Some days it’s just “one of those days” lol … when Energy decides to toy with me by sending every irritable irrational being my way.

It’s 36 degrees celsius on this, the umpteenth day of a rather unprecedented European heatwave which rendered Norway hotter than my recent stay in Croatia — go figure. Withered looking people are walking the streets like zombies in this German town where I have a meeting.

I stop into a shop for a water refill. The owner, a tiny hyper Indian man who speaks no English and even worse Indian-dialect German — no less with a Bavarian accent (??&%!§!!) — insists on debating with me about all the nasty problems on Earth and why people are terrible, especially when it’s hot (my interpretation, mind you). I speak and understand little German in cool and comfy temps, but in the middle of a heatwave when I’m pressed for time I understand nada. Rather than get testy with him, in this our climactic climate changing moment, I decide to change the emotional climate.

So I let him gush … like Victoria Falls during monsoon season. And vent … like the Santa Ana winds during a drought-drenched fire-edged day. And erupt … like Vesuvius in 1944, seven months after the allied invasion in Italy. Finally, blessedly, it’s my turn. I shoot him a smile with my (rain)bow-and-arrow and begin to speak — caring not one iota about what he is or isn’t understanding. Not sure of what even I’m saying. But I’m compelled to speak nonetheless.

I tell this Indian man in this German land about another foreign land with a powerful man whose “unpresidented” behaviour is also contributing to the overheated atmosFearic global pressure which is like an emotional weather system run amok.

He smiles. (I think)

And since he’s allowing me to continue without interruption or eruption, I say that I work with another foreign man from that same foreign land who seems to understand the larger plan. “Gore”, I say, “Al Gore”.

As if having just declared “Bond, James Bond” he grins, then shimmies. (I think)

There’s no music playing but he’s swaying, in a kind of jelly-like-trance-of-a- joy-filled-dance that gets me somehow swept up in his intuitive “rhythm”.

And so we sway together, like two idiots in the “Al Gore-rhythmic” heat as I further explain how the climate’s always changing but that Climate Change’s urgency has to do with the acceleration, extremity and intensity of said change. And that the stresses of overpopulation in underdeveloped nations and urbanisation in overburdened ones contribute to not only an overheated planet but an emotionally overheated population. Furthermore, I explain the stranglehold that’s gripped worldwide politics in a relentless DGC (destructive global competition) that positions us all on a precarious precipice — and the need to seed a visionary new global governance model like SIMPOL immediately.

Then he beams ear to ear. (I’m sure)

He gleefully pronounces, “Mother Nature, Father Time. Gore is Father Time. He save Mother Nature.”

🙂 (me, I’m sure)

I was late for my meeting when I left the shop, having forgotten my water, my mind, and nearly the time. But I was momentarily quenched by a small yet significant Global Warming event: of two human hearts. Who needs language when you have love …

Would that everyday was just “one of those days” — or maybe it can be, with Synchronistory 🙂

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