The White Planet

In the early days of life on earth green and blue met.

Green was the potential for the forested earth.

Blue was the ocean depths.

Not at the level of form. But in the mind of life itself.

When you blend blue and green you get cyan.

For many many millions of years there were Cyanobacteria and all they did was create the oxygen for higher life forms to evolve.

Now on our planet we have some areas where some people live happier healthier longer lives. We call those blue zones.

It is given to the heart that is boundless and the mind that is certain – the gift of security. Planted in the deep rich soils of another world – a world within first.

When we look with such eyes we see the blue zones patched out across the earth.

They are few and far between as of now.

But I do not look from the deadly desert mind that brought us here.

I look from the abode of a hill far far further on from that. And what do I see?

I see man for who he is. Ego madness sloughed off.

I see that when you understand the lesson of the badly managed goat 🐐– the hooved animal of our unaddressed neglect,….I see how when the neglect is attended to,…madness flees like rabbits from a hawk.

When you inhabit the mind of that man you see that a deep wisdom corrects this oversight.

Blue sea and sky

Green earth

But the green earth was, for a time, lost because of man’s abuse of management of what he crafts. The greed that was born of the early unevolved (and yet for the time evolved) earth energy’s attitudes and genetic codes dominated and that created a patch work of dualistic heavens and hells built on the edifices of pleasure and pain and mindless use of mind and pained approaches to the heart.

To see into our true colors and not to be mired in the mud of past straightjackets one must discern what lies beyond the dirty waters of the spoiled bathwater all around us.

That dirty bathwater was generated by us not washing regularly enough…not addressing how to shoot up on the thermals of the eagle from the foraging inquiries of the black raven that swoops down into the shadowlands where wisdom hides, waiting to be found.

Blue + Green = Cyan – the color of the early earth

The color that gave us legs. To walk. To run.

Now I see we have learned the lesson of the badly managed goat, of the mad abuse of fire.

I see blue and green and brown (grounded use not reckless inflated abuse of the soil) gives us the next stage of life.

“Brown is actually a dark yellow and if you add blue to yellow you get white. The correct way to think about this is to take a pure saturated blue and when you add a darker yellow you are actually adding white and thereby decreasing the saturation of the blue. Therefore as you increasingly add yellow to blue it becomes increasingly white.”

Ramana was the simplest wisest saint India produced. Ever. Carl Jung described him as the whitest spot on a great white cloth that was India.

But life is not static and the authority that ran his mind ran the prophets of old. All across the genetic landscape of man.

To reach for the stars you had to leave the world.

There are two ways.

The old one:

How does one leave the world?

By attacking it.

By defending it.

By seeking a god beyond the sacred everything and everyone that is. By denying what actually is.

Above all by proud psychological inflation and separation of man, woman and child into countless “upness” religions and lies about the biology of our ecosystems and our pained past (the causes of it).

We do it by inventing gods beyond us or in us…anything we can possibly do to deny the life that we are. Inventing pious sexually deprived “off” Buddhas who claim to be woken, or crucifed men and women who are believing themselves to be half broken arguing they follow one who sank beneath your wisdom like a stone. Pulease!@

We do it in a billion billion ways. Anything we can do to deny the evolution of evolution – the new way to leave the world of death we invented – leave it forever behind and never ever ever come back. That dodgy cheap car salesman’s pilfered crappy vehicle has served it’s role. We leave that car instantly. Chuck it off a cliff and add it to the funeral pyre of our woes. We drop it. We dance.

None of it….none of it has a hope in a hurricane of not being blown off into the distant forgotten past. Not one aspect of it can stand. Not one aspect of it is remotely real.

Now, we outgrow that model and return to fully embrace this marvelous earth.

The blue zones peter out. The deserts are reclaimed. The whitest spot on the whitest sheet is gone. The healed white all pervading light of a new shared vision returns man to his home, in recognition of who he actually is.

The driver of the evolution of evolution.

In the most sane sanctified on earth. The place all the song birds sing to celebrate. His mind.


The age of flight is upon us.

The age of walking alone and running breathlessly into our own self-created messes and stifled pained savior models – all that is behind. Burned up. Depleted…revealed for the scaffolding it was.

But it is not the age of flight we have so far been lead to believe. Rather than racing toward an imagined light on the other side of the fence….and burning up as Icarus did…we stop, we survey with the eyes of the greatest of eagles, the most wise, the most sane, he who has put his foreboding and false modesty away and embraced his destiny…and then, we roll up our sleeves and swoop down, down down and reclaim what was lost to the ravages of our misadventures and misinvention. And we claim it. Not in the name of some pious desert god or some poor neglected bitter goddess. No.

We claim it in the name of man, woman and child. We do not delay. We do it now.

And, now, now, now, no more delaying, now,….

all humans see it together.

1 thought on “The White Planet”

  1. The comments in the above Facebook Post were –
    Larry Miller commented :
    I like that. The color mixing reminded me of the printer I used to be many decades ago.
    Nathan Curry replied :
    Etching Larry?
    Larry Miller replied :
    Nathan Curry , no, letterpress printing using hand set type.
    Nathan Curry replied :
    and you put the pen down? For how long? It might be healing. No, not might….for sure, it will be healing to take it back up again:
    “There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better for worse as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact makes much impression on him, and another none. This sculpture in the memory is not without preéstablishcd harmony. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards. A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise shall give hint no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope.”
    Larry Miller commented :
    Nathan Curry
    David Forsyth commented :
    Thank you Nathan for sharing your heart space. I also was once a printer making colors and frequently was visited by an elderly man who in WW2 and under cover of night went into enemy lines to steal food for his men. He suffered greatly from nerve damage and relished the quiet. We would sing “ I‘m forever blowing bubbles …”. Sweet times…
    Nathan Curry replied :
    David Forsyth the gold of another era is upon us. The bees rejoice with the burst bibles’s bubbles finally behind us.
    I am engaging a relative of Kahil Gibran’s to publish my work but there is likely ripe low hanging fruit still for us in what we have learned and what we have recently discussed.
    High time to boot that old story out – and all its legions of pained and pointless legacies.

    Nathan Curry replied :
    David Forsyth indeed 😉 let the world rejoice 😉

    Nathan Curry commented :
    David Forsyth

    Nathan Curry commented :
    Oh I have an invite you – remember this fellow? Bottom 😉

    Nathan Curry commented :
    Sarah Savory
    Nathan Curry commented :
    Allan Savory

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