Tears for Fears

aThe future is now.

The future is now.

 

Or not. That is the question. First the context — Did you know the group’s name referred to primal scream therapy after John Lennon became Arthur Janov’s patient? Cool bit of trivia, eh. The idea is that neurosis is caused by repressed pain resulting from childhood trauma. Janov believes that when you dive into all that pain and release it you can become a non-neurotic.

I don’t know about your childhood pain, but even to become a super non-neurotic I wouldn’t go swim in that soup again. No way. No how. My point, however is other. Barack Obama makes me cry. I think I’m not the only one. I’ve seen many tears wherever he appears. It’s the weirdest thing. I have two really powerful feelings when I see our 44th president. One is to feel the thrill of seeing a friend you know well and dearly love, and the other is to be reduced  ever more rapidly to an emotional cry baby. 

I know we all connect Obama with hope. It’s one of the explanations for Obamamania. Our nation is in desperate need of hope. But we are a nation living in incredible angst. As a people, our fears are perhaps greater than ever.  We each have our own and we share some collective ones: poverty, global warming, loss of – fill in the blank here — home, job, life style….  

And then comes this man with the million dollar smile and all seems well again. The angst melts even quicker than the polar ice caps. We collectively crawl into his lap and he pats us all and we know all will be well in the world.

But wait! That means he’s like the dad and we’re like the kids. Yikes! I want to start this again. I want to say look at Obama as someone who never quit and never settled. He took on his passions and devoted himself heart and soul to them.

Mine, as you know is Gaia. It’s saving the rainforest. Saving the amazing healing plants of these ancient acres forever. It’s saving the ocean and preserving marine mammal life.

What’s yours? Isn’t that what Obama is really asking us all? Isn’t he really smiling sweetly and saying “people, I love you. Now get over yourselves and follow your passion. Every day. Forever.

These tears of mine. Maybe they’re an energetic exchange. Maybe I’m just trading in my fears for tears.

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