Last night I had a strange set of visions as I was trying to fall asleep.
They were ephemeral and lacked the typical dream narrative.
The first was a hole in the ground out of which emerged a worm. The worm transformed as it was erupting from the hole into a terrifying serpent.
In quick succession, the next image appeared.
The next image was a an old wooden bridge shrouded in mist. I could not see across the bridge to the other side as the mist obliterated my view.
I have good recall of my dreams, but I was not asleep. Usually my dreams involve long narratives, not ephemeral images.
The visions can be interpreted.
The worm from the earth that transforms into a terrifying serpent is the transmutation of matter into the nuclear hell on earth that is Fukushima.
Plutonium and Cesium-137 are not of our planet. We have produced them in a terrible alchemy.
Like the sorcerer's apprentice, we have lost control.
The other side of the bridge is shrouded.
Will we survive the ongoing poisoning of our oceans and our air?
In Fukushima Meltdown, Takashi Hirose reminds us that "while there my be 'no immediate effects of irradiation, the effects will continue to surface slowly over a long period of time." (p. 65)
For instance, calculations of the radioactivity concentration of the Columbia River from Hanford suggest that if the river contamination value is 1, the egg yolk of a water bird will be 1 million times more concentrated (from Hirose p. 73).
We will not live on if our oceans and soil become highly contaminated.
What awaits us on the other side of that bridge?
I believe the answer depends upon what kind of beings we really are.
We are being tested and we will find out