The 1964 song by Bob Dylan is still alive and well
A COLUMN By Frederick Sinclair
The title belongs to a song and message released by Bob Dylan in 1964. Many will remember the tune and for those who are unfamiliar, find it and listen, to experience the timeless quality of Dylan’s lyrics. They could have been written for today. They uncannily reflect the exact situation we, as a global human community, currently find ourselves in, and these times are indeed changing.
You are invited to join our expedition as we again return to that special tree, good for climbing above the dense forest canopy. Singing Dylan’s tune; we approach and begin our ascent to that vantage point where we will transcend the numbing chaos and observe the big picture – steeped in the beauty and the joy of being alive. From up here, the horizon is dotted with volcanoes belching gaseous clouds of ash into the stratosphere alongside mile-high fountains of lava, spewed higher than the tallest buildings defining any modern skyline. Above some regions, angry typhoons, hurricanes, and tornadoes are carving up shoreline settlements. Torrential rains are flooding the valleys and lubricating massive landslides down into the floodplains, all, while other regions are in extreme drought. Mother Nature is unsettled and apparently engaging in her own dramatic terra forming – apparently upstaging mankind’s destructive, failed attempts at geo-engineering and weather control.
We appreciate feeling the warmth of the sun on our faces, yet the Sun and resulting Super El Nino, warming the Pacific Ocean, are driving much of this turbulent weather, forcasted to continue for several more months. As discussed in several articles over the past year, solar activity and planetary alignments are exerting high gravitational forces, and barrages of solar wind, which energize the ionsphere and earth proper with abnormally high levels of energy/plasma. This super charging affects not only the weather but the earth strata, which in turn impacts the stability of the geographic continental plates. Subsequent related earthquake activity is currently at historically highs in numbers and strength.
Rotating our treetop overview, we see missiles, drones, explosions, battleships and war in several locations, brought about by and for myriad reasons and purposes. Mass media, however, feeds the populace a tailored truth, fed them by special interests. The wealth of nations and the entire planet is being drained into war and those “greymen” that benefit from it’s waging. Warriors, women and children, communities and nature, are suffering unfathomable loss of life and destruction. And for what?
Yet, as we turn our heads to the west, a new vision emerges-like an oasis of water in the desert. Time hitches to the setting sun and reveals a grand astrological movement from Pisces to Aquarius. We are feeling the progression of the 24,000 year grand cycle, finally leaving behind the dark bottom of an age farthest from the Source. Out of this enormous chaos, angular momentum is swinging the Sun, Earth and mankind onto a return expedition, one that is rooted in individual sovereignty, true Intelligence and human dignity.
We can see the tangible signs of this turning tide, right now. Courts are finally ordering reviews of regulation on damaging radiation and chemical exposure. Powerful agencies are struggling free from decades of corporate capture. Poisons in our air, soil, food and water are being exposed to the light of day and sparking a massive awakening of the public. This new found momentum brings us gently out of our tree top vision. Hope and a tear of joy, cools our cheek, brought on by the revealing of tree top truth. As the wind of change sways the branches, we descend back into the forest with the top mantra:
“The Times They Are A-Changin.”
Note: As a child of the 60’s this author knew, felt and lived the music and pros of Bob Dylan. Half a century later, writing this article, and inspired by this title, brings forth those feelings and their meaning more powerfully than ever. It opens my heart, brings tears to my eyes, and a smile to my lips. Find this song of freedom and make it yours. Contact Fred anytime, fpsinclair@yahoo.com
