How deep the holy passion for Life?

In the summer of '69, in Nepal, I encountered a certain self-realized sadhu baba. His way of communicating definitely went beyond words, but I do remember him saying to a group of young foreign (western) people, "you don't know how to eat, sleep, piss, shit, or make love". He probably hoped he could make a difference. Well, we all hoped things would turn out different. But, here we are, here now, in a world with a couple added billions, still lacking basic consciousness and exemplifying rapid de-evolution toward some spectacular cataclysm or a soon-come mental zero-point. 
Each day I seem to have less and less to say, except in these intimate conversations with the beloved. Sure, we could put extra time and attention on the latest manifestations of humanoid insanity, or the shifting theaters in the war on consciousness, or the sorry state of what passes for 'alternative journalism' and 'activism for change'. But we really don't have the luxury any more. 

In this moment in time, this space of our mortal lives, we primarily inhabit what's called "the cancer bubble". If you haven't been 'in it', you could never grasp the overwhelmingly intense multidimensional states of consciousness that bubble encompasses. Sure, there are these little doorways to what's outside the bubble, which we venture through for a time each day, but we inevitably return out of necessity to this bubble, which we are continuously co-creating. No, it is not necessarily some 'dark', worrisome, fearful place either. It is a sphere of profound love, nourishment, compassion, transformation, creativity, crucial meditations, emotional freedom, and movement on all levels. It is fully alive truth. It can only evoke gratitude. 

I should mention that one soon becomes acutely aware of the many "cancer bubbles" out there, and there is surely support, which often appears in the most unlikely places and forms. One has to steel oneself and loved ones from the onslaught of the mental and pharmaceutical poisonous memes of fear, derision, and infantile arrogance of those in "power", with their million$ and steel-and-concrete monstrosities of clinical scientific delusion. I'm talkin' some ultimate tests of courage and spiritual perseverance here. And I'm also talkin' absolute depth of evil underneath the smiley, 'helpful' facade propped up by the deluded mis-educated minions in the 'health-provider' industrial complex. 
On the other hand, there are the alternatives. These are ways requiring a deep personal research and resourcefulness, and decisions made based on a deep trust in one's own discernment and the particular medicine way. That's all I feel to say for now. It's a big subject. 

I will say, on the other hand, that I'm looking forward to the period of time, before, during, and after April 15-22. [15th is the full-moon eclipse, and 22nd is the exactitude of the grand cross.] I do know how similar configurations worked out previously, because I was around for them. But this is orders of magnitude of intensity above anything previous. No one really knows how it will play out. There's just so much shit that needs to end immediately if not sooner, and it's hard to imagine being any closer to the edge of the cliff. Ordinary humans don't have the will to get it together to end the illusory separation imposed by the archontic forces, through war, nationalism, racism, speciesism, patriarchalism, religionism, useless political ideologies - all of which is rampant and completely denied. Everything is upside-down and racing in the opposite direction of the Real. It feels like maybe we ARE at zero-point. I haven't felt quite this way since I headed off to India to die in '68. But, WTF, it's a good day to die. [Breaking news: death ain't real.] I mean, really, are we here because we're supposed to spend our lives signing petitions to try to stop amerikan towns from having wildlife-killing-contests-for-kids [coyotes, prairie dogs, squirrels, bears, now crows], or to make the pope and queen disband their institutional pedophilic child-sacrifice empires? (Yes, of course 'merkins teach kids that wildlife are nothing more than targets, and yes, the real important VIPs have been ritually slaughtering kids for centuries - that's what planet this is, thanks to the archontic intrusion.) 

Oh well, I can't help but share this heart-warming story of US's largest family-owned mink farm, which barely escaped destruction by the ALF recently. The owner (female) had this to say: "there's a sickening feeling of having [your] personal space violated"! (From the article) It seems "her family and the ecoterrorists have completely different ideas about the natural order of the world. Her world view is Biblically established [sic], with humans having dominion over the earth and its creatures." But she does have one thing to say to those awful ecoterrorists: "I'd tell them that Jesus loves you." 
Sometimes you just have to be grateful for humor and irony. Yet one more reminder that you really can't fix 'it'.

Really, I have nothing to say, and I only started to put this post up for one reason, which is to show what the level of passion is that keeps me here on Mother Earth, excruciatingly beautiful and tragic - especially if you look up the story on the artist - but have a listen to Camaron de la Isla. CAN YOU HANDLE IT? I can, but only barely.