I grew up in the UK. In a time where the entire world always seemed to fighting. In my home town we had to deal with the IRA; with a very militant Green Peace and, because we had two nuclear power stations in the area and our main industry was the building of nuclear submarines, my town was on the Cold War strike list. Those Big Red Buttons – one in the USA and one in Russia – could fire armed warheads straight at my town if the people who ran those countries decided to have a hissy fit. At 17 years old, I had to take a course so that I could recognise letter bombs because I was working in a lawyers office and it wasn’t a far stretch of the imagination that we would receive such a thing – and I opened the mail. It sometimes happened that I’d go into the town and find the chalked outlines of people lying on the street as if they had been killed. It was just a demonstration, but it was a powerful one. This was life. At least nobody in my home town were being shot at.
Media were very vigilant in their reporting of every act of warfare, torture, famine, racial riots. Fake news wasn’t needed – there was plenty of drama to build fear without that.
For me, that eventually brought me to a point where, in my mid 20’s, I couldn’t handle the Energy of it any more and I had my first mental breakdown. I had an amazing doctor, one who listened when I said I couldn’t be hospitalised because I had a baby to look after. Instead he gave me his lunch hours and let me talk; gave me coping tools. I learned how to cope with life. I did it by burying my head in the sand and refusing to watch the world. I have refused to watch the world for 40 years. Until this year.
Now I watch our young people also being forced to live through trauma. But this is trauma of such a different kind. In my day you knew the direction that death was likely to come from. You lived it. It was ‘normal’ and you just got on with life. You played out with your friends, you went to school, you got into trouble, you left school at 15 and went straight into your first job….. You lived life with that shadow hanging over you. You and every other person you knew and you were able to deal with it because you were in the same boat as everyone else. You were together in a situation that you had no way to control. You were TOGETHER.
Our kids though? They have that shadow hanging over them but for them the direction the fear is coming from is far less solid. The fear and anger and trauma of my young life damaged me. I’ve struggled emotionally all my life – rolling from one drama to the next, usually in tears – and I wasn’t isolated behind a mask. I wasn’t separated from everyone else by 6ft. I wasn’t taught to fear everyone. How are our children going to cope with the trauma of the isolation and separation they are having to face right now?
I watch the news nowadays. It’s been a baptism of fire after 40 years of not watching any form of news. I think this avoidance has given me an unique view of what is happening. I’m observing but I’m not caught up in the fervour. I see the politicising of what is basically a bad strain of the flu. I cannot think of it as anything other. I am a survivor of Bird Flu. I was probably one of the first people in Australia to get the Bird Flu – it was in 2004, a year before that pandemic was fully felt and there was no restrictions put upon me. It took me about 6 months to get to the point where I wasn’t coughing my guts up at the slightest exertion. It has the same symptoms as Covid-19; it’s passed on in the same way – through air-borne droplets from coughs and sneezes. And it carried a 68% mortality rate. Only 32 people out of every 100 that caught Bird Flu lived to tell the tale. This is the event that resulted in the guidelines being written for dealing with a pandemic – those very ones that governments around the world are ignoring or twisting to their own point of view. The ones that say we don’t need to wear masks, or quarantine, or close down borders or totally trash the economic balance of the world.
But the point of all this rambling is our children. How are they being helped through these times. I watch the news. Remember, it’s something that is new to me. I see adults who are angry. I see adults who are fearful. I see adults yelling for this or that or the other. I see adults killing each other. I see adults accusing other adults of the most heinous acts of depravity. I see adults exerting power over the lives of others. I see this as videos on social media – where the kids could also potentially see them. I see adults complaining that they are only allowed out for one hour of exercise. I see adults complaining that they can’t go for a drive if they want to, that they can’t go to the beach, or to the pub, or to work, or that they have lost their work. I see adults talking about themselves and other adults.
I see news-readers bravely telling us of the politicians and others with self-inflated egos using the fear that has been generated to bolster their own agendas. Here in Australia we wobble on the edge of dictatorship, where we are not allowed to leave the country or travel interstate; where a pregnant mum can be arrested in front of her children for posting on Facebook that she would like to see a peaceful demonstration. Where a young lady is not allowed to go to her father’s funeral or comfort her 11 year old sister.
But tell me – where are the adults who are advocating in the public media for the children? I know they must be there, working for the children, but their voice is drowned out by the adults talking about adults. The education department in my state have put out guidelines to teachers. I volunteer at my local school and I see first-hand how our teachers are doing an amazing job, they are doing their best to help the kids – but they are not mental-health professionals. There should be a huge blast of very visible resources for helping our children.
I don’t see a focus on the care of our children on the news programmes I watch. Maybe I’m watching the wrong ones. Our children are hidden behind the fear of the adults. They are being poisoned by the fear and anger of adults. They are being poisoned by their imprisonment and separation caused by the adult fear of something that kills a very small percentage of people. To save one life, we damage thousands.
Eventually these children are going to have to take on the reins of government, of corporate venture. They are going to be the ones who will guide us into the future of humanity and we are damaging them. We are causing untold trauma to our young people, and like me, when I was younger, most of them will have no way to express it. They probably don’t even recognise the damage. I know I didn’t. It becomes normalised, and it’s frightening to think that our children will think it normal to remain separate to others, to fear others. Our children being isolated from other children is not a future I want to envisage – but I can’t help but see it. It took me until I reached my 60’s to fully understand and work my way through the fears of my childhood.
We keep saying that we’re working for a better future. But we focus on the wrong things. I see people becoming angry and fearful about the illusions spread by cultish groups, fears, for example, of children being taken by those using Blackmagic; being tortured for some enzyme that supposedly can extend life; being kidnapped, raped in unbelievable numbers. I’m not saying that children are not being kidnapped and abused, what I am saying is are you protecting your own children – or are they being exposed this? I know that such a thing would have terrified me as a child if I’d happened to overhear my parents talking of such things.
Our children, and their children and their children’s children ARE our future. And we don’t even recognise how much we are hurting them, damaging them mentally, emotionally and socially with our adult fears and our anger. Is it really surprising that suicide rates in young people is rising?
I know of a people who don’t only consider their children’s welfare – or their children’s children even – every decision, every interaction considers, as a priority, the welfare of the children of these people to the 7th generation.
Why, when it is so clear to see that THIS, our children to the 7th generation, is the future of humanity; why can’t we make that same consideration? We’ve been focused on NOW for too long. Focusing on Now isn’t necessarily wrong, but we need to make sure that the Now we focus on is from the perspective of how it will affect the next 7 generations – 200 years.
What is our future going to look like in 200 years down this current timeline? When that 7th generation are coming into their power. What are future historians going to say about this point in history? Those future historians are your children’s children.
YOU are your children’s ancestor. YOU are creating the world they will be living in.
Please, think about what are you creating?
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