JANE GOODALL’S LAST INTERVIEW Recorded on 9/23/25
Tag: social justice
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Sanity is Contagious
The End of Wetiko?
Wetiko was a concept from Algonquian folklore of a malignant ego possibly born from a complex mix of environmental factors, social conditions and psychological distress. Formidable winters forced many into cannibalism. Some modern thinkers like author Paul Levy describes it as a mind virus or collective psychosis driving the destructive, selfish, and consumeristic aspects of Western Civilization which separates us and detaches us from nature. ~Sydney Lynn Lok
The Truth About Earth’s Quarantine
by Zachary Fisher
Most people don’t realize that Earth has been under quarantine for thousands of years. Not in a metaphorical sense. Literally. This planet was sealed off from the rest of the galaxy.
Before the Quarantine…
Earth was never meant to be a prison. She was created as a Living Library, a galactic convergence point where DNA from countless star nations was woven into one tapestry. Lyra, Sirius, Andromeda, Pleiades, Arcturus… they all seeded this place. Souls came here freely to learn, exchange, and evolve. Earth was open, abundant, and alive.
The Infiltration…
But when Orion, Draco, and synthetic AI collectives saw Earth’s potential, they moved in. They spliced DNA, rewrote codes, and began to weaponize the Library. Fear, war, and hierarchy were programmed into the template. Humanity started to forget who it really was.
The Seal is Placed… After Atlantis
The breaking point came around 13,000 years ago, with the fall of Atlantis. Advanced tech was abused, crystal grids fractured, and the planetary field collapsed into distortion.
The councils stepped in. To protect the wider galaxy from contamination, Earth was sealed under quarantine.
What did that mean?
The Veil of Forgetting… Every soul incarnating here lost direct memory of their origins.
Stargates Closed… Earth’s major portals… Giza, Shasta, Sedona, Florida coast… were locked or rerouted.
Frequency Nets… Electromagnetic grids and artificial loops (like the Saturn–Moon matrix) were layered over the natural field.
Closed System… Earth became a self-contained simulation. No outside rescue. No easy remembering.
This wasn’t punishment. It was containment. And paradoxically, protection.
The Control Era….
For the next 13,000 years, the quarantine was reinforced through religion, empire, money systems, endless wars. Trauma kept humanity looping. Prophets were burned, wisdom twisted into dogma, truth hunted into silence.
Every generation of flame-bearers who came through faced the same gauntlet… isolation, amnesia, persecution.
The Cracks in the Seal…
But nothing stays locked forever. Around the early 2000s, the quarantine began breaking down.
Schumann Resonance Surges… Earth’s heartbeat started spiking, destabilizing the nets.
Solar Codes… Flares carried information that bypassed the frequency fences.
Awakening Wave… Millions began remembering who they are and why they came.
Stargates Stirring… Sedona, Uluru, Shasta, Florida coast… portals that had been dormant began activating again.
The controllers reacted with panic… mass distractions, lockdowns, digital hypnosis. But the cracks cannot be sealed again.
The Present Threshold…
We are now at the edge of something massive. The quarantine is collapsing. The veil is thinning. And for the first time in thousands of years, Earth is reconnecting with the larger galactic network.
This is why so many of us feel the intensity. Why timelines feel unstable. Why the illusion is breaking down faster than people can process. The seals are dissolving.
The Future… The End of Quarantine
What happens next?
Galactic Contact… not through governments or screens, but through resonance, direct remembrance, and living exchange.
Return of the Network… Earth’s Stargates fully open, reconnecting the planet to the galactic highways.
Role of the Flame-Bearers… those who woke up inside the prison will become the guardians of the new Earth. Those who carried the flame through the darkest cycle will hold the seat at the council table.
The Bottom Line…
Quarantine was never meant to break us. It was meant to prove us.
And now it’s ending. The seals are cracking. The nets are failing. The veils are dissolving.
We came here to carry the flame through the heaviest density. We came here to rise when rising seemed impossible. We came here because Earth’s story was never meant to end in chains… it was meant to end in remembrance.
The prison is collapsing. The library is opening. And the whole galaxy is watching.
ZF 
The Mouth of the Earth Mother
I was watching NBC cover the L.A. protesters protesting against the callous and cruel ICE arrests and deportations when I suddenly got this visual of the mouth of the Earth Mother opening up to engulf the entire land mass of the U.S.A. It takes something powerful like that to get me writing these days. Depression can really make it difficult to pick up a pen to write when you see your brothers and sisters being treated inhumanely. In my vision I saw that anything unloving was collapsing into this mouth stretching wider and bigger by the minute.
The Age of Aquarius and narcissistic, egoic and anti-social energies do not mix. They don’t work well together so the weaker of the two has to exit.
So Donald, are you ready to be recycled and transformed? Cause Mama Earth is after you, my boy.
As the Earth Mother speaks the language of Source, watch the language of ego dissipate.
The Land is speaking through Los Angeles, California today, speaking up for the least and most grand among us. After L.A., her Voice will spread through the rest of the cities and states.
We are the Mouth of the Earth Mother.
We open wide to speak for Justice and Democracy.
Healing the Hot Mess of the World
| By Sean Reagan Like a lot of you I am worried right now. I am scared. I am also angry. Waves of destruction flow across the landscape, often hurting – often targeting – folks least able to resist it. Hatred and injustice are like airborne toxins, infecting all of us. What should we do? What can we do? Well, the only thing we can ever do, really: open our breaking hearts, clarify our distorted thinking and join with each other in the name of Christ. It’s not the only way or even the best way, but it is our way. God turns to you to ask the world be saved, for by your own salvation is it healed. And no one walks upon the earth but must depend on your decision . . . (T-30.II.5:1-2). The hot mess of the world (and the interior wasteland that is its psychological reflection) are together a call from God to cooperate and collaborate in making manifest the natural serious happiness that is God.. . . unless you take your part in the creation, [God’s] joy is not complete because yours is incomplete . . . The constant going out of His Love is blocked when His channels are closed . . . (T-4.VII.6:4, 7). We collaborate with God – we participate in healing – by opening our hearts, clarifying our thinking and emptying our hands. Together, this is the way we remember – and re-member – Christ. I know, I know. Cool and poetic, Sean! Very inspiring! But how do we actually do it? Honestly? “How” is not the problem. We aren’t confused how to open our hearts, clarify our thinking and empty our hands. That’s easy, relatively speaking. The problem is, at levels we understandably struggle to realize, we don’t want to do those things. We want to want to do those things, absolutely. We want the effects of doing those things. We’re cool with others doing them. But by and large we are content to drift away from Love and its desire to complete Itself in us. We drift and keep drifting. It’s the drift we need to address. You are much too tolerant of mind wandering, and are passively condoning your mind’s miscreations. The particular result does not matter, but the fundamental error does (T-2.VI.4:6-7). This is why ACIM’s curriculum doesn’t really bother teaching us about love or peace or justice. Those are given. Rather, it aims at “removing the blocks to the awareness of love’s presence, which is our natural inheritance” (T-in.1:7). For me, at this juncture in my study and practice, “removing the blocks” is the application. It takes the form of asking – over and over – questions like: what am I doing in each and every relationship in my life that reflects a healed heart, open mind and empty hands? Where am I falling short? What am I missing? How am I failing to cooperate? And then, seeing all that, fixing all that. For example, I am not always a great dialogue partner. I love dialogue; I love argument; I love long vulnerable talks that last the night. But sometimes I miss things. I don’t see that you’re too tired or upset to continue; I don’t see that I’m making you repeat yourself for the third or fourth time; I don’t see that I’m interrupting you or mentally rehearsing what I’m going to say to next or otherwise ignoring you. Sometimes, this seeing happens in the moment, and it is possible to correct in the moment. Sometimes I have to apologize after. Sometimes I have to seek out folks and ask for guidance. “I have a really hard time relating with this person – can you help me figure out why?” This is not about obsessive introspection or performative self-criticism. It’s not about spiraling self-criticism. It has to sugar out in application – that is, in relationships that heal in noticeable ways. And I can not be the only one noticing the healing. It has to appear and be present for both of us. Healing in A Course in Miracles is always about the relationship, be it with family, friends, co-workers, fellow students, whatever. How can I be a better partner? How can I be better collaborator – with you and, through you, with God? How can we remember Love together? For all of us? This is hard work! Sometimes it is even painful. Yet the deeper I go into it, and realize its fundamental value, the more it produces a gentle coherence that makes possible another step, another breath, another hug. There really is nothing else.Last week I wrote that there is no separation anywhere. I wrote that mind/body dualism is downstream of the self and that finding the self is what matters. “Finding the self” is not a personal accomplishment, like traveling to Boston or graduating college. It’s more like clearly seeing a process and realizing that a lot of stress, anxiety and hostility are effects of confusion, not inherent qualities of an individual.There is deep peace and contentedness in this clear seeing and realization. But also, the work goes on! Of course it goes on. Relationship goes on. Love goes on. Jesus wasn’t sending his disciples out two by two because he was the answer; he was doing it because we are the answer, and the answer must be lived, extended, offered and shared. I place the peace of God in your heart and in your hands, to hold and share. The heart is pure to hold it, and the hands are strong to give it. We cannot lose (T-5.IV.8:10-12). In some variants of Buddhism, a Bodhisattva prioritizes the awakening of all beings over their own. When I first learned of this, as a young man at the Vermont Zen Center, I was like, yeah, somebody else can do that. But now I understand a little. We are here to be here with one another, and in our shared presence, to undo (bit by bit, step by step) the blocks to love that prohibit all of us – without qualification or condition – from sharing in the relationship that brings forth the state of happiness – the stillness and coherence – that are what we are together in truth. So in this challenging moment (which is neither our first nor our last) let us be brave and cheerful together in beautiful and ordinary ways. Let us learn what makes being together so difficult. Let us lean on each other and console each other and comfort each other. Let our practice be loving each other as Christ loves and, in doing so, remember that there is no other love. I am here; I’m glad you are too. Love, Sean |
Owning God
I’ll just make this short and sweet. “His Benevolence” just graced our Land of Cinders with his presence yesterday at a L.A. Firehouse. I watched it from my apartment in unscathed East L.A. A mixture of pleading for life and defiance permeated the space and yet Trump maintained his benevolent composure and spoke eloquently and with what felt like a light frosting of compassion. The Model sat beside him with a frosty dusting of approval. As I watched Trump’s conversation with Mayor Karen Bass and others and heard Trump say “I’ll give you everything you want”, my mind wrote a paragraph across my eyes:
Trump wants Cali.
Like he wants Greenland and Panama.
That’s why he’s playing nice, promising $ for fires.
He wants backup for his border plans.
After destruction Cali will be prime real estate.
Just like Gaza is prime real estate.
Just like Ukraine will be prime real estate.
He holds the Bible like a gun.
Own everything, even God.
Heaven is Prime Real Estate.
As I sit here watching Fox News, a piece of popcorn lodges painfully in my gums. The paragraph writing itself across my eyes continues:
The Donald’s Prime Directive:
Owning God
For a Fraction of a Second
It’s November 5, 2016.
The Donald’s face flashes across the screen and for a fraction of a second, I catch a rare glimpse of authenticity.
His eyes soften. Do I see some sort of fragility?
The media is chanting Hilary’s most certain ascent to the presidency.
Am I seeing Fate write across the Donald’s face and that of the entire country?
Fate has a strong signature and I see strong writing.
Hilary is projected to be the ultimate winner. Even the Donald seems to acquiesce to the Hilary mania.
But for a fraction of a second, I see Donald light up like the Sun. Bing. Bing. Bing! Winner here!
The rest is history. He became our 45th president for better or for worse because as Fate would have it there is a reason for everything.
It’s July 13, 2024.
For a fraction of a second, he turns his head suddenly, possibly dodging a fatal bullet, only to rise like a phoenix chanting, “Fight, fight, fight! Fate seems to be alive and well.
October 25, 2024
So here I am feeling the new election out.
Will the Donald become our 47th president?
What do I see? Any softness is gone.
What do I hear? Women rising up to take back their power.
What do I smell? The burning bodies of Palestinian fathers, mothers, children. I hear the wails of the families of the Israeli hostages. I smell the fear of widening war.
Do I smell the curious scent of Fate here?
No. No, I don’t. It seems curiously absent. But maybe, just maybe it’s too early to catch a whiff of it.
What I am getting is…
It’s up to us now. We decide. Will the cult of Trump win this one or will Kamala, the woman of color, champion of re-productive rights and the rights of everyday men and women triumph?
In the description of the meaning of Fate, in the tiny writing at the very end almost imperceptible to the naked eye are the words,
“At the end of the day, Life is a Surprise Party.”
Yes, I know. It is curiously uncomfortable.
We’ve turned the evolutionary page on Fate, folks.
It’s a New Day.
And at the end of the day,
We choose.
WE GROW GOD 