Omnia with a song for all you warriors out there - FIGHT!

A video by Omnia with bold statements and positive vibes.

When I feel that the shrewd and wicked assholes and Monsantoists get the better end of ourselves, then I listen to this song. And then it is I remind myself that there are a lot of people making music like this and listening to it and roaming the woods and caring.

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But there are a load of things you can do without joining institutions or run amok with vegan radicalisms! Just look around you... and think about what you see.

Personally I have realized a lot of things and decided:

-to wear my clothing until it falls apart
-to repair as much as I can
-to buy good clothing regionally if I can
-to create as much of it as I can myself
-since I am no vegetarian and see no gain for myself and nature  in becoming one I obstain from discount meat and fast food and buy as much as I can regionally and of high quality resulting in delicious meals with a bonus for nature
-I question my consume behaviour every day. Doesn´t mean I am perfect at all, as you know full well.
-I do not eat soja and don´t buy discount bread
-I do not own a car and go by bus or train and use the walks and rides for a workout
-I seldom drink bottled water but tap water with homemade syrups if I feel like having a soft drink
-I seldom drink soft drinks
-I do not throw away plastic bottles. I reuse every plastic bag I have to accept up to a hundred times.
-I make tools and provisions for myself from other people´s crap
-I teach children that doing it the tribal way is fun and adventure, I teach them how to repair things and make new ones from other people´s crap

Please do not take this as a pointed finger. Those are my personal challenges, and I do not always succeed. But I keep on trying.

And that´s the culprit of it all: It´s hard to live in a world of assholes, yup.

But we are many. And you are not alone, even if we seldom can talk to each other. But rest assured: You are beautiful. You are perfect.

For you try hard to become someone better than you were. Have no fear!

And feel hugged.

The cry of the rocks

I dream.

I am a rock upon a hill. A rock I am, and the celestial tides wash over my rough and scarred body, day and aeon alike, like wind and rain and snow and sun.

Thus a figure came to me, burning bright, dressed in her own nudidity as in a mantle of power, crowned with stars. And she reached with her hand inside her chest, and from her heart she took a harp, and she struck it ever so gentle.

And I cried up to the sky.

"What do you cry, rock amongst rocks?", she addressed me and I spoke:

"Your song it is that made me cry. The violent flames are in it, and the fury of lust, and the feverish longing that cannot be stilled. But playing it you did not, for it was your song. Tell me, great one, which kind is it, that song that is reason for the cry of the stones?"

"I am the reason for the cry of the stones. I am the song of furious longing, of the violence of the flames. I am the wind in the fire, the fever and the storm; I burn with my own violence, and desire is my name."

And a second time she took out her harp and struck it with a hand ever so gentle. The stars turned in their circles, and the rivers flowed to sea. Trees grew, and they bore fruit, and they fell, and they died. Things were given its place, and things were given their name. Male and female danced a dance and from that sprang the hunt and life, and merridom and the power to build. The earth turned on hinges of unseen forces, and on its hinges spells were set.

And I roared, roared up to the sky.

"What do you cry, rock amongst rocks?", she asked again.

"Your song it is that made me roar. Up and down and the dance of stars, man and woman, the gentle deer and the hunter in the woods, the fulfiment and the marriage, and the tides of the law. But playing it, you did not. What kind is it, the song that is the reason for the cry of the stones?"

"I am the reason for the roaring of the stones. I am the fulfilment and the hunt, I am the marriage and the force of coherence. I am the song that moves the earth on its hinges, balance and off-balance. Love it is that I am called."

And a third time she took out the burning harp, and she played the void behind the stars, the dark paths of forces unknown to man. So high her tune climbed, and so low into the abyss that no being dared to look into. Five stones build hundred twenty houses, but terror strtuck me along with unspekable joy. The stars were flaming serpents on a corral of satin emptiness, planets were born and died and were born again, universes came to being and subsided again into the darkness, and above all this ever so gentle she played her roaring song. The sun was her footrest and the moon a sparkle of her hair, and on and on she played. She played things being and things long dead, and beings born and dying soon....

And I hushed.

"What do you be silent, rock amongst rocks?" she asked.

"Your song it was that makes me fall in silence. The universe you played and you played the soul of the universe. But you did not play it. What kind it is, the song that is the reason for the silence of the rocks?"

"I am the song that is the reason for the hush of the rocks. Love and longing, desire and the roaring lust, the hunt and the feast and yet the soul of the universe on high. I am the song of the stars, of birth and death, of war and peace, of blossom and rot. Ver-iugos I am called, viriditas and agape, but none of these names applies to me. I am the path through the song of the abyss and the cliffs of death are but a note in my song."

And I fell silent, through aeons, a rock amongst rocks.