World of Peoples
The Age of Peace
End War 2050
ICAN 2030
World of Nations 2020
Question: Will Humanity take the third step toward global governance before or after
World War III?
In 2012 the doomsday clock was set at five minutes to midnight.
in 2015 the clock was adjusted to three minutes to midnight.
The Doomsday Clock 2017 set two and half minutes away from midnight. The closest it's been since 1953.
(A story to turn the clock back is contained herein.)
Our Choice
Our Call
Our Vision
It Is a Matter of Imagination and Collective Human Will.
PeaceMonk
February 12, 2018jsc
This is my story.
From early age blessed with infrequent and totally unpredictable experiences of what I only know to call the Transcendent. Some in dream states, others in deep meditation, always out of the blue. A boy of 10 walking from barns milking cows at dusk, come to greet my cousins, my father’s brother’s three daughters. I approach the woodshed’s large entry, and a few feet within they are seated on the middle of the three steps that lead up and into my house. I see them, they seem not to see me.
The middle girl is my age. Outline by the darkened interior their white dresses and white ankle stocking legs all akimbo, so involved giggling completely unaware of me. My eyes catch the middle girl, her legs gaping open, white panty crotch loose to expose the darkened slit within. My eyes rivet on the marvel of that beautiful curve. Drawn so powerfully I levitate, transfixed. I am aware of floating off to my right perhaps ten feet or so a few inches above the ground. I am weightless; Pure Energy not erotic but beatific. Even as I write these words I can feel that blissful intensity, and recall the feeling as I alight my right toe touching ground so softly. That image a gift revealing the Divine Feminine to me.
Age 14: In dream at dawn I stare out my second floor farm house window transfixed at the great grey wall of a monastery, to my left, and hearing the chant from within, “my heart sucked in ecstasy behind the wall”. Instead in the dream to my right, seeing a boy on a distant hill. He is sent away by Abbot to the city golden roof tops he can see lighted by the morning sun … heart-broken with desire to live within the wall. The pain of that ache is so alive for me six decades later. I was given the gift of monk.
At age 50 in Zen Practice I experienced a disorienting ear splitting roar and blinding light. No other thunder or lighting. I returned to breath counting and then a rather gruff in my right ear loud voice, “return to the faith of your childhood.” Zen deepened my understanding of the essences of my faith. I am grateful for His direction as I find great comfort in the sacred mystical practices, Roman Catholic. These spiritual practices, long neglected, have much to offer every day life. St. Bernard begins, ”Listen”. The gift of listening in deep silence to profound mysteries. And to each other, to listen well is love well. Even to listen to the enemy as Jesus would want.
At age 70 I entered Our Lady of Mepkin Monastery, Monks Corner, S.C., for three month discernment. My wife of forty one years deceased then almost two years, with intent to live behind the wall. Instead, in deep contemplation on the morning before I intended to accept Abbot Stan’s generous offer of Oblate to live within, Jesus once again. In deep meditation in flash His Blazing Face and Piercing Eyes were blinding. I turned my head aside the image deeply imprinted to listen. These words from Him … mind to mind … “End War Forever”, “Do It”. Abbot Stan thought this very personal encounter with Jesus, the “real deal”. And so, I was once again turned aside living behind the wall. My life is not fully my own since hearing those words so indelibility inked on my soul. The gifts take you where you do not want to go.
Now almost five years since that Encounter, the meaning of the meme End War Forever is unfolding even as I am finding the doing the undoing of war is quite a task. Nothing kills a conversation quicker than mentioning the idea of ending war. Even among peace activists. "Too big, can't be done". Evidence I believe of humanity as war conscious dominant. Not yet ready to be law conscious dominant in matters of war. Seems yet a while before the idea of an age of peace on planet earth catches the global imagination. But when it does … in an act of global imagination humanity takes a stand in GlobalPeacePark2050 on the north east corner Avenue War and Peace Street. In Imago in that virtual space, together on this one thing, whatever other differences we have to be justly resolved, on ending war, we, planet earth humanity stand as one. Or die separately.
Our mission is to champion a voting humanity non-violently walking down Peace Street to an Age of Peace.
2050 is our deadline.
GlobalPeacePark2050. Your signature an electronic pulse to give life to the global platform needed to end war. Einstein's hope a reality.
In the Name of Peace We Come,
