Mother EAerth is reaching out to us with fierce intent. Of course, She whispers all the time. Every moment. To every being and every thing upon, and supported by, Her. Mother EAerth tells of Love and Life. And now She tells that imbalance is being forced upon her.
So ... superstorm Sandy was 1000 miles across at its fiercest. I have not done the two calculations - the area of Sandy and the percentage of that to the surface of Mother EAerth Herself - but that was a huge disruption.
That is why it is such a tragedy that the climate change deniers are not just content to be denial huggers, but want to suppress truth (by lies, of course). I hear no Reverence from the climate change denial huggers for Mother EAerth and all the wonders upon Her, including us. I hear no Reverence from the climate change denial huggers for Life. I hear no hymns from them of Gratitude. I do hear their frenzy though. Loud (very) and clear (though deranged).
The truth of climate change, right here and now upon Mother EAerth, is being fenced off by the creation of a parallel universe. Yet truth still exists and truth is being expressed all the time - every moment - by many of us. Everyday, "ordinary" activists who feel Reverence ... for the mystery and miracle of life.
I consider myself an activist artist - I tell stories to heal. To heal consiousness, individual and collective. In my novel Alba there is deep and fully felt reverence for Mother EAerth by the Weaver Women of Alba. I use many "techniques". These techniques are all with the aim of kindling, awakening, and re-awakening Reverence. Just Reverence. Once we have true Reverence for one thing upon upon the Breast of Mother EAerth, then we can have Reverence for all.
So, for example, I have my characters talk and tell of the Reverence they feel. That's a simple technique! And then resonance happens. And reflection. And Stillness internal. And a fire, some times, to "change" the course, content, and manner of one's life.
This is what Soay says in Alba.
Soay laughed. “And Mother EAerth, upon whose Breast you walk, by Her Grace, will lead you to the Golden Boar of Alba, for all paths are of Mother EAerth, and all only walk anywhere by her Grace. And all, awarely or unknowingly, are Guided by Her as to which path to walk upon!
Talitha, teacher of the Weaver Women of Alba says this at one point in the story.
"Kingdoms do not exist in truth. Kingdoms only exist in the whirling minds of women and men that make true things false and unreal. If you would fly as high as these first clouds this afternoon, and flew for a day and a night, you would not see kingdoms. You would see the body of Mother EAerth. She is the only land. And across Her can be painted webs of illusion. Or, across Her the Weavers can work, healing, uplifting, teaching, joining that that needs joining.”
And later Talitha talks with Moireaichd.
“That morning for that young girl, Moireaichd, was a chorus of whispers that changed that little girl’s life forever in this life. That young girl knew, without doubt, that we travel across this sea called Time. That Mother EAerth whispers to us all the time of wisdom. Hers is a song that never ceases. Just refrain after refrain after refrain. We are Guided to open at all times. That little girl learned that in a flash of light.”
One of the sacred dances in Alba is the Great Dance of Compassion. This is how it is described during the story.
And so, although the space was cramped and crowded, Duancan Danced the Great Dance of Compassion, as taught to him by his teacher, Moon Bear. When Mother EAerth hears this Dance, then She sends all of herself, winds, snow and rain, Sun’s light and Moon’s light, birds and buzzing bees, all to wash away the hurt and untie the departed. Until the place is healed.
And, lastly, Mora, succouring a dying soldier of Alba the Beautiful.
“And so I tell to you, warrior and soul, lover and friend and more.” Mora smiled again. “There is a Dance, young and beautiful man. And we are Dancing it now. But first let me tell to you what I know. Mother EAerth, upon whose belly and Heart we all, people and animals everywhere, live, is but a fragment, a point in the great sky above us. Mother EAerth is kin to a star. And you, hero and warrior and Soul-on-Your-Journey are a Thread. You are a Thread that is Woven upon the Great Loom of life. And as you are Woven, so all things are Woven, including Mother EAerth, each and every star and more. All. You, me, Mother EAerth and all the stars are Woven by an essence of pure Love. Your Thread, Cemoy’th, is Woven with all Threads. The sky, the Moon, the One Ocean, the birds of land and sea, all animals and the beautiful Golden Boar of Alba. All are Threads.”
Namaste!
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