Card Sessions: Circles of Concrescence
In a network, 8bn unique human efforts, coordinated via networks, seven generations to come.
In case you meet people and they are trying to discourage your efforts, your efforts in service to a future for humanity, seven generations to come (however size and nature of your individual, unique contribution) remember this:
- one trillion trees
- one million villages
- one thousand eco-cities
- one hundred languages: relationships between humans
- one common future, seven generations to come
Embrace the deep, profound sense of relief, from knowing that we can do it. Together.
Human Becoming: Provision
In a network, in circles, circles of concern, influence, confluence, consilience and considered, considerate concrescence. of transition, a story told about a future event held in the individual hearts and collective intelligence by a group of story-weavers gathered around a campfire.
You’ve found some of the others and together, you’ve made a makeshift camp in the outskirt of the village.
“…along with the other animals, the stones, the trees, and the clouds, we ourselves are characters within a huge story that is visibly unfolding all around us, participants within the vast imagination, or Dreaming, of the world.”
— David Abram
Some of your stories are about what pieces of the puzzle, what parts of the predicament, what threads to rekindle and re-weave — is yours, individually and as a group, to bring to the whole.
“The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost; for none now live who remember it.”
— Galadriel, J.R.R. Tolkien
Other stories are all about what is needed in the village.
“Sometimes, you can actually bring home something that is food, food for the human community that we can sustain ourselves on and go forward.”
— Terence McKenna
A third theme, a third part of your stories, is how to best return to the village, what gear to bring, what gear to leave behind.
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin
Last but not least, a fourth thread running through some of your stories, is how to best provide for your group, to strike a dynamic living balance, between the needs of the few and the needs of the many.
“Intelligence is quickness to apprehend as distinct from ability, which is capacity to act wisely on the thing apprehended.”
— Alfred North Whitehead
There’s a fifth theme, not always visible, hidden in plain sight, now and then a glimpse — a golden thread.
“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere — on water and land.” — Walt Whitman
Here, there and everywhere, people are waking up, gathering at makeshift camps, making provisions, crafting new gear, weaving new stories.
The world is changing. We feel it in the water. We listen to Gaia and her songs. We sense a newfound vibrancy in the air. Much that once was is rekindled; for some now live who remember it.
Do humans dream of Gaian sheep?
Questions
If we look at nature, what do we see?
“The lessons of nature: all living systems self-organize and maintain themselves by the same biological principles which we can identify and abstract. We can create these models of nature in different ways, but I believe they will all reveal this kind of picture. Among those principles are the empowered participation of all the parts and the continued negotiation of self-interest at all levels of organization. Now, think of this as a syllogism. If those two things are true and humanity constitutes a living system within the larger living system of Earth, then essential to the health of humanity is the empowered participation of all humans and the negotiated self-interest among individual, local, and global economies as well as the Earth itself. If we learn about living systems it will be much easier for us to behave like a living system.”
— Elisabet Sahtouris
Whereto, our dreams?
