You're not crazy (well, maybe)

You're really not crazy. I promise.

Well, maybe a little. That's fine too. I'll allow it.

First, the obvious 2023 disclaimer:

"Crazy" is not a word used in this article by this author as a pejorative towards those suffering from mental illness and this author and his affiliated organizations stand for empathy and understanding towards all those who have dealt with the stigma of this triggering and highly-toxic word as a result of their myriad conversations with aliens."

There. That should cancel-proof me until at least lunch.

Ok, back to the thing.

I'm guessing you have moments when you look around this rock and think everything is either way off, or you're way off. But either way, something is out of alignment. Something just doesn't feel quite right.

But here's the good news!

You're not off. You're not crazy. You're not losing it.

You just remember.

Do not read that again. What a truly terrible LinkedIn-ism.

Ugh.

But I will repeat it, and I want you to take one quick moment to internalize it.

YOU REMEMBER.

You remember a place you can't even name, a time you can't even envision and a state of being you can't even feel on most days.

But you remember.

And this remembrance runs far deeper than your five corporeal senses.

It's a remembrance of who you truly are, where you're truly from, and something else that involves the word "truly" because these things are best written in threes.

You, my friend, are a time traveler from a kinder, more expansive, more luminous future.

• A place where Israelis and Palestinians have a mad, crazy, passionate love affair with one another. Where they can't get enough of each other. Where they spend all day and night talking up how awesome the other ones are. And where this is completely normal. Where the rest of the world rolls their eyes and says, "We get it. You're head over heels for each other. Get a room."
• A place where the only climate anxiety young people have is whether it will be breezy at night and will require a jacket. Where the Earth stabilizes itself and kicks its feet up and listens to some Marley while smoking a...<uncomfortably scans the room for someone with an itchy report-trigger-finger>....swisher sweet. Yeah, that's it. A swisher sweet.
• A place where the only nukes on the planet are used for clean energy, and fuels a global transportation system that makes the days of the TSA feel like the iron maidens of the Middle Ages.

When you think of this world, your rational brain tells you it's a dream. A fantasy. Something crazy and improbable, like what all the looney Patriots fans were saying in 2000 when they got naked, ran around the stadium in Foxboro and told all who would listen that six Super Bowls were incoming.

You're welcome for that visual.

That mind of yours is working really hard to convince you that this place doesn't exist. And that you really are crazy for even dreaming about it for a second.

But your heart tells you something different.

You know this place is real. You know it in a way you can't articulate. But you know it.

Because it feels right.

And it's the disharmony between what your heart is telling you and what your brain is telling you that's making you feel crazy.

But rest assured, mon ami, you are most certainly not crazy.

Eccentric? Sure.

And with each passing day, as this world feels crazier and crazier, you're given an invitation to remember even more. To lean into it. To recreate it. If only in your mind.

Because that's the first step towards truly taking us all home. Home to the place you know has been there all along. To the place of our birthright. Where it all feels right again.

And when we get there, we'll realize that thinking any of this was ever "normal"...

...was the true crazy all along.

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Geoff Woliner is the <insert bio here>

Well then. That was a helluva lot easier than remembering the stuff I've done and including hyperlinks.