One of the subjects I spoke about recently at a conference was the realisation that a change in the system, a redirection of the paradigm, would not come from the top. It would not be politicians, it would not be lawyers and it would not be Professors in white coats that changed the health system, the food system, the financial debt-based system or the destruction of the environment.
It would start as a ground swell. It would start from the people riding in the saddle. And it would almost certainly be started and lead by a group of passionate women.
Why women? Well the research is clear.
If a group of men and women are standing on a train station and someone falls on the tracks in front of an oncoming train, it will almost certainly be a man who jumps onto the tracks to save them.
If a committee needs to be formed to prevent further destruction of children's lives by excessive use of cancer causing chemicals, it will almost certainly be a woman who drives it.
However, if there is no man on the train station, a woman will definitely do it and if there is no woman to set up the group, then a man will do it.
We are hard wired in different ways. If no one has noticed that about men and women yet, you must be from another planet,
That's why it will be a group of passionate women who will lead the paradigm change.
They will lead the:
-back to the earth movement
-rejection of chemicals movement
-grow your own food movement
-I'm open to vaccines if they are safe but I don't want my child to have 100 of them before they turn 5 movement
-be a caretaker not parasite movement
-don't keep printing money and turning us all into debt-slaves movement
-teach my children real world skills movement
The US has now reached the 19 trillion dollar debt mark (that's if promised future social welfare commitments are not counted).
Something needs to change.
Just another good reason to dig up some of that front lawn, plant some vegetables, adopt a few chickens and talk to our neighbours about bartering.
The time will soon be here when my grandchild will long for the cry of a loon, the flash of a salmon, the whisper of spruce needles, or the screech of an eagle.
But he will not make friends with any of these creatures and when his heart aches with longing, he will curse me.
Have I done all to keep the air fresh?
Have I cared enough about the water?
Have I left the eagle to soar in freedom?
Have I done everything I could to earn my grandchild's fondness?
- Chief Dan George, Tsleil-Waututh