Systems Failure

I saw the cover of the Cincinnati Enquirer today at the coffee shop. "Our System Has Failed Us". It should have read "Our Systems". Plural, with an S. If the human race got a report card, like I did in the dream I had last night, it would be studded with F's and D minuses. Sure, their might be a few C's where we are just muddling along, maybe even a B. An A might represent those stunning achievements of our geniuses and cultural innovators. If the assesment was for a midterm, the notes at the bottom would read, "unless drastic measures are taken, by the end of the quarter, Cultural Fugue will certainly have been entered."
Cultural Fugue is a term coined by Samuel R. Delany, a writer of, and critical thinker on, Science Fiction. It comes from his book "Stars In My Pocket Like Grains of Sand." It is sort of a combination of toxic ills, uncontrolled pollution and toxic waste, and nuclear war all propelled by socio-economic stress. When a planet enters Cultural Fugue their might be no turning back. In Delany's own words it is when "socioeconomic pressures reach a point of technological recomplication and perturbation where the population completely destroys all life across the planetary surface." Sometimes it can be averted. Often times it is not. Luckily, for those planets, they exist only in a world of fiction.
So what to do in this time of planetary crisis in all systems, economic, education, environment?Our judicial systems crumble and health care is a farce. Can we halt the claws of entropy before several arteries are sliced?
I believe so. But to do it we need to dip our hands into the realm of magick and dreams, bring back the gifts present there.
A study of history shows that humanity has always been ushered along by contact with extra dimensional beings, angels, fairy folk and the like. This will be the subject of my next post.