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Suicide Civilization
by John Omaha
Once I was called to psychically “clean” a house and the upstairs room where a woman, a young heroin addict, had suicided. The repairmen had already been there and covered the hole the shotgun blast had made. The blood was gone. I remember finding a pellet embedded in a ceiling beam on the first floor. Working as a psychic and shaman, I “found” two “parts” that had been left behind by the woman's sudden obliteration of her awareness. One was a terrified child part, confused, lost, and hiding in a closet in the bedroom. The other was a contemporary part, very sad, very lonely, standing by the window looking out over the backyard and feeling unworthy to participate in the life outside.
Like the depressed woman who suicided, Humanity is committing suicide right now, and the shotgun blast of our self-murder is not just blowing our own head off. It is obliterating other species and the home in which humanity has lived for eons.
It seems ironic that humanity, which considers itself the apex of evolution, is the only species that suicides. (Whales beaching does not appear to constitute suicide. Marine biologists believe that injury or illness causes whales to beach. They may also be injured by sonar and underwater man-made explosions.)
The dinosaurs did not suicide. They also did not poison themselves with toxic chemicals, did not contaminate the air so that it produced cancers, did not warm the planet until life was impossible. It took a random event, an asteroid crashing into what is now the Gulf of Mexico to kill off the dinosaurs. Elephants, whales, porpoises. They do not suicide, and they did not murder their own species or obliterate the environment in which they lived. Only human beings are capable of that.
What is motivating our species to destroy itself? What is motivating our suicide. You have to agree we're suiciding. We've turned on the gas in the stove and stuck our head in it and are breathing deeply. We've run a hose from the exhaust pipe into the car where we're seated, and we've started the engine, and we're filling our lungs with the poisonous gas. Get this over with we seem to be saying.
Like an individual human being who has parts in his or her personality, our civilization has parts. Like an individual, some of the parts are stronger than others. Our species has a particularly strong part that says, “Poison! Warm the planet. Melt the ice. Contaminate the water.” The strong part justifies and rationalizes. “We need jobs!” it shouts. “The economy!” it insists. The strong part dominates and controls.
As with an individual, self-reflective parts exist within the human population that can see what is happening, but are powerless to stop it. These aware, sensitive parts feel the terrible emotional pain of what human civilization is doing to the Garden of Eden it's been given. Destroying its own home. Burning down the house it's lived in for 250,000 years and with the house the birds, bats, whales, bears, tigers, and every other living thing. The sensitive, aware parts of individual humans are are powerless to stop the destructive part. The sensitive, emotional, aware parts feel disgust and shame and anguish that the powerful, self-destructive part has taken over and cannot be stopped. This is the recipe for suicide.
For the individual, the negative voices of childhood internalize and attack from within with messages of unworthiness, failure, and incompetence. The emotions of shame and disgust assemble with the negative voices and overwhelm the weak and insignificant voices. The emotional pain outweighs the pitiful attempts to survive, to go on for one more day, to live in the hope of getting better. Ultimately, like the young woman in the upstairs room, the emotional pain becomes too much to bear. She calls the police, puts the shotgun in her mouth, and pulls the trigger.
As a species, we humans are no different from the woman in the upstairs room. One of our parts is bent on destruction, poisoning the environment with toxic chemicals ever since DDT was first used during WW II. Before that humans had been poisoning the air with smoke from coal burning and later from factories and cars. In a logarithmically increasing process insecticides, pesticides, plastics, pharmaceuticals, weed killers and other toxic chemicals poured out of the chemical company's laboratories. Soon radioactivity joined the deadly mix. Oxides of nitrogen, carbon dioxide, and methane spewed into the air. The planet began to warm. Like an addict shooting heroin, the destructive part could not stop producing and using its drug of choice. The destructive part of civilization's “personality” was joined by banking and business and insurance and government and could not be stopped.
The sensitive part, the aware part, was overwhelmed. It was powerless to stop the addicted part. Human life had become unmanageable. The aware part knew at some deep level that it did not have to be this way, that it had not always been this way. The aware part—let's call it humanity's soul—had some awareness that the indigenous people had lived in peaceful harmony with the natural world here in America and on many other continents for eons before the addicted part took over. Somewhere the addicted part also knew that it didn't have to be this way, but it was too committed to its addictive way of life. Somewhere even the addicted part felt shame and disgust at what it had done to the Garden of Eden humanity had been given. The natural world was destroyed. The needle was too far in the vein. The only course of action for the addicted part was to continue, to increase the dose of poison, to suicide. Civilization's thinking was damaged. Denial took over. The reality of civilization's “slow suicide” was replaced with fake news. The addicted part denied that the planet was warming or that the arctic and antarctic ice was melting. The addicted part denied that the oceans were rising or that hurricanes were worsening and temperatures were rising.
Disgust and shame and worthlessness increased. Without a connection to the environment they'd evolved in, loneliness consumed civilization and people felt empty. Religion failed to provide relief or to change the trajectory toward self-induced annihilation. At last the people turned to the suicide masters. They elected officials who would accelerate the process. The aware part could no longer tolerate the pain of shame and disgust and anguish. Suicide seemed the only option, the only way to end the pain.
And so, like the woman in the upstairs room, civilization stuck the shotgun in its mouth, put its toes on the trigger, and blew its head off.
Copyright, 2017 by John Omaha All Rights Reserved
Suicide Civilization
by John Omaha
Once I was called to psychically “clean” a house and the upstairs room where a woman, a young heroin addict, had suicided. The repairmen had already been there and covered the hole the shotgun blast had made. The blood was gone. I remember finding a pellet embedded in a ceiling beam on the first floor. Working as a psychic and shaman, I “found” two “parts” that had been left behind by the woman's sudden obliteration of her awareness. One was a terrified child part, confused, lost, and hiding in a closet in the bedroom. The other was a contemporary part, very sad, very lonely, standing by the window looking out over the backyard and feeling unworthy to participate in the life outside.
Like the depressed woman who suicided, Humanity is committing suicide right now, and the shotgun blast of our self-murder is not just blowing our own head off. It is obliterating other species and the home in which humanity has lived for eons.
It seems ironic that humanity, which considers itself the apex of evolution, is the only species that suicides. (Whales beaching does not appear to constitute suicide. Marine biologists believe that injury or illness causes whales to beach. They may also be injured by sonar and underwater man-made explosions.)
The dinosaurs did not suicide. They also did not poison themselves with toxic chemicals, did not contaminate the air so that it produced cancers, did not warm the planet until life was impossible. It took a random event, an asteroid crashing into what is now the Gulf of Mexico to kill off the dinosaurs. Elephants, whales, porpoises. They do not suicide, and they did not murder their own species or obliterate the environment in which they lived. Only human beings are capable of that.
What is motivating our species to destroy itself? What is motivating our suicide. You have to agree we're suiciding. We've turned on the gas in the stove and stuck our head in it and are breathing deeply. We've run a hose from the exhaust pipe into the car where we're seated, and we've started the engine, and we're filling our lungs with the poisonous gas. Get this over with we seem to be saying.
Like an individual human being who has parts in his or her personality, our civilization has parts. Like an individual, some of the parts are stronger than others. Our species has a particularly strong part that says, “Poison! Warm the planet. Melt the ice. Contaminate the water.” The strong part justifies and rationalizes. “We need jobs!” it shouts. “The economy!” it insists. The strong part dominates and controls.
As with an individual, self-reflective parts exist within the human population that can see what is happening, but are powerless to stop it. These aware, sensitive parts feel the terrible emotional pain of what human civilization is doing to the Garden of Eden it's been given. Destroying its own home. Burning down the house it's lived in for 250,000 years and with the house the birds, bats, whales, bears, tigers, and every other living thing. The sensitive, aware parts of individual humans are are powerless to stop the destructive part. The sensitive, emotional, aware parts feel disgust and shame and anguish that the powerful, self-destructive part has taken over and cannot be stopped. This is the recipe for suicide.
For the individual, the negative voices of childhood internalize and attack from within with messages of unworthiness, failure, and incompetence. The emotions of shame and disgust assemble with the negative voices and overwhelm the weak and insignificant voices. The emotional pain outweighs the pitiful attempts to survive, to go on for one more day, to live in the hope of getting better. Ultimately, like the young woman in the upstairs room, the emotional pain becomes too much to bear. She calls the police, puts the shotgun in her mouth, and pulls the trigger.
As a species, we humans are no different from the woman in the upstairs room. One of our parts is bent on destruction, poisoning the environment with toxic chemicals ever since DDT was first used during WW II. Before that humans had been poisoning the air with smoke from coal burning and later from factories and cars. In a logarithmically increasing process insecticides, pesticides, plastics, pharmaceuticals, weed killers and other toxic chemicals poured out of the chemical company's laboratories. Soon radioactivity joined the deadly mix. Oxides of nitrogen, carbon dioxide, and methane spewed into the air. The planet began to warm. Like an addict shooting heroin, the destructive part could not stop producing and using its drug of choice. The destructive part of civilization's “personality” was joined by banking and business and insurance and government and could not be stopped.
The sensitive part, the aware part, was overwhelmed. It was powerless to stop the addicted part. Human life had become unmanageable. The aware part knew at some deep level that it did not have to be this way, that it had not always been this way. The aware part—let's call it humanity's soul—had some awareness that the indigenous people had lived in peaceful harmony with the natural world here in America and on many other continents for eons before the addicted part took over. Somewhere the addicted part also knew that it didn't have to be this way, but it was too committed to its addictive way of life. Somewhere even the addicted part felt shame and disgust at what it had done to the Garden of Eden humanity had been given. The natural world was destroyed. The needle was too far in the vein. The only course of action for the addicted part was to continue, to increase the dose of poison, to suicide. Civilization's thinking was damaged. Denial took over. The reality of civilization's “slow suicide” was replaced with fake news. The addicted part denied that the planet was warming or that the arctic and antarctic ice was melting. The addicted part denied that the oceans were rising or that hurricanes were worsening and temperatures were rising.
Disgust and shame and worthlessness increased. Without a connection to the environment they'd evolved in, loneliness consumed civilization and people felt empty. Religion failed to provide relief or to change the trajectory toward self-induced annihilation. At last the people turned to the suicide masters. They elected officials who would accelerate the process. The aware part could no longer tolerate the pain of shame and disgust and anguish. Suicide seemed the only option, the only way to end the pain.
And so, like the woman in the upstairs room, civilization stuck the shotgun in its mouth, put its toes on the trigger, and blew its head off.
Copyright, 2017 by John Omaha All Rights Reserved