  Without the other dots in the picture, our existence will have no meaning.”

Aberash raised her voice as she looked up into the crowd:

“So join me!  – as we grieve for all that we have already lost, and at the same time hope for whatever may come next.  As we revolt against this failed civilization, and at the same time pensively accept its demise.  As we look into ourselves, each of us on their own, and find the EoT inside of us.  We find the empathy and we hold on to it tenderly, sheltering it with our hand like a candle in the wind”

Aberash reached out for the floating tray next to her.  She grabbed a lighter and one of the white candles and lit it up in front of the audience.  Sheltering the flame with her hand, she held it high and addressed the audience:

“Tonight we pray again for our Home.  We pray for Earth.  We pray for the 2.2 million species left on our planet”

(from the upcoming novel A New Earth)

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George is an author, researcher, podcast host, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, sign up for blog alerts below, or enjoy his books

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