Had to listen, had no choice

Peter Gabriel's Solsbury Hill has been in my head quite often lately. Gabriel once said the song was about "...being prepared to lose what you have for what you might get, or what you are for what you might be."

This has been the essence of my life over the past four years. What do I want to be? Healed, free, vibrant. Wholly to be a fool while spring is in the world. What did I have? Fear (at times terror), isolation, confusion.

To paraphrase a Walt Whitman passage in Leaves of Grass: "Re-examine all you have been told, and dismiss whatever insults your soul."

Diabetes has swiftly spiraled into a massive epidemic in humans across the globe, and could eventually become, with no exaggeration intended, a catastrophe akin to the asteroid for dinosaurs. At the very least, it is currently on track to drastically reduce the lifespan of humankind, and the quality of that reduced lifespan will be greatly diminished. Genocide by diet. Courageously embarking on the journey needed to obtain healing, peace and prosperity may portray you as a heretic, a renegade all the way to your gate of triumph, your gate of justice. And I say to any man or woman, let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes. 

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill

I could see the city light

Wind was blowing, time stood still

Eagle flew out of the night

He was something to observe

Came in close, I heard a voice

Standing stretching every nerve

I had to listen, had no choice

I did not believe the information

Just had to trust imagination

My heart going boom, boom, boom

"Son," he said, "grab your things, I've come to take you home."