But first “out there.” I came early to Occupy Vancouver but also had to leave early, to meet up with Dave Schmidt who arrived on the 11:40 train. Early in the morning, people mostly milled around and looked awkward. But once the organizers arrived and things began to take shape, many things became quickly apparent.
The most obvious thing, for me personally, was to see an intelligent, dedicated and competent array of younger people managing the scene and innovating in ways that were quite remarkable. Probably most of you know about the “human microphone.” I’d imagine that police in New York have tried to limit protests by denying the protesters use of electricity. (I’m just guessing.) And they have responded by developing a procedure for being heard over distances and without mikes.
Someone yells out “mike check” and the crowd repeats it and the speakers then begin to make their speech in short bites which the crowd repeats and even relays. At one point chunks of the audience would repeat the short bits, then chunks behind them would repeat it again, and on and on the words went and were relayed.
Moreover, clapping would drown out the spoken word and so the organizers taught the crowds hand gestures that signified approval, disapproval and severe disapproval, but made no noise so that there was no interference with the relaying of the message.
But I said earlier that the most significant developments were happening from the inside out. It wasn’t so much what was said that galvanized the crowd. The mere fact of communicating by this relaying, unanimous method seemed to create a feeling of unity and solidarity that was palpable. It was as if we were one organism and that was a significant development.
There wasn’t much chance of the crowd being anything but peaceful when it operated this way, which the “General Assembly” organizers called “consensus” or “democracy.” So there was a very real sense of the crowd “getting” itself and bonding which I found, hours after I left the square, remained with me and touched me quite deeply.
I fantasized that it was also quite evident to the police who were there. They remained relaxed and seemed to enjoy themselves, all the more remarkable if you remember that thousands upon thousands were rioting in Vancouver after the city’s Grey Cup loss in hockey. The cops could have been quite tense. But that kind of atmosphere was not present.
Moreover, the young organizers seemed to know how to get something done with a minimum of words and explanations. They didn’t give a long-winded talk on why they needed to do something. If it needed doing, they created a “human mike” and just did it. If a protest could be called “professional,” this was very professionally done.
The actual speakers, who used the physical microphones were pretty mundane – a lot of swearing, not much eloquence, many were halting, etc. Not overly inspiring. But again it became apparent that, inspiring or not, ordinary people were getting a chance to talk and that the organizers wanted ordinary people to have that chance. Even while the others were talking, it was clear that the youthful organizers were the real leaders of what was going on.
I had early on decided to contribute in any way I could and signed up for the speaker’s list twice but I got to see how problematic that would be if I ever reached my turn – which I didn’t. What in heaven’s name would I say? The cabal intended to murder 650 million people, but extraterrestrials prevented it, and NESARA is coming soon and after that Ascension. Oh sure. And what have I been smoking? The time just isn’t right to say those things.
So I was just as happy that my turn to speak never arrived before I had to leave. Occupy protests will not be, I think, a venue where the 2012 scenario will play a prominent part – at least not as a scenario and at least not until Disclosure. People like Marianne Williamson have a handle on another kind of account that looks at the statistics of unemployment, denied medical care, foreclosures, etc. That is more to the point and germaine than talking about extraterrestrials and abundance programs. I could be looked at as a tool of the cabal who wants to confuse and pacify the crowd by speaking about nonsense and pie in the sky. I don’t think our time has come yet by a country mile. At least I personally could not find a way in to those topics.
But returning to the youthful organizers of the protest. They were confident, competent, and innovative. They took control of the gathering and quite elegantly wheeled and turned as circumstances required. I left having no qualms or fears about whose hands this movement was in. Somewhere, while I lay sleeping or else banged away on the keys here, the youth of this world has organized itself, evidently, and has trained itself in playing its part and I was now watching the results of their hard work.
I’m crying here as I write. I have to stop a moment and find out what this means. Here it is. I’m gratified to the point of tears to discover that a very large number of the younger generation, if my sense of things has any resemblance to the truth, have done their homework and have offered themselves, ready to serve, to do the work of light warriors and peacemakers in the vanguard of this emerging movement. I have this sense that we have partners among the people I saw at the front of this demonstration. I guess I feel reassured about our future from this angle, just as I do from the angle of knowing the activities of the Company of Light.
This component of the Earth allies who I had not seen before is perhaps the most inspiring Lightworkers that I’ve come across personally – not in print, but up close and personal. I think I just feel greatly reassured having seen what I did yesterday. And that perhaps is the most important learning and discovery of my very short spell on the front lines of the Occupy Movement.
So back to doing our work here, which I see now as just one piece of the total puzzle, just one component of the total structure. I know now that we have friends and allies working other beats and I feel much more certain now that together we can get the job done.