16/01/2026
“Here’s how 3.5% of us can shut down a system built for war.”
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PAWS FOR PEACE
(A ritual of strategic howling and humble uprising)
Paws for Peace
in your inner or outer Wolf Fleece.
Halt the psychopathic march towards WW3.
Stand for 2 minutes daily, 11 am local time (or whenever you can), in silent solemnity.
Stand alone, with others, or monthly in community
howling with rage at the moon’s full luminosity—
unless it’s cloudy, then bring a brolly.
This is not performative.
It’s deceptive. Potent. It’s Strategy.
Together, we’re going to end the profanity of a system upon which,
just one of a handful of all-male, so-called “world leaders,”
pi**ed out of their minds on authority—
by decree of the flick of a switch—
could turn our beautiful, iridescent, 4.5-billion-year-old, blue-green living Earth
into a contaminated rock.
A dead planet.
For eternity.
But don’t fret. Don’t panic.
This is our time to shine.
Let’s connect—both inwardly and outwardly.
The magic number is just 3.5% pausing, in any nation.
Nurses. Builders. Teachers. The moral multitudes.
With safety in numbers, our Paws for Peace
will become a Strike for Peace.
Mass Walk-outs. Non-Violent Civil Disobedience.
The butterfly effect—but with claws. With teeth.
As one howl, rising across borders,
we’ll —
oil, media, bankers, arms dealers, and their political lackeys.
What will come after has already begun:
we’re upgrading democracy
through Citizens’ Peace Assemblies—
creating rules without rulers—
for peace, justice, sustainability and shared prosperity—
and an end to being all genocidey.
Monthly Peace Assemblies are springing up in our communities—
join yours or set up yours in your vicinity.
I look forward to meeting you cordially.
But why?
Why still?
Why, you posit?
Because elites on all sides of conflict need each other.
Divide-and-rule is their weapon.
Which, together, you and I are going to decommission.
Locally, nationally to globally—
whole systems within whole systems—
networks of cooperation.
Because without war—or the threat of war—
overnight, their power turns to s**t.
They’d be put behind bars. Or worse.
They have sleepless nights. Wakey wakey!
So they are acutely aware of it.
As are you,
you non-violent fighter of your inner and outer wolf demons,
you changer of destiny,
you brave, loving, and mischievous maker of history—
You know, as well as I do,
that this is crunch time.
Right now.
This is what we’re all here for.
It’s called evolution, baby—
to turn history into poetry.
So join us.
Join me.
You are far more powerful than you realise.
You are “nature saving itself.”
You are the fungal network.
The composter of the disease—
out of which, animals and plants, our children’s children
stand a chance to thrive
in peace and dignity.
We do not know what will grow.
But if we don’t Pause like we mean it—
I fall to my knees.
Yet I persist,
because even then, without my knowing,
my knees may have sewn the seeds of trees.
(P.S.)
See you on the streets—but also, take this into the woods.
We don’t have forests here.
Read it aloud.
Leave it under a rock.
Pass it on.
If you please. x
