Gaia: The Diary of Climate Change

Episode 5: Murderers from another dimension

They did it again last night- symbolic violence that is supposed to be a message and an impact on my body. They stabbed a Police Officer in Rambouillet in the neck. Last October, they beheaded two people in Paris and Nice. I feel sick to my stomach — a heart-shattering sadness. I know what they are trying to say: be afraid, climate change must go on, we will not let Earth rise.

Who are they? A certain darkness that once controlled the Kabaa, has regained control of the House of God. They continue to behead, chop off hands, lash human beings in the name of Islam. This is the darkness Muhammad, Khadija and Ali fought. The roots of Islam are progressive. The darkness enjoys terror; it is terror.

The murderers say things in Arabic to leave an imprint on people that these murders are inspired by Islam, my religion. But I can see through the cracks. We live in a strange world of dreams and symbols. Just as the demolition of the Twin Towers, the burning of Notre Dame — these beheadings are symbolic and real. I must teach humanity to fight these acts of terror smarter, with more nuance and metaphysical strength. The response must be in part the tools we use — the field of quantum mechanics may offer solutions, and deep training in martial arts to keep our energy body impenetrable, reflexes sharp and nuanced. Being fast and hard is not always the answer.

In a way, we are all dreaming alone and together. Our physical existence is somewhere between these dreams. We are only in one place when we stop to ask “where am I?”

An FBI agent built a dream in my mind last fall, worried that Trump might win re-election, he asked me if I was from Jupiter. Maybe one part of me is in Jupiter, sometimes. We were in a bathroom with frosted glass separating us. He asked me if the father of my children was a boy-girl? I was scared that he might endanger my family. I began chanting the sura of God and unity, which usually pulled me out of these constraints:

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
قُلْ هُوَ اللَّهُ أَحَدٌ ١
اللَّهُ الصَّمَدُ ٢
لَمْ يَلِدْ وَلَمْ يُولَدْ ٣
وَلَمْ يَكُن لَّهُ كُفُوًا أَحَدٌ ٤

The Asuras are threatened by Islam and the cellular emotions transmitted by Islam: peace, fraternity, equality, compassion, mercy. My son is supposed to usher in these values in totality on Earth. I don’t see how. I am not teaching him Islam. I am not requiring him to be known as Kareem — his Islamic name. Instead, I call him Bashō. His first name is Sebastien, his second name is Gaugonjan. Yet, I have been seeing from his birth how compassion and mercy are his modus operandi. He is always reminding me to be kind. What’s interesting is that I have two sons. They were not expecting that I would have a second child. They tried so hard to have me eliminate my second pregnancy. At night they would chant: abort the pregnancy, abort the pregnancy, abort the pregnancy. I would wake up and say it’s my baby — no way, no way, no way. Despite losing my kidneys and my lower torso during pregnancy, I gave birth to another amazing little boy whose first name is Moon and second name — Alexander, defender of man. Maybe the two brothers will conjure a world of these values together. I think they have already started.

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Oh my love, my soul and my heart — even in the face of terror — I can only think of you. You gave me two sons but I remember promising to have a daughter with you. A daughter who is music and wisdom.