by Digger Barr
https://gaiasgardens.guru/
Knowing a centenarian is a special privilege.
After 35 years of working for my 103 year old client, she is now my good friend.
I had made a pledge to the Universe when I began working for her, that I would work until she passed and then I would retire.
I thought I would be retired by now.
It would seem that there are more and more centenarians.
Not the masses they found on the SS register. But certainly more than one would imagine to be true.
The world through their eyes is a kaleidoscope of time change.
From politics to inventions, cultural and social constructs to dynamic shifting belief systems, these people have an incredible perspective on the evolution of our world.
And yet if they knew the underlying truth they probably wouldn’t believe it.
My gal was born in the 1920’s. Right about the time the lies took a public stronghold in American culture.
Much like my son who was born in 2001, the influences of world events mold reality.
Depression era or 9/11 fallout, children of both worlds were born into a world of turmoil.
This is true for all of us. We all know subversion as a disease plaguing multi layers of life.
Busy in the act of living and surviving it’s hard to see what was right in front of us.
Looking at it through the eyes of the oldest and the youngest maybe we can get a keener perspective.
The great depression, WWI, WW II, 9/11 and the Covid Scam-demic, all are major markers that affected the world.
Outside of WWI, a centenarian would have experienced them all.
What a time to be alive. It takes a hardy soul to live through all this.
It isn’t viewed as a wealth of experience but as horrendous trials of survival.
One would think this would lead to excitement to finally see redemption for the people.
But many are not able to see or adjust to the extreme change that is coming about relatively quickly.
If you haven’t kept an eye from the crows nest, plowing headlong into the shore is a strong possibility.
As my gal said to me when finding out my political loyalties, ‘I won’t argue. There is nothing I can do about it.’
Turning a ship takes time. And the thought that there is not enough time to turn beliefs goes both ways.
My son is quite the opposite.
He is willing to argue every point I push out there.
This is actually encouraging for me. He is still looking to make a change and has the fire to do so.
We just need to guide the youth in the right direction.
As they have also been raised on lies but some have a hard time realizing this as a truth.
Finding the courage to climb up to the crows nest would be helpful.
Through all this chaos there is one thing that remains constant.
Living. We still need to live day to day.
We need to live with each other and take care of each other.
Folks like me who thought they were going to retire have had to step into a role we didn’t see coming.
We have been tasked with keeping the communities operational.
We welcome the younger ones to step up but they are on a different wavelength.
In our 60’s to 70 and even into our 80’s we are still doing our jobs because we are necessary.
The element of death is another constant.
It is a certainty that we will die.
However as a centenarian well knows, there is no certainty as to where and when this will happen.
With all of the adverse effects from medical practices and recent vaccine protocols, it would seem that people are indeed dropping suddenly.
So many people are leaving us prematurely and unexpectedly.
And yet others are living longer than ever.
Who will take care of them?
Who will take care of us?
All this pondering has led me to wonder, what will be our new role in life?
There is so much uncertainty it feels like being in a game of Yahtzee.
Anyone remember that original dice game?
Put the dice in a cup, shake it all round then roll and see what comes out.
Collect the die that looks promising, put the rest back in the cup and roll again.
If you’re lucky you can collect what you need in the limited rolls given.
Do you play in order to keep score ? To gain points?
Is it purely for entertainment and to try out your luck?
Or do you end up just playing in order to fill in the boxes?
Why do we play this game?
Has this become the purpose of our lives?
Have we changed our purpose?
What will your new role look like?
What will another roll bring?
When rolling the dice do you feel you can influence the outcome?
Do you have a connection that is beyond what we can see?
I remember another dice game that came out similar to Yahtzee.
It was called Kismet.
Kismet also means fate or destiny. But not as checking off a box.
It adds a certain flare of excitement and potential.
It means an opportunity realized, as in it was ‘meant to be’.
To meet a love interest is called Kismet.
I vote for my role not to be a simple roll of the dice like in Yahtzee, but to be one of Kismet.
As a centenarian candidate myself, I want to look back and see this moment realized in its greatest potential.
I am always trying to influence the dice. I believe I have that ability.
Can we look at now through the eyes of the old looking back in time ?
How will another century unfold?
Or through the eyes of the young, looking ahead at what can be?
What can another generation bring us?
As keepers of the current, even as aging old crows, we are tasked with guiding this ship to shore.
Our actions now will tell the story.
How will you roll?
Digger25