I hear Bob Marley singing:
“Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships…
But my hand was made strong
By the ‘and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Won’t you help to sing this song of freedom”
Our songs of freedom are sung through our creativity. Several years ago, sitting at a booth together at a book fair, Bonnie Lee Black and I talked about how more and more people are creating books even as fewer and fewer people actually read books—a strange dichotomy.
Freedom emerges through the creative urge of individuals. We have stories we must tell. I sometimes imagine that all these books that don’t get sold or appreciated by the “merchant ships”—our current market driven world—will be a goldmine of understanding for those who inhabit this planet long after we have gone. Our stories are laying tracks for those who will wonder what kind of world this was, back in what they called the 21st century.
We are the ancestors of future generations, born from our species and/or future inhabitants of this planet who come from somewhere else. Despite the pirates now working to greedily claim the bounty of our planet and our freedom, we strive forward with “the consciousness of freedom” in our individual and humble ways—the creative spirit.