One of the things I enjoy most about this time of year is spotting The Signs Of Spring. There are the usual brave green shoots and the courageous snowdrops but the grassy hills around Otley are recovering from their bleached winter look to reveal a gentle patina of fresh green. Nearly all the Wharfedale pasture round here is occupied by sheep and any day now the fields will be littered with new-born lambs and I look for that deathless moment when one of them jumps up on all four feet. One of my favourite sights though is a straight line of mole-hills telling us that Mr Mole has got a whiff of a tantalising Mrs Mole and is digging a beeline towards her. Should be a mole-line.
The Christmas issue of Nexus magazine featured an article by Roger Taylor beginning with this summary: Various initiatives around the world are linking millions of people in meditation for peace and healing, tapping into the zero-point field and achieving measurable effects that can be understood in terms of quantum physics. I was clinging on by my fingernails for much of what he wrote but here are some bits I understood:
… if we construct our world from visual data alone, we will necessarily perceive it to consist of solid material objects, all apparently separate from each other. However, quantum physics has forced us to consider an alternative view: of the world as waves or fields.
A very large and well-planned experiment took place in 1993 in Washington DC…. The result shows that, as the number of meditators rose to reach eventually about 4,000, the violent crime figure dropped progressively by 23%.
Taylor calls for a fundamental shift in our mindset, in our stance: I feel that shamanism and … Gnosticism could play an increasing part in our future development. With the help of such methods, we could begin to reawaken the lost sense of truly belonging to the Earth rather than looking at it, as most do now, from a detached egoic and exploitative perspective. We might then see our world, Gaia, as many tribal peoples still do, as the Great Mother.
It’s been incredibly moving watching the scenes from Egypt. So many brave young people – men and women – standing firm against guns, tanks, and unbridled violence. And every one of them will be all too aware of what happened to protesters in Tianneman Square and more recently in Burma. It has reminded me of Victor Hugo’s words: There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world, and that is an idea whose time has come.
And as I write a few days later, joy is unconfined amid rumours of pro-democracy rallies emerging in Algeria and Kuwait, with the Bahrain rulers looking anxiously over their shoulders. It reminds me of the wonderful lines written by the nineteen year old WilliamWordsworth as he witnessed the French Revolution:
Bliss was it on that day to be alive,
But to be young was very heaven.