Are You Protecting or Swallowing the Earth?

Dear Friend,

It takes time for news to travel in my world. This is because I purposely don’t give the much time to the barrage of information raining down on us. I glean some facts that drip through into the dome of my cathedral—this empty space where I like to come and sit whenever I can. They keep the doors unlocked all through the day and the night.

The world pulls at you with its astonishing weight and power. Bending time. I don’t see a small world—it is vast.

I first heard about the fires in Los Angeles from Ben during my Wednesday morning therapy session with him.

“The fires were approaching the sacred lake,” is what I remember hearing.

Then a request from a friend to add family to the SRF International Prayer Circle list.

My friend asked me to do it for him, and so I did.

You can join the prayer circle if you’d like to. It’s multi faith in the widest sense of the word.

https://members.yogananda-srf.org/MemberSelfService/WWPC/PrayerCircleRegistration

Oh oh.

That felt a bit like the weekend where Suella and Vikki stayed with me in London, and we went to see Fontaines DC do something absolutely splendid with rock and roll. Vikki was picking up some groceries from the shop—she phoned, and all I heard was something about salt and wine.

We both cracked up.

There was a guy at Sheffield Polytechnic—as they used to call them in the 1980s—he could play the piano really well. I’d never met anyone who could just sit down and fill the room with glorious music. I only heard him play a song or two in the students’ union, at the piano in the bar.

I couldn’t believe I was in a room with people where that could happen.

They told me he had gone mad and was convinced that he was the Christ.

The thing he got mixed up was he thought he was Jesus.

But Jesus was a man.

He died and became the Christ.

Then he told us that we can do the same.

Actually, he said, even greater.

So here’s the fucking truth—and I’m sorry I swore, but sometimes an expletive makes a point you couldn’t make otherwise:

Humanity’s journey to the stars begins with coming home to Earth.

If someone comes along with a story that the Earth is done for, and would you like to buy a ticket on the only starship off-planet—and maybe options on Mars—know that it’s junk they’re selling, no matter how much people are willing to pay for it.

That’s not how the story goes.

New information networks are evolving, and computers are a thing.

Thankfully, I’ve got Chiara and you and all of our friends to think about—which is awesome.

I’ve another chamomile tea cooling on my desk. Chiara told me that Helena, in the sacred forest, told her that if you leave chamomile in the water for too long, it changes and keeps you awake instead of relaxing you.

That’s good to know.

I’ll add it to my collection of healthy kicks.

I have to admit, I am skipping a section of the personal peace manifesto which is about my love relationship with Chiara.

I’m the one doing the half-deranged year-long writing project, so I’m keeping that one private.

Which brings us to FRIENDSHIP—which includes all of you here and everyone I know.

Everyone I am to get to know too.

And then the people I hear about but never get to meet.

Here it is.

All of these sections are the direction.

Somewhere to fix your sights and keep putting one front in front of the other.

You keep on going and somehow, haven’t you noticed, the path just appears beneath you. One step at a time.

Sending love from London.

If that link doesn’t work just message me and I’ll add anyone who needs help on your behalf.

Till tomorrow

Love

Mikey