What If the Apocalypse Already Happened?

Lately, I’ve been sitting with a thought that won’t leave me alone:

What if the apocalypse...the “end times,” the zombie invasion, the great unraveling ...already happened?

What if it began not in the future, but far behind us, when humans shifted from living in harmony with the Earth to trying to own it?

When we crossed the threshold from foraging and community-based living into agriculture, things did get easier... food security, shelter, “comfort.” But along with that came division: This is mine. That is yours. And with it, a fundamental rupture. The birth of patriarchy, capitalism, and domination. We began manipulating nature, each other, and ourselves in pursuit of “more.”

And haven’t we been feeling that ache, that “something’s not right”, ever since?

Joy Before Civilization?

I’m reading a book called The Way of the Rose, written by a couple who’ve devoted themselves to rediscovering the rosary, not through the lens of religion, but as a spiritual practice of connection, prayer, and devotion to the Divine Feminine.

They describe visiting sacred caves in France. Places where humans lived long before modern civilization. One of the local guides grew emotional when asked what life was like back then. They said: “It was joyful.”

That landed in my body.

Not “easier,” not “hard,” not “safe”... just joyful.

Can you imagine that? A life unburdened by climbing ladders, buying things to impress people, hustling for status or survival? A life where joy wasn’t something to “earn”, it was simply the default?

So... What Happened to Joy?

Is this why it always feels like we’re on the brink of collapse? Because joy has been buried under layers of striving, competition, and disconnection?

We can’t go back to the caves. But maybe that’s not the point.

Maybe the question is: How do we remember joy? How do we weave it into the way we live now?

Maybe this is what integration really is: Bringing the essence of what’s sacred, what’s ancestral, what’s wise, into this present moment, into this complex world, without losing ourselves.

The Power of Prayer, Reiki, and Being With Each Other

This week, I’ve been leaning deeply into prayer. Into Reiki. Into rest. Into surrendering to the larger Universe and trusting its flow.

And from this place, one simple truth keeps arising:

The point of being human might just be to learn how to live with each other.

And I don’t think we’ve gotten much better at it since those cave paintings were made.

So again, I ask: How do we love more? Not performatively. Not transactionally. But truly.

How do we love more in a world that tells us to compete? How do we root into joy in a culture built on scarcity? How do we become more human… again?