Kilroy Was Here

by Mike Sosebee, independent filmmaker

In time everything seems to runs it’s course, and the film Somewhere In New Mexico Before The End Of Time is approaching its conclusion. I ran an Indie-go-go campaign almost 2 years ago and people without a lot of resources stepped forward and were generous to a fault but that’s always been the case in my experience. There was one message that I’ve heard over and over again during the making of this film: “No-one wants to hear a story about the end of their world.”

They’re right of course. Denial is acceptable because “Everybody Knows.” But I see a civilization marching in stepwise fashion into oblivion and we seem powerless to even slow it down.

I put together this documentary in order to create a record of what was going on when we passed this way: Call it my “Kilroy Was Here,” moment. In the beginning I didn’t know Guy McPherson well. I know him well now and I find him to be a kind and decent man compelled against his best interests to tell a tale that no-one wants to hear. He is a Cassandra in the truest sense of the word and his story was worth telling.

But there are others like him and here I name Michael Ruppert. Mike has given up his health, well-being and whatever hope for financial security for the sake of telling the truth and he has woken more than a few of us up. Now it’s time to help out your brother.

Today Mike has put his welfare at the tender mercies of his public and that is the definition of “heroic.” We need Ruppert’s voice, which brings me back to the film. The film has been sold and delivered to 29 countries around the world and I am now down to the last 100 DVDs I intend on selling over the internet. After cost there will be $1,000 net that I have pledged to Michael Ruppert. I am sending him $100 today. I am not reprinting the disk and after whatever touring is done over the summer I will be closing down this project. I never intended for it to become a hobby-horse but after two years it certainly began to feel like one.

My knowledge of near-term human extinction, with which I agree, hasn’t led me to surrender to “hedonism” as Guy likes to say. Instead it’s awakened in me a responsibility to do what I can in my little part of the world with what time I have left.

I have committed to another project starting in the fall having to do with the Southern Nevada Water Authority’s (SNWA) wicked plan to steal water from the Great Basin Aquifer in northern Nevada to funnel it south to flush toilets and water golf courses in Las Vegas. SNWA borrowed Mulholland’s playbook in stealing water from the Owens Valley almost 100 years ago. Remember Chinatown? The consequences of the pipeline will be the destruction of the last pristine high desert ecosystem in North America and the indigenous cultures of the Shoshone/Paiute that have lived there durably for millennia. The SNWA Pipeline will be the largest single public project in human history. Like the Titanic, it will be the metaphor of our time.

A few lines from poet Dylan Thomas come to mind:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Comments 103

  • 2nd and last post (on this thread!) :)

    @ Kathy:

    I would say that to most middle-class Americans, your lifestyle is extreme – whether or not you came to it before or after acceptance of NTE.

    It’s probably all semantics…

    My point was simply that accpetance of NTE doesn’t seem to foster moderation and common sense. I guess I am using common sense as synonymous with conventional wisdom. It seems to me that the conventional wisdom (in US) is to keep doing what we’ve always done (the parking lots at all the malls are overflowing, the restaurants are full of people). So, I’m pretty sure that those who accept NTE are doing something extremely different than THAT.

    It’s hard not to be frustrated and want to DO something. So, I can appreciate those who flail about trying to get something rolling…

  • Rob,

    I believe that one of my first posts on NTE mentioned Congo Pygmies. About 50 years ago, I read that Pygmies would occasionally leave their deep forest abode in order to trade with people on the forest outskirts. Contrary to going naked as they did in the forest, they would wear clothes and follow other superficial norms that looked somewhat like those of their trading partners. They would abandon these borrowed norms the moment they returned home.

    I believe this is reasonable behavior for people whom you might consider “extreme” in their belief systems. It reduces tension or suspicion. It’s a way of making boundaries less abrasive and sharp.

    If I went around preaching NTE at every corner, I would be considered strange, very, very strange. Strange for preaching as well as for what I was preaching. So if I’m in sympathetic company, I might minimally talk about what I’m newly learning about NTE, not pushing the case. But even before now, I had looked at society as being something mad. Clearly, most people wouldn’t agree with me if I went around saying that in public. So my public oddness is limited to my absent-mindedness, and what I hope is considered acceptably eccentric–mildly eccentric–behavior. If ever so rarely I tell people I’m an artist, they probably think that artist can be expected to be somewhat odd. But I try to stay within the bounds of social norms. I don’t find it hard. I hardly buy clothes, but the clothes I wear out strike me as being like the average person’s. (Actually, everybody in my world dresses more casually than anyone did in my youth.)

    So, while I can be extremely good at calling attention (as often done when young), I get the impression that the public pays little attention to me these days. My better half is much more conservative and mainstream than I, and I let her guide me in how I present myself and behave publicly. I can’t thank her enough. She barely gets me to remain within the ranks of the moderate. I like it. Otherwise, I could be my worse enemy, blindly entangling myself when and where I didn’t have to.

    So I praise moderation. Society–all the deniers walking in a dream–seems more immoderate in dress and conduct than I. Ever since the sixties, so many “standards” have fallen, that you just can hardly shock anybody anymore. I see that as a blessing. I’ve also been finding lately that the masses respond in significant measure to commonsense. Wall Street shouldn’t steal. We ourselves shouldn’t steal. Help your children and relatives. Say please and thanks. That sort of thing. So, in small ways, you can reason with them, albeit not about climate change or collapse.

    I’ll not go into clarifying my nascent ideas on NTE. Last night in bed, the wind was moaning and howling like the spirit of a lost soul. It seemed strikingly clear that this unseasonable, constant wailing was the result of the dying Holocene. Everything that made life sweet was dying. My eyes were teary, and I felt that wild weeping and buckets of tears were just beneath the surface.

    But I’m also a “spiritualist.” I have a spiritual take on NTE. Right after art school, I was excelling in pencil drawings with shade and light. I had had a spiritual encounter with light during art school, and my drawings looked like they were dissolving into light. Viewers were deeply affected, sometimes frightened. One observer said that my drawings were either about heaven or about death. I put all this out of my mind and went on to more socially activist things. But now I wonder if those early drawings were a portent of NTE. The point is that I was doing something profound and yet unconscious, based on some sort of spiritual guide. That spiritual guide suggests to me now that we have ample room in which to react to or play out NTE. But that ample room lies in the minutiae of moderate, inconspicuous and commonsense actions that can be effortless and enjoyable. Those who choose spiritual awareness need cast no judgment or harbor any fear. They just need to follow the inscrutable guide.