Wandering Into Bermuda

A little letter for you

Dear One,

Time has likely taken its toll on your health, welfare and sense of safety. Being alive comes at great cost these days, even the latest horror movie advertisements can do a number on a sensitive soul. For others, the world may have resulted in physical and emotional numbness or a dissociated state, but that does not make one impervious to the absorption of more harmful energies. Images, music, the news reel, all have such negative side effects, all come to harm you by way of drawing you into their illusions, their stories. How many young people, especially females, believe that someone will save them from their life via marriage? How many young entrepreneurial hearts believe they will become the next big thing and end up drowning in their dreams? How many fantasise of a reality different to their own?

There is nothing wrong with dreaming, it is a happy past time I too treasured, but it always resulted in an escape plan. It became clear that it was more productive to look at what I was trying to escape from, than live in the fantasy, the dream state. It was rare I planted seedlings in the Now, but when I did, they sprouted easily. To ‘chase’ dreams leaves a sense of lack, it reinforces that’s something may be missing. To the contrary, dreams can of course be authentic and divinely inspired, they can become a new life, given time. One needs to dream something before creating it after all. But why not start dreaming of safety instead of stuff, why not dream of health and financial stability?

The word ‘enough’ is a great measuring tool… do I have enough clothes? Do I have enough kitchenware? Do I have enough friends? Do I eat enough nutritious foods? Am I enough as I come? (p.s. always). Enough, a great word, one that may become a starting point for us all as we determine a path towards equality, the true kind, not some democratic façade; and as we pursue global safety for all, not just those with white faces and money. Where I say white, I do intend to expand below…

The White Supremist stole life and still does, the white faces cast judgement and death on a world that looked frightening to them, that looked different. Today there is a term used in South Africa to determine a black person who has fallen into The Whites’ ways, they are called a ‘coconut’ (black on the outside, white on the inside). White supremacy must become called ‘capitalist mentality’, since it is not only white people now, it is all nations. It is the Indonesian locals cutting down their own jungles, setting fires to destroy life in order to get paid, it is Papua New Guineans slaving their people out to the USA who still mine for gold on their soil, it is the new world that ‘they’ created. The one starving too many of ‘enough’. Enough water, food and shelter, enough to sustain a baseline quality of life.

Destruction was their aim, all fuelled by power, greed and utter psychopathy, we forget that many rulers were madmen, that to rape, pillage and plunder, and to glorify it is determinable madness. These stories need changing, history lessons must villainize the conquerors, not continue to celebrate actions that led to immense suffering and the extermination of culture, indigenous life, and at its most cataclysmic, of nature. By cutting down forests, we slowly suffocate all life and live on borrowed time. Is the madness not still winning, is the madness not evident?

Enough, have we not destroyed enough life in various forms by hunting species into extinction, annihilating culture, story and song, have we not created enough health problems and threats to humanity and other forms of life? When governments have your back, you will see it and know it, otherwise, fear them, for they will not ever take care of you, not when money can be made instead. And so, learn to take care of yourself first, then your children, teach them how to protect their tiny body and beautiful mind, and over time change will come, but the seeds need planting now and we must be the ones to plant them. We must choose safety, by proxy, others will become safe eventually too, but it will take time, and thus, faith and hope.

With Love,

Ana Maria Santuario.