Today about half of the world’s population still remember the Arms Race. That number is going down every year. The way our education system is going, pretty soon people will think it was some sort of weird competition involving walking on your hands.
Sorry to be the buzz-kill but the Arms Race was one of the scariest times of human history. At the peak the USSR and USA possessed enough bombs to scorch the earth 32 times. Say it with me, THIRTY TWO TIMES! That’s bombing ourselves Hiroshima style or better every day for a whole month and still have ammos left at the end. Every inch of the earth would be crispy and every form of life would be extra extra extra extra well-done if you talk steak terms.
The history books will tell you president Reagan and his counterpart at the Kremlin finally came to their senses and stopped the race toward mutual destruction. I will tell you a small camera stopped it.
To make sure the nuclear bombs fell far away from themselves the brainy people in white overcoats designed powerful rockets. One day some of them thought it would be a good idea to try to go to the moon. Especially since they don’t like the idea of becoming crispy steaks here on Earth.
When they got to the Moon someone remembered to take a selfie for Earth. Naturally with all selfies the Moon got in the way in the foreground and obscured the shot. The now famous photograph is called “Earthrise”. No one had any idea of the impact it would have on our world.
When the photograph is published it made the religious fanatics and flat earth theorists lose many nights of sleep, but it made the rest of the humanity pause. Collectively, we all paused. From Tokyo to London; from Shanghai to New York; from Moscow to Washington; From Calcutta to Melbourn… we paused and did something we have not done in a very long time. We opened our hearts, just a little, because we still have memories of hurting. But through that tiny sliver of opening the brilliance of the universal intelligence came in, and camped out. The light tells us we are one, we are one, we are one.
Through music like “Imagine” and “Give Peace a Chance” the People rose up and told each other we are made of Love not Hate; We are made of Courage not Fear; We are made of Flesh not Metals;
To say water is weak is to admit you’ve never heard of the Grand Canyon. We are all drops of water. Individually we are easily pushed around and evaporated, but when we collect into pools and flow like great rivers and join the ocean we are all Powerful Badasses. We can move mountains and crack continents.
Paradigm shift is what we needed to mobilize. Thanks to a tiny camera click from the Moon, millions of Badasses took to the streets and turned this Titanic around and saved humanity. Tell our children our story. Teach them to open their hearts. Remind them to never underestimate the power of connecting to the universe. This is the true story of how we earned our stay on planet Earth.
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