To think the unthinkable allows what does not have a home to find a home. Then it will not happen the same way as it might have done. Perhaps.

Humans have exhausted the gifts that the Earth provides. A whole 1.7 planet’s worth. The Great Barrier Reef is dying. The great dying will likely gather pace for the next century until we hit rock bottom. Our grandchildren’s children will be bereft, left only with dust and diesel.

This is the first-ever photo of Earth. Taken in 1972 by Apollo 17, it is one of the most reproduced images in human history.  It is shown as-taken but is usually turned upside-down for those in the northern hemisphere.

© Michael Owen 2018

What’s this site about?

The trees have nearly given up. The animals have done what they can. Monotheism has abandoned the earth for heavenly rewards. Indigenous peoples are now only 5% of the world’s population. 55% of the world’s population live in cities. And our relationship with beauty has been lost.

There are mountains and oceans of evidence for the state of the planet. There’s no need for more.

So we must ask, “What forces compel us to continue to deny the obvious”. Other than the obvious political and financial ones.

So this site is about the spiritual and historical ancestors of this profound contempt for matter, the fallacy of optimism, and the psychological children (like depression, grief, nostalgia, obesity, and loss of memory) that have been born from this chronic, monotheistic, and likely terminal, illness.



And unthinkable will be the rage of the children toward the father for killing the only mother we ever had.

NEW for 2018 from Kahurangi Press

All the Rough Beasts:
The Death of the Earth, Part 1

How others in the past–Goethe, Jung, Ovid, and the Maya–have seen what is already here.
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From All the Rough Beasts


There is a need for robust pessimism, to be thoughtful about the dangers of optimism and the false promises of hope, and to recognise the psychosis of denial.

We are a life form that has removed itself more than four paces away from the community of life around us. We have fallen out of the Garden of Eden. Two reactions to this: The first to ignore it, dismiss it, argue it, not even be aware of it. The second is to over-identify with it, to take it all-of-a-serious on one’s sh­oulders, and start a group. This position is as arrogant as the first. It breeds all kinds of -isms, paint-throwing, lab-bombing, tree-hugging, cow-cuddling, and coercion-by-principles. Both reactions are unhelpful.

There are two of our themes here: bigness, giantism, expansion, inflation, growth and denial; as well as guilt, responsibility, humiliation, and down-sizing. The latter are less obviously related but do graze in the same paddock. At some point the decline, long past irreversible, will become obvious to collective consciousness. The deniers and sceptics and diggers and drillers will have long passed away and we will think “How did it to come to this?” The anything-is-possible folks have reached their limit but don’t know it yet. We live on a finite planet. They will collapse into smallness—a land they never knew existed. Heroic optimism will not save the day. Then the keening and wailing will begin. This planet may no longer give life or hold life.

The collective human psyche will have to hit rock-bottom and in its desperation turn to what it know not of. All the things that have been valorised, idealised and unquestioned will be replaced by dis­tasteful, violent, unethical, and unfair necessities. There will be squealing. But it will not feel like a tyranny, it will be remorsefully accepted as a necessity in order for humans and the planet to survive.

Gaia will assist and shake her body. In assent, the wombs of women will cease to create. Pussy will not be available for grabbing. Legs will be closed. The patriarchy will collapse, sink to its knees, and fade away, going blind. And unthinkable will be the rage of the children toward the father for killing the only mother we ever had.

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Michael Owen is a clinical psychologist in private practice. He lives in New Zealand.


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