Tim Bennett and I have just returned home from two screening tours of What A Way To Go. We toured 13 communities in the Northeast during August and 23 communities in the West and Midwest during October and early November. I’ve now got a finger on the pulse of current levels of awareness in the US about the seriousness of our global predicament. Our audiences I believe are the cream of the crop. They are the best, the most tuned-in, the most concerned. It was a pleasure to be with them. They shored up my waning fondness for humanity as a whole. But despite the obvious goodness of the ordinary people that I witnessed, I am not encouraged about our prospects.
I can say this with a fair degree of confidence: save for the few who are already fully awake, most people who are now looking at the world are just waking up to the four horsemen that we address in What A Way To Go: Peak Oil, Climate Change, Mass Species Extinction and Population Overshoot. They are just waking up and they have no accurate idea how late in the game it is.
What’s the game I’m talking about? The game of “civilized, industrial, technological life as we know it.” We are at the end of that game. And people are just beginning to wake up to the fact that it’s a game.
I’m talking about The Apocalypse, which, I’ve come to learn, literally means The Unveiling. We are on the verge of The Unveiling. We are beginning to pull back the curtain and see clearly what our civilization has actually been up to over the past two centuries and eight or ten milenia.
The Unveiling is upon us and only a small percentage of the people are waking up. Those that are, are waking up at the last minute. And they are waking up rather slowly and reluctantly. Most still imagine the full unveiling and revelation of consequences must be decades away. They believe it’s at least a generation or two off. Most, even after they see our movie, continue to think there’s time to create a mass awakening, a popular uprising, a reformation. They want to believe that there’s a revolution afoot, that “green building” and “hydrogen cars,” will save us, if only “we the people” will demand those things. They continue to think there’s decades yet ahead in order to turn away from catastrophe, that it’s possible to solve our energy and climate and ecological holocaust. But you don’t solve a holocaust. At best, maybe you survive it.
Hello. It’s not generations away. It’s not decades away. As Tim says in voice-over early on in the movie, “Turns out it may be just around the corner.” In fact, for most of the community of life, apocalypse is right now. Today, for two-hundred species, life ends at midnight, or noon, or even as I write this.
Two hundred species a day we are losing. Two hundred. As Daniel Quinn says in the movie, “This is calamitous.”
Many who have been studying peak oil for years now suggest that the “peak” may have happened a year ago. You can tell yourself that hundred dollar a barrel oil is just corporate gouging. That we can somehow make them stop the rising prices. But that’s delusion. No doubt the oil companies are going to make as much as they can manipulating the prices. But the prices are going up. And up. And up. There may be a few manipulated blips on the upward curve. But demand will outstrip supply, if it hasn’t already, and the price will continue to climb, blip, climb, blip, climb.
Likewise, the evidence that climate change tipping points have already started to tip is also mounting. Summer sea ice levels on the northern ice cap hit record new lows this summer, new lows that far exceeded past predictions. Extinction continues unabated, as does rising human population. Richard Heinberg, who published The Party is Over: Oil, War and the Fate of Industrial Societies in 2005, has just published Peak Everything: Waking Up to the Century of Declines. The party is indeed over, and not just for oil, but for all the things we’ve become accustomed to, for all the stuff the culture has eaten up and spit out and landfilled and is now trying desperately to recycle.
People have no idea how late in the game it is. And, sadly, many don’t seem to want to know. If people wanted to know they would walk from a screening of What A Way To Go to their local library or independent bookstore and start ordering and reading books from the authors we interviewed. They would find our website and click links to the many sources of energy, climate, extinction and population information. They’d find and read The Oil Drum and Energy Bulletin. They would immerse themselves in the information because they’d want to know. But the truth is, most don’t want to know.
Having toured 36 communities with our movie in the last three months and having sat with over a thousand people in post-screening dialogue circles, I find myself sad and sobered. And I thought I already was sober. I thought I had a clue about how little consciousness exists with regard to the extent and consequences of our human impacts on the world. I thought that was the whole point of making a no-punches-pulled, hard-hitting, wide-lens documentary in the first place. We knew people were sorely uninformed and misinformed about how dire the situation is. But we were naive.
We were not naive about the lack of awareness. We were naive about the lack of desire for that awareness. People don’t really want to know. And a surprising number of people acknowledge that. They don’t want to know because they realize they are already depressed. They are depressed and discouraged. And they believe they would rather be numb and distracted. They don’t see a way through the depression and discouragement so they turn their backs and resolve not to look.
I’ve come to see that there’s a major paradox we now face, having made a documentary that is as comprehensive and thoughtful and hard-hitting as ours is, in the context of a populace that is as dumbed-down and disheartened and disempowered as America’s. I thought it would be an unequivocally good and empowering act to make a movie that is smart and compelling and that moves people emotionally. But in fact, for many, the movie actually becomes part of their sophisticated denial system. Having seen it they believe what is not true, and what is true seems to go right over their heads. Maybe it’s too smart. And paradoxically, maybe it’s too compelling. Most people don’t seem to want to think that hard. And they don’t seem to want to feel that much, either. So they don’t watch it again and again, as we have, to make sure they won’t go back to sleep.
As we listened to people, all too often we had the scary sense that they liked our movie because they wanted to get other people to watch it. They wanted other people to wake up. They wanted to believe that because the movie had been made it was an indication that things are getting better. They wanted to don a blank, hopeful, smile and declare weakly “People are waking up!”
Other people. Because it’s always other people that need to wake up. Not us. We already know. We are the choir. We don’t need preaching to. We get it. If we can just get this movie seen by other people, the people who really need to wake up, the masses, the leaders, the rest of the population, then everything will be okay. If only we can get this movie seen by everybody, then everything will be okay.
It’s not going to be okay. It’s too late for everything to be okay.
Soon after we had finished the movie, Marc Maximov wrote that What A Way To Go is an “ecological horror film”. When we read that comment in his article we laughed. We thought it interesting and startling that he would describe the movie that way, given that we had interviewed such luminary scientists as William Schlesinger and Stuart Pimm, and such amazing thinkers as Derrick Jensen, Daniel Quinn and Chellis Glendinning. I mean, who would have thought that Thomas Berry would appear in a horror movie?
But now I think Marc was on to something important. I think he astutely observed that in spite of the scholarship and intelligence and poetry in What A Way To Go, many people will respond to it as if it were a horror movie rather than as a documentary. When people don’t want to wake up to the nightmare, but are faced with an accurate and compelling assessment of their condition, they can, and will, relegate that experience to the file they’ve created in their heads labeled “Horror Movies and Other Things I Don’t Want to Believe Are True.”
Human beings are extremely creative when they want to be. That includes being psychologically creative. That includes being creative about constructing defense and denial mechanisms that serve to keep them numb and asleep. They seal off accurate knowledge about the world just as they’ve sealed off a thousand other real and unreal images that they’ve been exposed to via the media. They relegate the feelings that arise when confronted by the four horsemen of This Apocalypse to the same realms they relegate feelings elicited by Stephen King’s fiction, by terrifying dreams, and by the boogey man under the bed. They unwittingly label this documentary the way they labeled The Shining: Just Another Horror Movie. And, having filed the experience away, they then go back to sleep. They step into the fantasy that “green business” is selling: the solution to our environmental and social and resource problems is to be good consumers and to buy more stuff, green stuff. After all, people vote with their dollars don’t they? Wow, lacking real elections this is the deal: You can vote by spending! So the more you spend the more powerful you are. Wow. This is great! We can step into our powerful identities as consumers and accept our full responsibility as citizens. We get to vote every day we buy something. What a great fantasy: the destruction of the world will be stopped by spending more money.
The answer to these problems is simple, and everyone can be involved: one can shop. Because shopping is fun. And shopping can happen even at home or on the airplane. One can look adoringly at advertisements for hybrid SUVs. One can admire how Chevron is going green! One can fantasize about someday living in that wonderful solar heated, natural green home of 3-5 thousand square feet, with imported rugs on comfy, cozy, water-heated slab floors. And that next bedspread? Well, do consider hemp! That will make a real difference. Best of all, considering the time of year, it’s time to vow to make it a Green Christmas: buy beeswax candles and exotic fruit baskets and yoga mats. Buy imported things and support indigenous cultures. Buy big things and small things, green things and live things. And in so buying, we can all pretend that things will get better. That things are getting better. All one need to do is shop correctly. After all, shopping is fun. And stopping the destruction of the world should be fun.
I realize I’m on a bit of a tear here. I can’t help it. I sat with over a thousand people and I’m more discouraged about the awakening in the world than ever. And mostly I’m sad. I’m sad that as a group we are not getting it.
And the rest of the community of life is at risk. No. Wait. See how easily denial slips in? The rest of the community of life is not at risk. The rest of the community of life is being wiped out while human population numbers continue to increase, and shop.
On our tour, after the screenings, we avoided the typical Q & A. After all, while we admit to some extent of knowledge as a result of the last four years spent deep in research and analysis, we really aren’t experts, or authorities. We’re pretty smart and we’ve peeled off many layers of denial. And because of that we’ve let the magnitude of the global predicament hit us in the gut, over and over. But we don’t pretend to have answers or authoritative prescriptions. Not that anyone does. In fact we hold that anyone who says they have the prescription to stop the destruction and reform this system in order to make it work is either extremely ill-informed, lying, and or flat out delusional. There just aren’t any easy answers other than shutting down the industrial infrastructure yesterday. And that would not be easy.
So we didn’t do Q& A after screenings. We refused to be set up to be hit with people’s understandable projections and anger at all the authorities and experts who continue to confuse, disappoint, and exploit them.
Instead, on these tours, we invited people to pull chairs into a circle and talk with us and each other as concerned peers, to respond to the movie by expressing their feelings, by talking about what moved them, what emotions were touched. We knew this might be a stretch for many people. Most of us have been emotionally dumbed down as well as intellectually hobbled by this numbing and stupid culture. So we offered a menu of sorts to help people identify their feelings. We gave them a short list of the basic five: Glad, Sad, Mad, Scared or Ashamed. Turns out, this was a good thing to do. People actually reported on their feelings. They took the risk to do what is anathema for most Americans: they expressed their feelings, and they often did so in clear and heartfelt ways. I was touched and impressed. Circle after circle, people did this. They talked about their feelings with one another. Often it was quite moving. And on occasion I think the experience was not only cathartic but transforming for certain individuals. And probably it planted a fair number of seeds. I wonder, though, how many of those seeds will ever germinate into any kind of action. Despite the genuine expression of feeling in the rooms on those evenings, I don’t get the sense that the majority of these people went home to start radically changing their lives.
I say this because by the time the tour came to an end I began to see something that was fairly disturbing. The most frequently reported feelings were sad and glad, followed by ashamed and mad, with only the rare expression of people being scared. I think that’s backwards to what would best be experienced. I think if people were really letting the information sink in, if they were letting it past their denial and defense mechanisms, that they would, first and foremost, be scared.
Let me explain. If a person is not scared when confronted with the immanent demise of their lifestyle, then clearly they aren’t looking at it. They are relegating the information to the “horror movie” file and continuing to pretend. They are telling themselves that all this is going to happen in someone else’s lifetime. But, in fact, all this is happening RIGHT NOW. Preparations for dealing with this, for responding, for surviving it, for helping to heal it, needed to begin 300 years ago or 30 years ago. Or at least yesterday.
But my sense is that people aren’t preparing. They aren’t even considering what making preparation might mean. Way too often what I witness is that people see the movie and then continue to talk about careers and retirements and the future. Like the future will in any way resemble the past or even the present
I genuinely liked most of the people we sat in post-screening dialogue circles with. Their expression of concern and caring for each other and the rest of the community of life evoked fondness. I often said that the circles convinced me that the human species, at least some percentage of it, is worth saving. But I have to say that I don’t really think that one viewing of the movie or one sharing of heartfelt concerns actually changed very many people in any significant way. I still feel fondness for these members of my species. But I don’t hold any illusions that this movie is changing people, or moving them into action with any kind of appropriate speed or conviction.
So I feel compelled to say something. I hope many people who have seen What a Way To Go, or who will see What A Way To Go, will take this to heart:
Our movie is not evidence that things are changing. Once you’ve seen our movie, that does not mean you don’t need to radically and rapidly change your life in preparation for utter upheaval of how you’ve been living and what you’ve been planning and working for.
Please don’t watch our movie and then be glad that change is happening. Because the most prevalent change that is happening is that things in the real world of plants and animals and water and soil and climate are continuing to get worse. Rapidly worse. They’ve gotten worse since An Inconvenient Truth. And they’ve gotten worse since Al Gore got the Nobel prize. They’ve gotten worse since our movie was released on DVD and since we’ve traveled the country touring with it and sitting with people in circles to process it.
Things are getting worse and they are going to keep getting worse until industrial civilization either grinds to a halt or is stopped. Only when that happens will the great bulk of humanity that is enmeshed with industrial civilization stop destroying the community of life through the inexorable consumption of everything.
All evidence I see is that there isn’t going to be a popular mass uprising. So don’t be waiting around for THAT to happen. There isn’t going to be a technofix. And the aliens, if there are any, are not going to intervene and clean this up for us. It’s time to pay the piper, or the rats are going to continue to overrun our village.
So please, don’t wait for someone else to “get it.” Don’t wait for the leaders of your country, or company, or community to get on aboard. Don’t wait for someone else to wake up and make the changes happen. Because they aren’t going to get it.
I think what Upton Sinclair said is more true than we want to believe: “It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his job depends on not understanding it.” How many people’s jobs depend on them NOT understanding that capitalism is a dead end, that consuming is folly, and that technology is a hoax? Don’t depend on politicians or business people or even academics to understand what’s going on when their jobs, and their mortgages and their plasma television sets and probably their marriages depend on them NOT understanding it.
And don’t depend on yourself understanding it if your job and your current lifestyle depends on NOT understanding it. Denial is real and alive and most of us continue in it’s stranglehold.
Only when we wake up to that understanding will we begin to have some choices. Work your way to that place. Watch What A Way To Go thirty times or more, like we have. Read a bunch of books and websites. Choose to step out of delusion. It will probably mean you have to plan to quit your job. And maybe move. It will probably mean you have to consider a very different kind of life.
The good new is that, probably, a very different kind of life will be a life which has meaning and purpose and is grounded in the reality of soil and water and other living, breathing, feeling creatures. In some ways it will be a harder life that you’ll have to choose. But it will be better.
Feel your way into where you want to be and get there. Focus on the basics: water, food, non-fossil energy. Focus on how you can help to stop the destruction and start the healing. Listen to the voice-over at the end of What A Way To Go:
“The waters are rising. We’re going to have to let go of the shore.”
Listen to it again and again, and again. Until YOU get it. The waters are rising. It’s time to build an ark.
It’s time. Don’t wait. Build it now.
You were “on a bit of a tear” there but that punch in the gut has to be thrown I think.
re “Human beings are extremely creative when they want to be. That includes being psychologically creative. That includes being creative about constructing defense and denial mechanisms that serve to keep them numb and asleep.”
I’m not sure if it is useful to take time to understand why we have our heads in the sand collectively but I just heard about a new book entitled “Living in Denial: Climate Change, Emotions, and Everyday Life” by Kari Norgaard which appears to take a sociologist’s look at the problem.
link to article here: http://www.alternet.org/environment/151011
The question still arises, though, should I read that book or take the local hunter safety or permaculture course?
Thanks for everything you do.
D.
My little bit to the conscience: http://vimeo.com/34637011
Spanish version: http://vimeo.com/33793691
Thanks for your movie.
Nice piece! Thanks!
Santiago: Thank you a lot for the Spanish translation, did you made it?
I just wanted to say that I get it, a lot of people I know get it. But there is a huge problem that is not being adressed, not in the movie or elswhere. You can´t expect people who are hanging by their teeth to survive, to feel strong enough to do something about it. My situation is very emblematic. I am trying to buy a piece of land for almos three years now. I live in Brazil. If I go rural, I can pay for it, but rural places have no security at all. Burglers enter farms, rape, kill, and leave without ever getting punished. The only possibility would be for me to acquire a small property in a city or smaller town. Since the housing bubble in the USA all major realty enterprises invaded Brazil. Land is being bought up by huge corporations and they are building condos one after another without regard to any consequence whatsoever. Prices of land are skyrocketing. Most of my friends live in very small apartments. I sold mine and find myself unable to buy a house now. I am not the only one I know in this exact situation. I wanted to move to a house, preferably with a little garden-space. But there is no way to really do that right now. Prices of any real-estate have tripled in 3 years. No one cares. banks are selling (unpayable) mortgages like crazy. Realty corporations are promising housing for the poor and cashing in big loans to buy property which they fence off and then transform in some monstrosity: badly build condos with small windows, no garden space and strict condo-rules. Allied to that, oil is soon to be pumped from our sea. No one is able to stop it. Oil companies are selling the idea of jobs. So jobs and housing… who doesn´t want that? But is it true? Of course not! The reality is debt,destruction and empoevrishment of land and people.
The problem is that people who get it, and could do something better, can´t even get out of the mess in the first place. And you have to get out to be able to help others to get out.
So, maybe it would be necessary to start to help people get out of the mess. Start some community with gardening projects, low cost living facilities (green preferably with almost no use of electricity and community based protection of natural resources and water). Communities in which if someone harms the environment they do not get to live there anymore, or do business there anymore. It´s very hard work, but a lot of people would want to live that way. They are just not capable of doing it separately, each one having to battle corporations and unawake people on their own, if they are struggling to get by as it is. People do not do anything because they are scared and alone. Isolated. Not because they do not care.
Hey Sally, our house is (partially) warmed by a ‘water-heated slab floor’. Of course, in our case the water is warmed by the sun in the collector I built, and pumped through the earthen floor we made by an old car battery charged in turn by a 15W solar panel. What can I say, I’m a technofixer!
As you know, I took the path of quitting my job. I no longer feel like I’m thrusting my head in a bucket of shit everyday! (Remember that image?) Spent today rather with my hands in buckets of mud, earth plastering a wall in this re-claimed heap of a house we now call home.
As you say - food, water, non-fossil energy. But it’s late in the game indeed. I’ve taken to making my own maple syrup. Trees don’t know what to make of this non-winter. Sap is not really running. We’ve had little freezing weather here in the Blue Ridge this winter. Almost no snow even in my native Adirondacks. What have we done, what have we done…
I don’t really recall what I felt when I first woke up. (You know me and those ‘feeling things’. eh?) But I can tell you that now, after all these years, I feel sadness and resignation. As you said above, there will be no mass awakening, no righting of the path we’re on. And Empire will most certainly trash what’s left of the planet in its death throes. And even if it doesn’t, the 7+ billion of us that Empire will leave behind, who are only here because it coddled, cajoled and confounded us into existing in its shadow, will most certainly strip the Earth bare in our desperation once the great teat of Empire is denied us.
So I am sad. It was a beautiful planet, and we, its fortunate dwellers.
Miss you guys.
Hey all,
I just watched your film for the first time last night, on FSTV. I have been struggling to process it since.
I am an educator at a community college. I show An Inconvenient Truth in one of my classes, second semester composition, as a way to try to raise awareness. Many times, including this semester, I have encountered climate-change denying students who accuse me of propagandizing. Sometimes they even take their complaints to my boss. It’s a bouquet of fun to deal with them. But now I am feeling like the little dent I may make in their armor of denial is probably pointless.
I’m wondering, though, what you think about the alternative scenarios involving the collapse of industrial and consumption-based society, like many sci-fi texts consider, from a global conflict, and one that usually includes a nuclear exchange of some sort. I think it’s obvious that the apocalypse and doomsday “preppers” and cults are sublimating their awareness of the destruction of our planet into this purpose, instead of environmental action or new connection to the earth; building a bomb shelter is easier and doesn’t require quitting your job. John Barnes has written a couple of apocalyptic and post-apocalypse books, Directive 51 and Daybreak Zero, in which he presents a particularly ignorant and odious scenario of the end of America as we know it. He blames environmental terrorists and “get back to nature” philosophizing for creating American social and technological weakness, which enables the evil doers of the Islamic middle east to wreak nuclear havoc on America/the earth.
It takes a essential genius for perfidy (and NOT irony of fate, despite what he thinks) to blame the collapse on those aware of the unsustainable and criminal nature to our industrial civilization.
Was it Tolstoy who said, ‘What then must we do?”
Hey Paul… sorry it’s taken so long to reply. I have to reset my email notifications somehow…
I student-taught an evolution section of a biology course to high schoolers in North Carolina, and met the same sort of thing you speak of in that most Baptist of areas. Not fun. I hope your administration backs you up.
I agree… throwing ourselves bodily at people’s “armor of denial” (great phrase) is probably pointless. And yet we never know which little seeds will take root, and which piece of information and experience will create a crack. And so while generally pointless, I find myself continuing to speak up, even as I’ve found ways to do it that are less ego-challenging, and easier on my own soul.
If I understand your question, then yes, it seems that there are people (some working somewhere in the control systems?) working along the lines you mention, and are even craving these Mad-Maxian scenarios. What then must we do? Not sure. Sally and I grow food. I write books. Sally invests in local young people. We watch and wait. Movements are and will arise. Resistance is and will continue to grow. Climate change and oil depletion are, themselves, types of resistance, I think. The planet’s resistance. The laws of physics, chemistry, biology, and population dynamics are still in effect, and apply to humans as surely as everyone else. This madness will change and end and transform. This cannot last. And the forces are many that will take these structures down.
In the face of that, I look for what gives me joy, for what calls to me. I listen for marching orders from Life itself, and follow them as best I can. Right now, the orders are to write novels, and so I do. Where is your joy, and to what are you called?
Peace,
Tim
watched, your doc on FSTV, and i wanted to put on my “armor of denial” so badley and turn the channel. I want the ancient aliens to come back, i dont know what i want. your movie is so truthful it hurts and i am at a loss to know where to start also, i can “like” you on facebook, (wow), i can talk about it to others, but as i have been talking about this kind of situation for years now, i can predict the looks and comments i will recieve. i usually get the, “i wish you would shut up and quit raining on my parade look”. i can only hope for another human to stumble on to so we can discuss what to do and how to do it, as it is lonely out here when alot of others do not want to hear what you are saying. thank you for your terrible, beautiful movie. blue
Confess I’ve not watched the whole film yet or read the whole bit above yet, but share my sincere gratitude for the awareness and honesty here both in what I’ve seen of the film, the post and comments that follow. Promise lies in just this…people speaking out and joining hands. I learned about Eco-mind by Frances Moore Lappe earlier this week on a teleconference. Frances’ emphasis here is changing the way we think…moving us beyond the box of limits we get trapped in to consider possibilities. I’ve been on the too-late bandwagon since I first studied climate change at the university in the mid-1990s. spent way too many years terribly distraught. I’m still there…as is noted, we are in the midst of this wave. still, i appreciate Frances’ message equally…we must all be peace activists above and beyond all now…peace on the individual, community, and global scale for humanity is the Ark we must build…peace will allow Susanna to move to the country safely and securely…peace will also shift economy. so, peace seems too far away? again, we touch the limits of our imagination. perhaps no one can say how a loss so unfathomable will transform humanity…but i say we are equally in the midst of the revelation…the peace race is on…so raise the volume…build the Ark. in love and gratitude with all, megan elizabeth
failed to add here that peace necessitates equality…trust this is why Quakers join Peace & Social Justice Concerns in one committee. our paradigm shift is to equality for all in existence…no more promising time than in the midst of a mass extinction of species and cultures to accomplish this paradigm shift as we must. we’ve got all the pieces going…now for the gathering…thus the Ark metaphor. we need only change our minds…a challenge, yes. an impossibility, no. cheers all, m
also can recommend reading False Idyll at Orion Magazine http://www.orionmagazine.org/index.php/articles/article/6807 in this piece, James gets to one of the last points in the original post here…there is real work in harvesting food (be it wild harvest or cultivated) and that is why perhaps our ancestors sought comfort and ease…they had no clue the discomforts and disease this ‘ease’ would bring. we’re built for that kind of work though…improves relationships, and our understanding of relationships (including marriage), all around. and, in my first post, did not mean to say I am still distraught…rather I am still on the too late bandwagon when it comes to preventing the death of most species we have come to know…I grieve the losses now and am with joy for this freedom to grieve. I will gladly be convinced otherwise though and there are systems thinkers out there who are attempting to do so. let our minds be stretched and our feelings free.
Wow. What an absolutely excellent piece of film making. This is the best documentary I have ever seen. Others may touch on the issues we face, illuminating a part, but this film comprehensively sums up the problems our race faces, and offers real solutions and pathways out (calling on higher power my personal fav). Thank you.
Thank you, Thomas. It was our hope and intention that, by looking at as much of the whole of the situation as we could at one time, we would be able to reveal and see something that is difficult to see when we look at smaller pieces one at a time. I’m glad our efforts touched you. Peace… Tim
Thank you for this film. I got a wonderful, even exhilarating sense of shared reality seeing it. I’ve been wondering who else sees this truth— that we are cresting the top of that big hill on the roller coaster and are are having that “hang time moment” before the train plummets — well, you guys are seeing this truth, so thanks for the sharing you’ve done.
You didn’t tell me anything I don’t already know about humanity; your interviewees only had me nodding and smiling and saying, “yup.” Again, this is meeting a vital need of mine: shared reality. Also, perhaps, community. And understanding. And responsibility.
I appreciated the use of archival footage in the film. It was magnificently, ruefully humorous. I remember my very wise dad telling me once, “If you’ve got a difficult message to give, use humour. Humour makes it possible for people to digest and assimilate the pain that may be awakened.” I will definitely share this film with my dad. He is one of those who is awake, he’s been awake a long time. He told me 30 years ago about the polar ice caps melting. He told me also that he figures it will be a virus that will wipe us out. I guess I’ve been raised in the consciousness that we’re on the fast track to destruction, and preparing how to meet that destruction.
It’s unprecedented: born in 1968, if I live the average 72.8 years, I might be witness not just to my own death, but the death of my species. What humans have contemplated this before? And contemplated it as a direct result of their own choices?
I do wonder, however, at the urgency of the above post to “make changes.” I live in Canada, on the West Coast, and my husband and I took a trip to Tofino a couple of years ago to “connect with nature.” As I stood there in a beautiful coastal rainforest (I drove there, and paid for permit parking in order to view the trees and ferns), supposedly on my “honeymoon,” I was overcome by a deep sense of melancholy. It stayed with me for the rest of that visit. The root of my sadness was my awareness that I, as a human being living in this culture, was in direct conflict with the sustaining of that forest ecosystem. That beautiful forest, that perfectly balanced system, knew how to help itself. It didn’t need me. In fact, I was the last thing it needed. In fact, if I wanted to support that forest, the most positive step I could take as a human being was to eliminate myself through suicide, and the sooner the better, since just by my existence, living my life, driving my car, eating my store-bought food, wearing my store-bought clothes, heating my home with natural gas, I was part of the destruction of that pristine place, and imagine, all of that replicated millions of times over! And I was driving a Prius and recycling!
What’s an awakened human to do in the face of such a sobering truth?
I stay with my truth, however: that the only truly helpful contribution I can make — to this system as it is now, this human-dominated system, where my life casts such a huge shadow, where my footprint squashes 200 species a day— well, it’s to leave. And I don’t consider my little human life so precious that it ought to continue; no, I certainly don’t. And I just can’t imagine a way I can live on Earth that would be a positive contribution to anything but my own continued existence, and remain sane and happy. (Contrary to my pondering suicide, I do consider myself sane and happy.)
My husband and I talk about this all the time: we can envision moving into the woods, setting up permaculture gardens, eating our berries and beans and nuts, drinking our well water or glacial melt, harvesting our own solar power, and being utterly apart from society. From people. Yup, him and me, out there living in harmony with the Earth. A menage a trois, us and the planet.
This, however, is NOT how human life is sustainable. No, interdependence, not just with the natural world, but with other humans, is the way we thrive, I have found. And so far, I haven’t been able to scare up a bunch of other humans who want to go off the grid and live with less on the high ground somewhere. Or maybe they want to, but they’re scared to leave comfort behind. And the co-parents of our young children are pretty locked into this current paradigm, so we’d be giving up our contact with our kids as well. Yeah. There goes family and closeness, too. Boo hoo hoo.
My dad said something else to me a long time ago: that the only way through is through. That there will be a calamity, that peak oil and the battle over that last barrels will be beyond bloody, that these are the “good old days,” and there’s no stopping this train. And so how to meet the coming calamity? I think a lot of how I don’t really want to be a “survivor” when the oceans rise. I don’t really want to plan for surviving the massive die-offs from famine and disease, to be “sitting pretty” with my own water and food and herb-sustained health while the people on the coasts are submerged and the people who relied on them are starving. I don’t really want to be one of the savvy, awake people who planned well and kept going.
I do, however, want to meet the crisis with love, with compassion, with presence, with equanimity. To be a gift to those around me who are suffering, just by being there with empathy, trusting that this is a huge thing to contribute. My life right now centres around the living and sharing of Nonviolent Communication (Compassionate Communication), and if I heard you in the film, you were echoing this consciousness when you said “power with and not power over,” feeling feelings, and honouring the vital needs of connection, community, purpose, meaning…. YES to all of that, this is what my life is about right now.
Yet I’m not sure what to tell our kids. They are 6, 8, 10 and 12. I yearn to tell them I know what is happening, to even show them this film, to explain to them that it’s not so much about avoiding the iceberg (I think we’ve hit it already, and we’re sinking fast), but how you go down on the ship. Do you go down screaming, or singing? When I share Love consciousness, peace consciousness, needs consciousness with my kids, my intention is to prepare them for that sinking into icy waters, that they might find peace even in disaster, even in the ending of so many things. That death is not something to avoid, deny, or fear: that it is part of life, that our collective human story is also a life of sorts. It had its beginning, it had its growth, its life, and now, it looks like death is coming.
Your film talks about fear, about grief. Am I so numb to this that I am in denial of my feelings, or am I seeing the human story with so much compassion— seeing how each development, whether it was agriculture or industrialization or petroleum-based transit or Reagan’s election, — if I am to really embrace my spiritual practice to the depths of its core, all of this, every bit of it is part of God, and if it is all part of God, then it is divine and perfect?
Is the end of humanity something to celebrate as well as mourn? To see the folly and the genius, the inevitability of destruction, all as divine order? To know that humanity was at one time sustainable and in harmony with the Earth, and then, in the blink of an evolutionary eye, went totally sideways and delusional and power-mad and exploitive and took so much of the life of the planet with it— and this was all part of the design?
Whatever happens to us, and the polar bears, and the plankton, it will not be the end of the Earth. The Earth will recover from our presence, from the plastic we sourced and blow-moulded that chokes the oceans, from the boiling of the seas. It will take millions of years, and then Earth will be what it is: something else again. Unrecognizable, perhaps. But it will be what it is.
In moments, I feel sad. But mostly, I just shrug, and wonder what’s next. How will it play out? I don’t have a TV, I found your movie because a friend on facebook linked to it. I am in this world, and much as I try to not be of it, I am of it. I am awake, and yet I still buy my food at the grocery store, wear clothes whose fibres are from New Zealand and which were loomed in China, and the tag has the nerve to tell me it’s sustainable! It’s hilarious, and tragic. Tragedy and comedy, those human creations, so closely related.
I will continue to share the paradigm of power-with, of consciousness of needs, of the ideal of solutions that work for all… in this moment when the roller coaster train is starting to plummet down that big hill, and wonder if I am really contributing after all, as people are about to start throwing up their arms and shrieking with the terror of it all. It is something to wonder about, certainly.
Thank you again for this film, and this site, where I can pour out my heart and my mind, and have that sense of connection and community, albeit it pixels.
Thanks for this, Mollie. It resonates deeply. Sally and I have pondered over and chewed on these same questions many times over the years. They never seem to go away, these question, and the answer-that-satisfies never quite falls into place. I’m glad the movie game you a big dose of “shared reality,” as that was certainly one of our primary intentions. So many have reported the same, and that has always been gratifying to us, that we could help people to not feel so alone and crazy with this.
One thing your comments brought to mind was this music video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0kHg8bHjkY ) which captures well, I think, some of that “who do we want to be as the plane goes down?” feeling. That has long been an important question for us: as the plane goes down, how shall we live those last few moments? In the face of the fatal diagnosis, how will we live that last year? Some will party. Some will panic. Some will prepare. Some will protest. And some of us will turn to the person next to us and offer what love and compassion we have. There are many ways to go…
Like you, Sally and I seem to be largely beyond the fear and grief and anger. Instead, we watch the world with curiosity and fascination and interest, and we continue to wonder what it has all been for. For me, the question has long been: how do we redeem this? If we’re now coming to the end of a ten-millennia-long experiment in separation, control, unsustainable living, delusion, etc, then is there something to be learned here which, while it will not correct, prevent, or heal the long centuries of pain and destruction, will bring some meaning to it? People do unsustainable things all of the time, in order to reach a goal. Our every exhale is unsustainable, but it creates a space for our next inhale, and allows us to reach the goal of oxygenating our bodies. Driving in the passing lane is unsustainable, but it allows us to get around the slower vehicle ahead of us. Holding our breath underwater is unsustainable, but it allows us to swim under the rock ledge and to surface in the hidden grotto. What is the goal we’ve been seeking, albeit largely unconsciously, with our long centuries of unsustainable separation and control? And can we, even as we go down, even as we go extinct, even as we reach out to turn out the lights as we leave the room, can we find that thing we’ve been seeking, and see it, and know it, and let it in, and be changed in that instant? If there’s something that can be seen and known and learned, then it may be that, even should we not survive this (and it certainly looks more and more that this could be the case…), we can somehow bring that learning and add it to the Great Hologram, the Absolute, the Morphic Field, or the Mind of God. As the plane goes down, and as I share my love and compassion with those around me who can accept it, that’s the primary question that interests me. It feels worth exploring to me. It feels like a possible way to truly help. And it adds to my personal life on a daily basis. So I do it.
There’s so much more we could speak of, it feels like. Long conversations over coffee or tea would be marvelous. But of course we few “mutants” are spread all around the globe, and there are children to be with, and plants to tend, and chickens to feed. Please find me on Facebook, if you like, and we can connect there as well, if that would be good for you: https://www.facebook.com/tswabbit
I like your Dad!
Peace,
Tim
Are you going to be in LA or therabouts any time soon. If not I would like to talk to yu about coming here and arranging a screening and discussion. I love the movie and have begun handing out slips of paper with the information on where to go to watch it to everyone I meet. I tell them when I give them the paper that this movie will make everything else superfluous.
Hi Michael… no plans for travel at this point. I’ve passed this along to Sally, so that we can think and talk about it a bit. My guess is that she’ll get back to you. Thanks for your kind words. Peace, Tim
Holy Quran, Surat Al-Baqarah:
Ayah (135) They say: “Become Jews or Christians if ye would be guided (To salvation).” Say thou: “Nay! (I would rather) the Religion of Abraham the True, and he joined not gods with Allah.”
(136) Say ye: “We believe in Allah, and the revelation given to us, and to Abraham, Isma’il, Isaac, Jacob, and the Tribes, and that given to Moses and Jesus, and that given to (all) prophets from their Lord: We make no difference between one and another of them: And we bow to Allah (in Islam).”
(137) So if they believe as ye believe, they are indeed on the right path; but if they turn back, it is they who are in schism; but Allah will suffice thee as against them, and He is the All-Hearing, the All-Knowing.
(138) (Our religion is) the Baptism of Allah: And who can baptize better than Allah? And it is He Whom we worship.
(139) Say: Will ye dispute with us about Allah, seeing that He is our Lord and your Lord; that we are responsible for our doings and ye for yours; and that We are sincere (in our faith) in Him?
(140) Or do ye say that Abraham, Isma’il Isaac, Jacob and the Tribes were Jews or Christians? Say: Do ye know better than Allah? Ah! who is more unjust than those who conceal the testimony they have from Allah? but Allah is not unmindful of what ye do!
Name the problem. As Zizek says, we are now beginning to name the problem. The name of the problem is “Capitalism”.
Misses that fact that this economy that demands constant growth is the capitalist economy and that is what the European’s spread arond the world. Very very large lacunae in this otherwise useful commentary.
Good place to answer Paul’s question- it was Lenin who said (& titled a book) ‘What Is To Be Done?’
Thanks for everyone’s thoughtfulness & efforts..especially the encouragement to love
Been working a little on building a transition initiative in central nj. Good way to draw folks out of the woodwork (transitionus.org, transitionnetwork.org)
Blessings on all & good luck! (Funny etymology point: ‘mazel tov’, generally meant as ‘congratulations’, actually literally means ‘good luck’)
Thank you for your beautiful movie. I love the poetry and the clarity. I woke up to this stuff a few months ago, after clocking up a few decades of denial. And as one does, as soon as I woke up, I started to poke everyone around me: “Hey, you awake? What are we going to do about this?” But they were not awake, and they weren’t about to, either. So fine then, I thought, have it your way. I’m going to learn all I can about survival and when the SHTF, I’ll be prepared and you won’t. And so I started prepping. I learned all I could about survival: urban survival, bush survival, desert survival, you-name-it-survival. Until I realised that my prepping is but another layer of denial: I’ll be alright, so it’s ok. But it wasn’t ok. Long story short, it wasn’t ok until I sat down and got to the root of the problem: The big hole of disconnect inside myself. I faced that hole and wept. I wept and I haven’t stopped. Having learned somewhere down the path that the only way out is through, through is the way I shall go. And every time I go through, that hole seems to fill a little bit more. I find it seems to fill with compassion. I now realise I have no right to wake them when they are not ready or simply do not want to wake up. They have their own rhythm, and I have mine. And so now I wait and I sit and weep with the hole of disconnect, and learn all I can about survival. If or when they finally wake up, I’ll be there to help in whatever capacity I can. I’m no longer prepping for me, I’m now prepping for them. And in that, I find peace.