Doom Diary #8

Beyond the spiritual wasteland ...


This is #8 of a series of diary entries that have arrived in our lap from beyond the horizon of now. The journey begins on July 3, 2020 and continues on March 6, 2020, January 1, 2021, July 9, 2022, January 3, 2023, February 2023 and March 4, 2023 . . . continuing all the way to the year 2047.

March 19, 2023

I feel lost. Scared. Don’t know what to do.

But we’re all feeling lost these days. No wise elders to take our hands and walk us through the treacherous path that lies ahead.

What heroes are there to look up to that have conquered a demon as big as this?

“Climate change” ... why don’t we call it something else already? Like the name of a beast in a Greek tragedy, one of those cannibalistic demigods, like Lamia, Medea or Medusa, who threatens to eat all of her children? Yeah, that would be more fitting ...

We had the Greek Tragedies to show us our frailty at the hands of desire…and Hamlet to teach us that thinking too much prevents action. we had the Odyssey to teach us the importance of humility and the Bible warned us many times over about greed, corruption, injustice and hatred. The Koran taught us the importance of limits while the Bhagavad Gita showed us the importance of duty and sacrifice. but right now ... we have no oracle ... no repository of ancient wisdom ... 
to guide us through this dark time.

March 21

There’s a real healer among us! She’s a one-of-a-kind old soul. I don’t know how we ever survived without someone like her before the crash.

She applies herbs from the garden to my cuts and bruises and advises me on what I need to eat more of based on the tinge of my iris. She checks my pulse and tells me I need to laugh more and start eating meat again.

A few days ago she looked at my tongue and told me I needed to make love to Lil daily at sunrise for one month. My old shrink never said that to me. And when Lil has bouts of anxiety ... she not only calms her down but transports her to this whole new dimension of insight.

I twisted my ankle the other day and as she was fixing it ... it was as if she was fixing every other part of me that’s ever been twisted and mangled and broken.

Sure, she teaches us how to heal our aches and pains and our digestion, our in-grown toenails and our infections, but what she’s really doing … is teaching us how to live and die.

Continue with us on the journey to 2047 with Doom Diary#9!