I keep veering into a place where it feels like we’ve gone collectively mad, it’s all nonsense and hysteria and complete overreaction. When it passes off I realised with a jolt that that’s a kind of defence mechanism for trying to handle the end of the world.
Not being melodramatic here, but nothing will ever be the same again after this. The old ways and the old world is ended and whatever emerges after this will be new and different and strange. Even the old stuff that survives and comes with us will be different because it will be affected by what has happened. It’s almost impossible to fathom. It’s happened so fast. It’s abstract even while we’re living it. So the brain shuts down and says “nope”.
And yeah, it’s quite peculiar that yoga teachers and so forth who presumably desired for the old order to be radically different are somehow refusing to accept or understand that things are falling apart now. Are they so attached to the old order because there they can be comfortably “different” without actually putting any effort into change?