Fixing the Problems of Our World
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12. Our local star is a brimming field of nuclear and meta-nuclear energy, bursting into the cosmos, overendowing Mercury and Venus with its wealth. A few small flags in this Third Orbit capture quanta of solar wind and here and there photosynthesize local molecules, fashioning a garden favorable to life.
Electrons flow through gates that are open to do miraculous things. Vide vegetation and its intricate blossoms. These are unfolding of themselves out of chlorophyll lattices and light, without human agency.
In one day the Sun provides more than enough energy to run the entire civilization for its duration, with negligible contamination. We don’t yet understand how to sip this river of light. Quite obviously we don’t. It rushes out into the Galaxy in torrents of pure nutrition, an unadulterated form of the thing we are.
The interior lei lines and batteries of the Earth—as well as its huge electromagnetic core—feed the old megaliths with a vast current that we neglect because we have no terms or measures for it. We do not see it; we do not feel it; we run flimsy devices right next to ancient machines that are still operating, but for which we have lost the manual and cannot read the stones.
Let a starship of extraterrestrials arrive in Earth orbit and scan the local terrain. They will not long overlook that there are fueling stations everywhere. The planet itself is a cornucopia, while its inhabitants fight and starve. The visitors leave with “full tanks” but sorrow, as “ignorant armies clash by night.”**
The possibilities of light and gravity are boundless. Energy is moving through the jetstream six miles up continuously at 250, 300 MPH. Loops of rotating kites on helium balloons attached through carbon nanotubes to turntables and generators on the ground could transmit energy along aluminum or copper cables. Drawing on these monstrous winds could provide power for civilization across this entire planet and still leave 99% of it free to dance and dissipate through the sky.
In a single tide the equivalent of thousands of Katrinas roll down the Bay of Fundy, providing potential electricity and fuel for all of North America and Europe. Niagara’s daily gradient fritters the equivalent of Asian civilization, by heat, evaporation, gravity, and friction. Check out the many bays, lagoons, and cataracts on this planet, large and small, fractally imbedded in one another. For that matter, every puddle and icicle is a battery. You don’t have to move supertankers of oil to drive a civilization.
We must build true power plants and open actual energy gates.
Our minds are even more powerful than the Sun, and we certainly don’t know how to use them.
There is unlimited untapped power in the world already, but we are addicted to only its crudest, most concrete forms. We are not even trying to hone our most basic skills, our birthright as creatures graced with auras and luminous mindedness.
We are as oblivious of real energy, as we are of the meaning of the night sky.
Move consciously like a chi-gung master. Transport the invisible ball of cosmic energy. Squeeze it, sip it, pump it, play with it, bathe yourself in it—paws like a cat. Let it splash all over. Splash it onto everyone else. There is so much extra that we can be generous and lose nothing.
**Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) “Dover Beach”: credit him also with these lines that could serve as the epitaph for modern man and woman: “Wandering between two worlds, one dead,/the other powerless to be born.”Page 8 of 12 pages « First < 6 7 8 9 10 > Last » - Full Article
