This has been an emotional three days.
                I don't think I'm the only one that has been filled with
                tears.
                They are tears of joy.
                When our bodies become tuning forks, vibrating with
                words spoken by sisters that enter us and hum with
                truth.
                Tears of realization not only that we are not alone, but
                that we are one.
                Tears of recognition that all of us are on a journey and
                none of us have arrived at a destination.
                It's not just me.  It's all of us.
                Tears of relief to know that the path isn't supposed to
                be straight or easy or even.
                It's not just me that stumbles against obstacles.
                Gloria still does.
                Marion still does.  And even Sister Chittister does.
                When my daughter read the brochure for this conference,
                she said, 'Oh, mom, its it's so New Age.  Yoga,
                meditation.  Inner peace.  I thought it was going to be
                political.  The elections are two months away.'  Well, I
                understand her reaction.
                I would have had that reaction when I was 35.  Or 45.
                Or 55.
               
                Before I realized that if I was going to become an
                effective agent for change, I had some healing to do.
                And that things that we consider New Age, like music and
                dance and painting and drama therapy and prayer and
                laughter can be part of the healing process.
                I know that it was while I was laughing when I first saw
                Eve Ensler perform The Vagina Monologues that my
                feminism slipped out of my head and took up residence in
                my body.
                Where it has lived ever since ...
                Embodied at last.
  
              Up until then I had been a feminist in the sense that I
                supported women.  I brought gender issues into my movie
                roles.  I helped women make their bodies strong.  I read
                all the books.  I thought I had it in my heart and my
                body.
                I didn't.
                I didn't.
                I didn't.  It was too scary.
                It was like stepping off a cliff without knowing if
                there was a trampoline down below to catch me.
                It meant rearranging my cellular structure.  It meant
                doing life differently.  And I was too scared.
                Women have internalized patriarcy's tokens in various
                ways, but for me I silenced my true authentic voice all
                my life to keep a man.
                Because God forbid I should be without a man.
                Preferably an alpha male.  Because without that, what
                would validate me.
                And I needed to try to be perfect because I knew that if
                I wasn't perfect, I would never be loved.
                And as I sat on the panel yesterday, my sense of
                imperfection became focused on my body.  I hated my
                body.
                It started around the beginning of adolescence.
                Before then I had been too busy climbing trees and
                wrestling with boys to worry about being perfect.
                What was more important than perfect was strong and
                brave.
                But then suddenly the wrestling became about sex and
                being popular and being right and good and perfect and
                fitting in.
                And then I became an actress in an imaged focused
                profession.  And being competitive, I said, 'Well, damn.
                If I'm supposed to be perfect, I'll show them.'
                Which of course pitted me against other women and
                against myself.
                Because as Carl Jung said, perfection is for the Gods.
                Completeness is what we mortals must strive for.
                Perfection is the curse of patriarchy.  It makes us hate
                ourselves.  And you can't be embodied if you hate your
                body.
                So one of the things we have to do is help our girls to
                get angry.
                Angry.  Not at their own bodies, but at the paradigm
                that does this to us, to all of us.
                Let us usher perfection to the door and learn that good
                enough is good enough.
                There's a theory of behavioral change called social
                innoculation.  Maybe some of you have daughters.  Social
                innoculation.  It means politicizing the problem.
                Let me tell you a story that explains this.
                In one of the ghettos of Chicago, young girls weren't
                going to school anymore.  And community organizers
                weren't going to school anymore and they found out they
                didn't have the right Nike Jordan shoes.
                So the organizers did something differently.  They
                invited all the boys going to school into the community
                center and they took a Nike Jordan shoe and they
                dissected it.  They cut off one layer of the rubber and
                they said See this?  This is not a God.  This was made
                in Korea.
                People were paid slave wages to make this, robbing your
                mothers and fathers of jobs.  And he cut off another
                slice.  And so it went.
                Deconstructing the Nike Jordan sneaker so the boys would
                understand the false god that they had been worshipping.
                We need to name the problem so that our girls can say,
                'It's not me and we're going to get mad.'
                We also have to stop looking over our shoulder to see
                who is the expert with the plan.
                We're the experts.
                If we allow ourselves to listen to what Marion Woodman
                calls our feminine consciousness.
                But this has been muted in a lot of us by the
                power centered male belief center called patriarchy.  I
                don't like that word.  The first night Eve spoke about
                the old and new paradigm and never said the word.  I
                guess I'm too canvenous.  It's so rhetorical.  It makes
                people's eyes glaze over.  It did for me.  The first
                time I ever heard Gloria Steinem use it back in the
                '70s, I thought, "Oh, my God, what that means is men are
                bad and we have to replace patriarchy with matriarchy.'
                Of course, given the way women are different than men,
                maybe a dose of matriarchy wouldn't be bad, maybe
                balancing things out.  My favorite ex-husband Ted
                Turner -- maybe some of you saw him say it on Charlie
                Rose.  Men, we had our chance and we blew it.  We have
                to turn it over to women now.
                But I've come to see that it's not about replacing
                one archy with another.  It's about changing the social
                construct to one where power and its talisman, money,
                is not the chief operating principle.
                Now, governments -- there's this dual journey that we're
                on.  There's the inner journey, this New Age stuff which
                is critical and the outer journey.  Let's talk about
                governments first.  Governments normally work within the
                power paradigm and governments play a central role in
                making us who we are.
                An empathic government encourages a caring government.
                A greedy government leads to a greedy maybe.  A
                government that operates from a might makes right place
                creates a nation of bullies.  Envied perhaps by the rest
                of the world for its things, but hated for its lack of
                goodness.
                I first noticed this phenomenon of government when --
                many years ago I was making a movie in a little town in
                Norway and there was a party scene.  It was Ibsen's Doll
                House.  It took three days to shoot and I had a lot of
                chance to spend time with the local people and I kept
                thinking there's something very different about these
                people.
                It's -- what can it be?  There's no hard edges.
                And as I began to talk to them I realized it's because
                they felt seen by their government.
                They felt valued.
                They mattered.
                Pregnant women got free milk.
                There was maternity leave.  All the things that make
                women's and men's lives easier was addressed by their
                government.
                The only time I saw this addressed is Michael Moore's
                Bowling For Columbine.
                He asks this very interesting question.  The Canadians
                have the same T.V. shoes and video games and more guns
                per capita, but they're not violent.  Of course we
                don't lock our doors.  Are you kidding?  And then he
                interviews three or four teenagers in the parking lot of
                a fast food restaurant.  They look just like ours,
                tattooed and pierced and everything like that.  But they
                don't lock their doors.  And they said to him, of course
                health care is our birthright.
                And of course we are taken care of.  By our government.
                And that's the difference.  He didn't spell it out
                explicitly, but that's the message.
                I never told these stories in a context like this, but
                I'm going to tell you two stories.
                I went to Hanoi in 1972 in July.  And I was there while
                my government was bombing the country that had received
                me as a guest.
                And I was in a lot of air raids.  And I was taken into a
                lot of air raid shelters.  And I noticed that every time
                I would go into a shelter, including one which was in a
                hospital because I had a broken foot, so I was with
                patients in an air raid shelter during a bombing raid.
                And the Vietnamese people would look at me and ask the
                interpreter -- probably they thought I was Russian --
                who was this white woman.  And when the interpreter
                would say American, they would get all excited and they
                would smile at me.
                And I would search their eyes for anger.  I wanted to
                see anger.  It would have made it easier if I could have
                seen what I know what I would have in my eyes if I were
                them.  But I never did.  Ever.
                and one day I had been taken several hours south of
                Hanoi to visit what had been the textile capital of
                north Vietnam that was raised to the ground and we were
                in the car and suddenly the driver and my interpreter
                said, 'Quick, get out!"  All along the road there are these
                manholes that hold one person and you jump in them and
                you pull kind of a straw lid over to protect you from
                shrapnel if there's a raid.  I couldn't even hear bombs
                coming because they weren't raid.  I was running down
                the street to get into one of these holes and suddenly I
                was grabbed from behind by a young girl.  She was
                clearly a school girl because she had a bunch of books
                tied with a rubber belt hanging over her shoulder and
                she grabbed me by the hand and ran with me in front of
                this peasant hut.
                And she pulled the straw thatch off the top of the hole
                and jumped in and pulled me in afterward.  These are
                small holes.  These are meant for one small Vietnamese
                person.  She and I got in the hole and she pulled the
                lid over and the bombs started dropping and causing the
                ground to shake and I'm thinking, this is not happening.
                I'm going to wake up.  I'm not in a bomb hole with a
                Vietnamese girl whom I don't know.  I could feel her
                breath on my cheek.  I could feel her eye lash on my
                cheek.  It was so small that we were crammed together.
           
     Pretty soon the bombing stopped.  It turned out it was
                not that close.  She crawled out and I got out and I
                started to cry and I just said to her, "I'm so sorry.  I'm
                so sorry.  I'm so sorry."
                And she started to talk to me in Vietnamese.  And the
                translator came over.
                She must have been 15, 14.  And she looked me straight
                in the eye and she said, "Don't be sorry for us.  We know
                why we're fighting.
                It's you who don't know ..."
                Well, it couldn't have been staged.  It was impossible
                for it to have been staged.
                And I thought this young girl who says to me it's you --
                you have to cry for your own people because we know why
                we're fighting.
                And I'm thinking this must be a country of saints or
                something.  Nobody gets angry.  
                Several days later I'm asked to go see a production of a
                play -- a traveling troop of Vietnamese actresses is
                performing.  It's Arthur Miller's play, You Are My Sons.
                They want me as an American to critique it to say if the
                capitalists are really the way they look.  Two toned
                saddle shoes and a polka dot tie and I was like, OK,
                that will work.
                It's a story about a factory owner who makes parts for
                bombers during the second world war.
                He finds out that his factory is making faulty parts for
                the bombers, which could cause an airplane crash, but he
                doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to lose his
                government contract.
                One of his sons is a pilot and dies in an airplane
                crash.  The other son accuses a -- attacks his father
                for putting greed and self-interest ahead of what was
                right.
                Well, I watched the play and I kept thinking why are
                they -- why are they -- there's a war going on.  Why are
                they performing All My Sons, a Vietnamese traveling
                troop of actors in North Vietnam.
                And I asked the director, "Why are you doing this?"
                And he said, "We are a small country.
                We cannot afford to hate you.
                We have to teach our people there are good Americans and
                there are bad Americans.
                So that they will not hate Americans because one day
                when this war ends, we will have to be friends."
                When you come back home from a thing like that and
                people talk about enemy, you think, "Wait a minute.
                Will we ever have a government here that will go to such
                sophisticated lengths to help our people not hate a
                country that is bombing them?"
                This is the kind of government -- and I don't want to
                romanticize the Vietnamese -- it has not turned out --
                although we spend billions of dollars in tourist money
                over there.
                Anyway, this is what I mean by the role of a government.
                This wasn't an accident that people didn't look at me
                during a war with hatred in their eyes.
                Their government taught them to love and to separate
                good from evil.
                That to me is a lesson that I will never ever forget.
                So there's a dual journey to be taken.  There's an inner
                journey and an outer journey and there's no conceptual
                model for the vision that we're working for.
                There's no road map for the politics of love.
                It's never happened.
                Women have never yet had a chance in all of history to
                make a revolution.
                But if we're going to lead, we have to become the change
                that we seek.
                We have to incubate it in our bodies and embody it.
                When you think about it all the most impactful teachers,
                healers, activists are always people who embody their
                politics.  I'm going to tell you another story.
                I have been living in France for eight years from 1962
                to 1970 and I decided to leave my -- not my favorite
                ex-husband, but my first ex-husband and come home to be
                an activist.
                And I realized that in order to do that properly, I had
                to get to know this country of mine again.
                And I decided that I was going to drive across the
                country for two months.
                It was during the spring of 1970.  And as I was driving,
                Nixon invaded Cambodia.  Four students were killed at
                Kent State, two at Jackson State, 35,000 National Guard
                were called out in 16 states and a third of the nation's
                campuses closed down.
                I was arrested five times.
                But when I think back over those difficult two months,
                none of that is what I remember.
                I remember a woman who was on the staff of a GI coffee
                house in Texas near Fort Hood.  Her name was Terry
                Davis.  And the moment I was in her presence, I sensed
                something different.  It wasn't something I had been
                missing because I didn't know it existed.
                But I felt different in her presence.
                Because she moved from a place of love.
                She saw me not as a movie star, but as a whole me that I
                didn't even know existed yet.
                She was interested in why I had become an activist and
                what I was doing to get involved in the movement and we
                were planning an upcoming demonstration and she asked
                my opinion.
                And she included me in all the decisions to make sure I
                was comfortable.
                This was -- this was very new for me.
                I was 31 years old.  I made Barbarella.  I was famous.
                But this was new to me.  I saw the same sensitivity and
                compassion in the way she dealt with the GIs from Fort
                Hood at the coffee house.  Unlike others in the peace
                movement at that time she didn't judge the young men who
                were on their way to Vietnam.  She knew most of them
                were from poor rural or inner city situations and had no
                good alternatives.
                It was my first time experiencing a woman's leadership
                and it was palpable, like sinking into a warm tub after
                a cold winter.
                It was also my first time experiencing someone who
                embodied her politics, who tried to model in her every
                day life the sort of society that she was fighting for.
                She fought not only against the government that was
                waging the war and depriving soldiers of their basic
                rights, she also fought against the sexism, the power
                struggles and judgmentalism within the movement itself.
                During that difficult two month trip, it was this time
                spent with Terry that stands out most deeply.
                A harbinger of the new world beyond isms and archies
                that I could envision because of her.  She was in her
                power.
                I chaired the campaign for adolescent pregnancy
                prevention, so I can't talk about power without talking
                about choice.
                You know, I used to wonder how is it that the so called
                pro-lifers show so much concern for the fetus, the
                fertilized egg growing inside the woman, but so little
                concern for the woman herself.
                Or even for the child once it is born.
                And then I realized it's because this whole issue has
                nothing to do with being pro-life or pro-fetus.  It has
                everything to do with power and who has it.
                Throughout history many of the most patriarchial regimes
                and institution -- Hitler, Pinoche, the Vatican, Bush,
                have been the most opposed to women controlling their
                reproduction.  The life of the fetus is only the most
                recent strategy.  In other countries at other times it's
                been national security, upholding the national culture.
                There have been many strategies.
                But we have to understand reproduction and sexuality are
                keys to women's empowerment.
                Child bearing and child rearing is a -- they're complex
                undertakings that can't be decided by a medical doctor
                or by policy makers or aging bishops.
                Celibate on top of it.
                Because that makes a woman an object.  It dismisses her
                knowledge about her own body and her own life.
                And instead of enhancing her dignity and self-respect it
                belittles and disempowers her.
                Robbed of her reproductive health and contraceptive
                decision making, a woman loses an essential element of
                what it means to be human.
                We have to hold this reproductive choice as a basic
                human right.
                I want to talk about men for a minute.
                Because it's important -- one of the things as I've been
                through three marriages now and I'm writing my memoirs
                so I thought deeply about the marriages and my husbands
                and my father and I feel it has made me love them even
                more because I have come to realize that patriarchy is
                toxic to men as well as women.
                We don't see it so clearly because in some ways it
                privileges them and it's kind of - well, men will be men.
                That's the way things are ...
                But it's why men split off from their emotions.
                Why the empathy gene is plucked from their hearts.  Why
                there's a bifurcation from between their head and
                their heart.
                The system that undermines the notion of masculinity,
                what it means to be a real man, is a poison that runs
                deep and crosses generations.
                Fathers learn the steps to the non-relational dance of
                patriarchy at their father's knees and their fathers
                probably learned it at the grandfather's knees.  So the
                toxins continue generation after generation until now.
                We have to change the steps of the dance for ourselves
                and for our children.
                Gloria Steinem said in one of her books that we need to
                change patriarchal institutions if we are to stop
                producing leaders whose lives are then played out on a
                national and international stage.
                About four years ago I got to know Carol Gilligan.  She
                is a feminist psychologist who transformed the landscape of
                psychology.  It was like, oh, yeah.  Women are left
                out.  We better put them in.
                It's just fascinating. 
 I just want to touch on it very
                briefly.
                What I learned, which helped me understand my own life a
                lot better and the lives of the girls that I work with,
                it's when girls reach puberty that the damage begins.
                Up until then we -- you know, if you can remember, if
                you can think and remember how fiesty before and owned
                your voice.  And then this thing happened and we lose
                it.
                And of course teaching our girls to maintain resistance
                and not go underground with it is critical.
                And it's so important for mothers to own our power
                because, I mean, I've had a very difficult relationship
                with my daughter and I know why.
                I'm like her rehearsal.  I'm the one that's showing her
                what it's going to be like.  And what did she see?  She
                saw me giving away my power.  Marriage after marriage
                after relationship.
                And she's been pissed all her life.
                So it happens to us at 12, 13, 14.  But Carol Gilligan
                has three sons like Sally.  So she cares about boys.
                And she's researched boys.
                And she and her colleagues -- you know what they
                discovered?  The damage is done to boys around age five
                when they enter formal schooling.
                One out of ten young boys age five and six are on
                Ritalin in this country.  It's when they -- it's not
                even so much the parents are saying anything specific to
                them.  They're entering the world and the message is,
                don't be a a sissy or a mama's boy.  Forget your
                emotions.  They become emotionally illiterate.
                Understand what that means as activists.
                Of course girls are the agents of change.  You don't
                have to scratch very deep for us to say that's damn
                right.  Man, I remember when I was ten and it wasn't
                like that at all.
                But for boys, it's always been that way.
                They can't remember a time when they weren't entitled,
                when they weren't supposed to be this way, you know.
                They're at a tremendous disadvantage.  And we have to
                hold that in our hearts and especially those of us that
                have young sons or in my case grandson  -- my
                grandson is five and he just entered kindergarten and
                you don't think I'm vigilant?
                They need -- they need this combination of complete
                unconditional love and a lot of structure.
                But they have to be witnessed.  They have to be seen.
                Some adult has to be present for them.
                And talking about the heart and about emotions to allow
                our young boys to come up and be worthy of our
                daughters.
                So I want to say something about patriarchy and nature.
                I was on the board of the Turner Foundation.  It was too
                hard, but my heart is still there because -- I don't
                know.  I mean nature is us.
                Get this book.  Barbara Kennedy just wrote this book
                called the "War Against Nature".  And it talks about how
                the  Bush administration is the worst administration in
                terms of our environment.
                Every agency -- every agency that is supposed to protect
                our environment is now headed by someone who runs a
                polluting industry.
                And it was on NPR the other day and he told the story.
                In the Tongass National Forest, there were trees alive
                when Christ walked the earth.
                There are five, six, seven hundred year-old cypress and cedar that
                have been valued at $20,000 on the stump that are being
                sold to the Alaska Pulp and Paper Company for $1.89.
                This is 100 percent Japanese owned.  The trees are cut
                down and with the bark still on them they're shipped to
                Osaka Bay in Japan and they are stacked three stories
                deep underwater.  Bobby Kennedy saw them because the
                Alaska Pulp and Paper Company gave a million dollars to
                the Bush administration.
                I mean this is our irreplaceable national treasure.
                This is what our children will be able to -- should be
                able to witness and revere in nature.  And it's going,
                going, gone to some company that gave money to Bush.
                So that's another thing that we have to fight against.
                I'm fascinated by this link between control of nature
                and control of women.  It's very old, you know.
                Back in the 15th, 16th century, 9 million women were put
                on a rack or burned because they were different.
                At that same time Frances Bacon, who is called the
                father of reason -- he's the one who came up with
                knowledge is power -- that was his line -- and he said
                we must put nature on the rack.  Interesting.  They were
                doing it to women and they said we have to do it to
                nature.
                And I'm on a spiritual quest, and so when I began to
                read the Agnostic Gospels, specifically the ones found
                in 1945 in the deserts of Egypt, in one of them there's
                a new version of the Garden of Eden myth and it was an
                epiphany for me.  And I understood why in the fourth
                century bishops had to say this is going to the Bible
                and this isn't.  These books will not go in the Bible
                and they're going to be destroyed.  Only some very brave
                monks put them in urns and vases and they've now been
                translated.  Of course one of the things they say is God
                is in all of us.  That's very radical because it means
                you don't need hierarchy; right?  You don't need
                bishops.  We contain it within ourselves.
                But then listen to this version of the Garden of Eden.
                I felt like someone had said welcome home.
                God looks down -- God looks down and sees Adam, man.
                And he says something is missing.
                All atoms and molecules are there and everything, but
                there's no consciousness.
                And so he sends down Eve, life, consciousness.  The
                feminine spirit, light.
                She is dropped down and quickens the body of Adam into
                what today is our unique species.  We are the only
                species who can observe the universe.
                We can be observers.
                I always wondered how come.
                Why?
                It's the feminine spirit.
                We didn't cause the downfall of man.  We weren't an
                after thought.
                We quickened him into being.
                This incredible species that can observe God's
                creations.
                That was when I really understood what Marion keeps
                talking about when she talks about the feminine
                consciousness.
                And robbing us of this by saying Eve caused the
                downfall, it has cut us off from our life source, from
                our Eve.
                God intended for there to be a balance.
                That's why there's no archy.  A balance between man,
                strength, balance, assertiveness -- very important things to
                have.  And a woman, fluid in the present, connected to
                earth, intuitive, chaotic.
                Every human being has both of those.
                We live in a matrix that combines those elements.
                And the danger is when it gets out of kilter.
                And where the masculine rises to the detriment of the
                feminine in an individual, in a nation, or in the world.
                What happens, then, war, lust, power, denigration of
                what's sacred.
                So our task is to bring back the balance.
                In ourselves, in our families, our communities, and in
                the world.
                It's so hard because patriarchy has been around so long
                that we just think that's life.
                It's ordained.
                An argument can be made that there was a time in history
                when it was necessary to build civilizations out of
                societies that were hunter gatherers.  Somebody has to
                be in charge.
                But you can also make an argument that that paradigm
                has -- it's not only outlived its usefulness.  It's
                become -- it's destroying everything.  It's destroying
                balance.  It's destroying nature.  It's destroying men.
                It's destroying women.
                So our task is to bring back balance.
                Our task is to elect the least patriarchal guy.
                I vote for the one that says that terrorism has to be
                dealt with with sensitivity myself.
                And you know why?
                Because it's true.
   
             All the experts terrorism say you have to understand why
                young men want to blow themselves up.  What is the cause
                of it?
                Before the conference started we were talking about this
                issue and John Kerry has been made fun of by Cheney
                because he said we have to be sensitive.  But she said
                you know, supposing we had a president that would
                actually get a hold of Osama and said, "Let's talk."
                Remember the example she used about Gorbachev and
                Reagan.  And for those of you who weren't here the first
                night -- there was suddenly this thing happened where
                the arms race was turned around, was stopped.
                And someone asked Gorbachev what happened between you
                and Reagan.  And he said we talked.
                Talking.  There's a chemical change that happens when
                people really show up for each other.
                Imagine what would happen if we just sat down with Osama
                and said, 'OK.  Now, tell me what's the problem?'
                And we really -- it would be totally disarming, you
                know.  It would be great.
                You have to see a movie called What the Bleep Do I Know.
                It's playing to theaters in New York City.  It's a tiny
                independent company out of Portland putting this out.
                It's about quantum physics, Judeo-Christian theories and
                change.
                One of the theories is, it's an experiment done by a
                Japanese scientist.  It's true.
                The character in the movie played by Marlee Matlin, the
                wonderful deaf actress, she's in a subway and sees these
                huge vials of water and with photographs -- with
                photographs over them.
                The first one explains the vial of water was taken from
                a large body of water in Japan and the cells were
                photographed through a microscope, just random.  And
                they look very random.
                The second photograph was taken of the water cells when
                they had been blessed by a Buddhist monk.
                They were like snow flakes.
                They had reformed themselves into these beautiful
                structures because they had been blessed.
                And then there was another photograph of the cells where
                overnight the words "I love you" had been taped to the
                water.
                and again, they were beautiful.
                They had changed again into these wonderful shapes.
                And then there was another one where the words had been
                taped "I hate you.  I want to kill you."  And the cells
                looked like knives.
                They were jagged and they were ugly and they were
                dangerous.
                and this man comes -- this is true.
                This man comes up to her and says, it makes you think,
                doesn't it?  You know, if a thought can do that to the
                cells of water, think what it can do to you.
                And there's another story that's told -- I didn't know
                anything about this.
                In 1993 in Washington D.C, 4,000 people came from all
                over the world to meditate.  And they met with the
                police department in D.C. and they said we're going to
                meditate and the violent crime rate is going to drop.
                The police chief said, are you crazy?  In Washington in
                the summertime?  It would take two feet of snow to
                reduce the crime rate.
                Well, it did.  4,000 people from all over the world
                meditated for a week.  And the violent crime rate
                dropped 25 percent.
                And the police were blown away.  Totally blown away.
          
      What this says is change is so mysterious and we must
                not lose hope.
                Embodiment, intentionality can make the difference
                if there's enough of us.  That's why this conference is
                so important.
                If we can communicate through our hearts and souls and
                bodies what has happened to us today, that cellular
                change that has taken place -- do you feel it?  Yeah.
                If you can transfer that to the people you're going back
                to, we're going to become a tipping point.
                You know, what we're seeing now is the balance so out of
                kilter, so barnacled with the wrong kind of power and
                lust.  But think about what happens to a wounded beast.
                It's always right before the beast dies that it becomes
                the most dangerous.  And it thrashes and flails.
                But most of us who have been here today know that right
                beneath the surface, a great tactonic shift is taking
                place.  
I'll tell you why I know it.
                Have you ever been to Yellowstone National Park?  My
                cousin has.
                Yellowstone is the place in the world next to Siberia
                where the earth's crust is the most thin.  Where the
                molten interior of the earth pops out.  Old Faithful is
                the most well known example of this.
                But if you walk through the park you can see steam
                rising above the trees and over here mud bubbling up
                from cracks and crevices in the crust.
                I've travelled all over the world.  Sometimes with Eve.
                Sometimes on my own.  But I've seen the steam.
                And I've seen the mud bubbling up.
                And it's women and men all over the world that are
                starting to come through those cracks and crevices.
                It's an army of love and that's what we have to be.  We
                have to ripen the time and turn that steam and those
                bubbles into a volcano.
                So let's be a volcano.
                Thank you.
                Thank you very much.
                We're going to end this in prayer.
                We want to go out on a prayerful note.