The Great Spin - The Coming Times

The Coming Times

The Great Spin

And Mother is holding the globe on the end of her necklace o

For us to look at; for us to look into

And we look and the globe gets bigger

It is the size of a basketball

And we take it in our hands

And we spin it around

And it spins fast!

It spins fast this globe does

We watch fascinated at how quickly it is able to spin itself a

round

And now Mother grabs hold of the globe

And stops its spinning cold

And all that is on the Earth keeps moving forward

It is as when a car suddenly stops

And the passengers keep moving forward

Into the front windshield they move

So this is happening to all on Earth

The globe has stopped spinning

But they keep moving forward due to momentum

It is a few moments before they stop

And when they do they are not at the place they had been at

No one is

Nothing is

No one and nothing is where they had been

All on Earth has moved

Every single thing

And the people look around in a daze

What has happened?

And

Where are we?

They had not even perceived the spinning of the globe

They only felt it when the globe’s spinning had stopped

And they kept moving

That is when they felt the motion

While the globe was spinning they had not perceived

Anything unusual, nothing at all

The scientists had, but kept quiet about it

Because their governments told them to

Because their governments did not want their citizens upset

Did not want the populace destabilized

And now nothing is as it was

Land is where water was

And water is where land was

And people are in each other’s countries

And know not which country they are in

What is this strange place

What am I doing here

What are we doing here

How did we get here

And the people wish to return home

They all get up and move

And again there are mass migrations

For each segment of the population longs for its own home

And so they move

Not realizing that their home itself has moved

And they travel about looking for their home

And truly the population is lost

They recognize not the landmarks

They recognize not the Earth

They find not their home

And the people are bewildered and lost

And all is in a state of flux

All is in a state of change

That period after the before state

And before the after state

That state in between

When all is in transition

And all are confused

And some are frightened

And some are angry

But most just want things to go back the way they were

But of course that is not meant to be

Things never go back the way they were

Things move forward

They move forward

And the people must move forward along with them

But the people do not know this

They want to go home

They want the familiar

They want what they know

And so they wander the Earth looking for home

And find it not

And there is a great mixing of the population

Due to all its wandering

And all the people are now intermixed

Those who had been contained within one geographical unit

And now interspersed with those from another

And this is true the world over

And the people have no choice but to help each other

For they are all in the same plight

And so we see stranger helping stranger

For the former stranger is now a neighbor

Is now a fellow

Is now someone in the same predicament as oneself

And the people reach out a hand to each other

They unite to help each other

They try to help each other

And their brotherhood and generosity with each other i

s touching

Yes it warms the heart

And slowly, gradually

The people stop their insistence

On returning to the way things used to be

And start looking at their new reality as it is

And together they start to accept this new reality

This new geography

This new Earth

And they settle in place

And they find that their new neighbors

Are people of a different color than they

A different ethnicity than they

In fact the new neighbor on the right is of one color, one ethnicity

And the new neighbor on the left is of a different color, a

different ethnicity

And thus all the worlds people are interspersed

Are mixed together

For it as though they all got jumbled up

When the Earth stopped spinning

And of course when they all migrated searching for their home

They all went in different directions

And now that they are coming to the realization

Of the reality of their situation

As they come to this realization

They stop in place

For truly they are tired of migrating

Truly they have realized that home is not there anymore

And that they must make for themselves a new home

And each person comes to this realization and this acceptance

At his own pace; in his own time

And when he does

He stops, he stops, he stops

In bewilderment he stops

In confusion he stops

In dawning realization he stops

Do such things happen in our lifetimes

Aren’t such things confined to history books

Yes we know the Earth had changed in the great distant past

But the past is over

We had expected stability within our lifetime

We had thought things would stay this way forever

And no that is not the way it is playing out

Earth has undergone massive transformations before

And she is undergoing a massive transformation now

And the people slowly, gradually, each in their own capacity

Come to albeit reluctantly

They come to accept it

And when the moment of acceptance comes

It is usually accompanied by a moment of exhaustion

For truly it is the exhaustion that hastens the acceptance

And the person stops in place

And decides to settle where he or she is

And thus it happens that the people of the world

Are now all interspersed

And who had been living in the north

Is now living in the south

Or in the east

Or in the west

It is random

It is all random

There truly seems no rhyme nor reason

As to why each individual ended up where he did

But settle down they finally do

Accept their new situation they finally do

Look around at their new reality they do

Look around at their new neighbors they do

And yes they have no choice

For all are in the same boat

And all are in need

And to survive one must help each other

That is the only way they can survive

And the people know this

And truth be told

All the old distinctions

All the old divisions

Seem so irrelevant now

One forgets how or why they had ever been important

One forgets

And one is grateful for the neighbor’s helping hand

And one reciprocates as one can

And thus stability returns to the land

And thus the people create their reality anew

To correspond with their new situation

And it is as though all are starting from scratch

Truly this shakeup has been a great equalizer

And all are starting anew

And all are starting from the same relative position

For truly the old distinctions no longer hold

Rich or poor are no longer relevant terms

They hold no meaning

No not yet

It will take a long time for these terms to come back

Into the people’s reality

For now they mean nothing

They mean nothing

And it is as though all are immigrants

And it is as though all are refugees

And no there are no refugee camps built

For there are no ‘saviors’ to build them

There is not a healthy, whole, untouched group of people

To take charge and to control the refugees

No there is not

The people themselves take charge

The people themselves create their new reality

The people together create their new reality

And surprisingly enough

This new reality

Is more peaceful

And yes more satisfying

The people are more content

There is less depression and neuroticism in the world

As the people go about with purpose

Building their new homes

Helping each other

Working together

Helping each other to survive in this new Earth of theirs