That day we awoke un-remarkably.There were yawns and smiles and the heating of water and the planning of chores to tag-team on to get to maybe an early day and a swim down by the creek.
No,..nothing initially in our little local cosmos to show any evidence in that day's energetic make-up.No signs that this was the first New Day.(For us all.)
You see,..in a domino-effect-with-a-cause-unvengant,..rolling across the Globe that night was "the change".
(One might say,.."There became one less ingrediant in the Planetary-soup." )
For inter/extra-dimensional-Angel-Bandits (of many a mercy) had come a-riding that ultra-dimensional ether-wave of Night,..surfing on through, removing ALL cash and coin as they rode on. And in a roar of that crashing wave of awakening,..the world awoke to NO MONEY at'all.
Nope.
None.
All the monetary markers gone.
* POOF*
Banks sat unopened in terror and embarresment. Fort-knocks sat and held tight to some of the cleanest air that side of the mississip,..but not a boullion cube remained within it's heavy, paradigm entrapping doors. Piggy, fishy, and all number of other animal-banks around this spinning orb,..sat without a tinkitty-tink in their bellies.Nothing more than bits of lint and carcasses of the lost bug and spider space-explorers within their hopeful shells.
It was simply just all gone.
We came to hear of the missing-money-syndrome from a near-by farmer and neighbor. They, ourselves, and a couple of handfulls of simple living country folk had been subsisting in this little valley without money, by sheer necessity for a good number of years by this "time".And, though "the change" was real news, it was more truly a matter of realizing the effects, here,..where their reach would be loose and slow-in-the-coming. No, we didn't have what they had lost,..but,we were connected to the money-less and also the path ahead, indelibly.
Chapter:2 ~
When it came to being
okay,..we knew that we ourselves were, and had been for awhile now.
They, living in the once-moneyed-society would be okay too. But, a
fast-paced, luge-style, learning curve would be corkscrewing directly
ahead of our still urban-bound brethren.
We wondered
through-out our relatively small agricultural and artistically inclined
community-valley, whether we might not soon see some of the effects of
the missing-money-syndrome,..that had left "the change" behind. This wave of awakening would surely soon be ebbing on our reality's shore.
~*~
The Community Fire was raised at the old Sacred Spring earlier than the
coming full moon. It was a-rage with abundant fuel and the dancing
flame-light of that pyre lit every edge and rock-lined corner of our
valley in it's illuminating invitation. The Heartbeat Drum echoed out in
thundering pulses,..that resonated within the hearts of the valley
dwellers,..bringing them to rest at the Great Circle's edge. They came
in unison,..to gather, to listen,..to eat,..to contemplate,..to
speak,..to offer what ever one might have for whatever questions were
now at hand.
The golden glow burned hot and high and true into
the falling twilight. As the flames began to lower their towering
forms,..and the growing mountain of coals were re-arranged for the meal,
the people settled in to the Earthen amphitheater. Humming low to
themselves in various harmonies of resonant peace,..in earnest and open
tuned, helpful, contemplation they ate thankfully, quietly.
Words in fact,..were not spoken for many hours. The food was quietly
prepared and eaten,..and then the little ones piled under the Good Tree
with the traveling animals and dogs..while the Circle was tightened and
the Elders began to begin the real business.
There,..in the moon-less ink of the newest ever of Night's..the elders drew their shared vision.
...Out of each-others open and bon-fire-like radiating hearts, with a quiet and dedicated intent.
...With positive sight and all-encompassing-Love and forward reaching motion..they moved many things into place.
These meetings were difficult to describe or explain to an outside
living visitor. They began after hours of seemingly un-bendable
silence,..and then broke like Dawn into lively, open commentary and
active debate. The shared thought-time and sentence finishing happened
in great, rhythmic waves of oration,sprinkled brightly with bursts of
price-less insight offerings by all present. The meeting melded into
"the happening"..that in consideration and thought-engineering-style
crossed multiple spans of time, meaning, and dimensions of each.
Though the Circle of Elders on that Heaven-lit night did indeed cover
and reach thru the many dimensions,..they were not there to get the
money back.
They were there to finally move the Now into the
present of tomorrow.( And, I am,..in my own singularly insignificant
way, happy to say that I attended, was in that movement,..a drop in that
forward wave.)
For the items discussed and the possibilities
presented that star-lit and ember-warmed eve would no less than shape
every coming Tomorrow into what we recognize as Today's Now.
Ch:3~
At first,..the
immediate fluxual differences seemed a real chaotic mess.
Transportation,..for a time,..meant foot-powered only. In the deep energy-field of the cities of then,..much technological break-thru was
missed. In an ever more layered intention-grid,..solutions
came and went.Inventions found their way to the countryside where folks
were willing to listen to the sound of the future thru the words of
many from the past. And though we had possessed various means of
zero-point energy by that time..and our farm trucks and all had long ago
been converted to hydrogen or alternative-engine coil designs..our
friends in the Big Places hadn't yet the time or hearing to learn yet.
And there were hard times in part, due to this lack of what to us,..had
become basic information.
There were transportation standstills.
People whom found themselves far from home when the change
occurred,..had long learning roads ahead of them.(People began to stay
closer to home,..in general at that time i believe..)
And people
went hungry in many places. Trains didn't bring coastal goods
inland,..nor most trucks and docks all over were paralyzed by the idea
of union-free labor."Free" labor ,in general, was a frowned upon, but
eventual tool in digging the first trenches in the war against ego.
The war against self.
That was the only thing left to fight against.
Payed militias from the fertile Crescent to the streets of London
dropped their weapons and left for home too. (No pay,..no play.)Wars all
over just ended.Who and how would they be funded now?The reasons for
fighting, themselves,..had never actually been enough.Not to
mention,..now that there was no money,..people were needed home in the field and garden to "make" what before they had purchased.
Areas
though,..that could not even agriculturally sustain a people, were left
as ghost-towns..what we now call the "Sleepers Lands". The places where
they used to live while asleep at their own consciousnesses. When people
awoke, the argument to stay in unsustainable places was abandoned.
Business was simply not business as usual anymore.
~*~
Thankfully, not too many were lost, before sanity and calm began to grow
and flourish where fear and anger had spread. Foods and staple goods
were distributed and re-distributed by necessity.Trade and barter were
applied aptly by those with the means. Basic kindness and earnest
appreciation for gifts as they changed hands though,..was a welcome
replacement for many a handful of coins in the past. The old mindset of
money grew into loosely structured levels of need and appreciation in
turn. Items in markets the land over began to show worth placements in
numbers of hours spent making and bringing said item into manifested
being.The seller would state what he or she was looking for in
return,..whether that be exchanged, worked hours,..or
similarly-hour-worthy goods.A 15 hour pair of hand-tooled leather shoes
might be seen to be exchanged for three woolen hats and some good, hardy
seed.
Yes,..Many things besides cities were abandoned in this time
of flux. One I cannot leave out is how the people learned to abandon the
most basic dysfunctional and destructive mechanisms of ego, which had
rather inadvertently lead many a well-intentioned-soul down the path
made of other people's backs.
It was a time of many painful
realizations.For those whom had allowed money, and the push to keep it
nearly destroy everything...there was much sorrow.when they learned what
EVERYTHING entailed,..when they realized that their narrow and angry,
frightened ways had nearly destroyed consciousness itself...those with
nothing took to comforting those whom had created the nothingness. They
had been trading in things unknown and unforeseen. trading in commodities they were ultimately unaware of affecting.
Money,.. for consciousness.
Prestige,.. for knowledge.
In essence,..the awareness of Eternity for the softly padded(yes, the
locked kind..)room of the fattened and fattening Ego. The basic
argument for keeping Ego as a protective shield was also eventually left
behind in the funny-things-we-used-to have/do-file. Communication came
forward as the tool of merit and choice.Equanimity in trade and exchange
took center stage for a good long while until established trade paths
and relationships were grown strong and viable between local societies.
Transparent, but evident well-intentioned works were quickly and
industriously implemented in the coming days..even though money was
long gone.
