A message flickered on her screen, a note from another time, the meaning clear.
Susan, today you took a photo. Show the world, protect the golden shore, keep the sea’s blue. The cargo ship’s smoggy embrace is a trip for a ship of fools.
Remind them that ‘stuff’ is of little import when no hope of real food exists. Humans need water to live. Air must be fit to breathe.
No one individual has a firm grasp of the whole. You must operate as a community. Forget categories of countries, unite as one populace, one Earth. Profits and ‘things’ are temporary. Fascination with celebrities, fashion and other distractions may be a nice escape, but such errands are for fool’s gold, when our world is in need.
You may have noticed her distress as hurricanes, tsunamis, drought, flood, mega-fires, dis-ease. She may need your help, but it is us who will become extinct.
Your dreams can be a reality. Energy free and clean. Enough food, water and fresh air for the world. A permaculture ecosystem that functions perfectly. The knowledge, solutions are alive, but structures set up to ‘protect’ and control slow integration, obstruct solution implementation.
Doomsday theories are now fact. Humanity chose to not to see. Today we live in the dark. The surface too hot to endure. Only the strongest survive. It is not a life I wish to live twice. I must go now, the Earth is splitting apart from decades of being blown up. Get them to act while there’s still time, you have it, but just barely. Don’t put off until tomorrow, what can be done today. Tomorrow may never come.
I beseech you, younger me.
Susan had tried every way she knew, but The Message hadn’t got through. Only she remained. Those ‘up top’ had died or gone mad, or lay ill with no reprieve. It was just her, here in the dark. No one to ask for help, to love, to share her life.
She’d used up every idea in her brain…If only others survived. The fount of helplessness tears she’d subdued for years smothered her face. The want of crying had been overridden in the pursuit of trying. Trying when it’s too late.
If only we could go back, enhance our connections, cherish each other; living things. You’d think with all our ‘cleverness’ we’d have found a better way to live. I wish there was a rewind on Life. What if we’d chosen another way? ‘What ifs’ were as useless as ever. Action is what matters. Not taking it when we could have: It was the only thing she regretted.
Then she heard a beep of hope…
THANKS, I WILL DO MY BEST TO SPREAD THE WORD.