The Re-Enchantment Chronicles (with Merlin Channellings) 01

If there’s one thing I often get triggered about on the whole concept of channeling it’s that in someway the person declaring themselves channeling a person or entity seems to be the sole benefactor of such higher comport and I thusly feel into a dense field of narcissism, potential or actual. What I have learned by sitting with this karmic knot, untying the wisdom therein, is that these beings that are channeled are not solely owned by the channeler but are fields of consciousness that can be apprehended by anyone. We are, after all, of the ALL and consciousness in certain dimensions is utterly unified. This hyper-connective space is both the magnificent space for sciences to discover as well as self-realizing human beings where we can bridge with such wondrous unified fields of awareness. We become like star-bright kin again, as we were wildly in the innocence of childhood when inhibitions had not divided our nations of humanhood and we blended much more in the delicious realms of play, unbridled and constant joy, melting us into flags of laughter, and the lucid and beautiful world of unencumbered love and affection for so many things.

And so when I brazenly declare that I am channeling the wisdom of Merlin let me equally trumpet that this does NOT make me special, extraordinary, aside from the extraordinariness of simply being human and continuing to deepen the actualization of our infinite potential. YOU and YOU and YOU can channel Merlin or any number of beings, things. This is essential to the magic of the world. Imagine, a kind of telepathic library system, the Akashic Records, ever-there, everywhere, in the infinite space of universe.

You can imagine at any moment that you are in an immense cosmic library filled with innumerable books of all wisdoms, knowings and experiences. The cool thing is this library is pervasive and immanent for it exists in the great cosmic consciousness of which we are all vibing, and of which the Internet, the World Wide Web, is but a material mirroring.

You can simply centre yourself, learning to navigate the multi-dimensionality of consciousness via state-shifting. Presence is the portal. Wonder and beauty is the inevitability. And yet, mindful meditation can indeed be a discipline, taking us to surety of metaphysical experience. And yet, another magic of the world is that it can happen AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT.

Nature is resplendent with lighting up the field of magical reality because it is Gaia denuded. It is the Goddess’s raw expression. It is more of Her primal power, drenching us with natural mysticism that bubbles and dances in this world that is Her Soul, what the ancients called the Anima Mundi. And so, a hike in the forest may suddenly find us caring fully at the blessed beauty of an emerald-coloured waterfall and then POOF we are drenched in downloads, riddled with revelation, scampering to journal or app to jot down the stellar arrows that have hit their mark in the bastion of our soul.

What a high joy to receive wisdom and become it through appropriate integration, stewardship, cultivation. We are thusly channels all the time in a way. Unified physics confronts the density of ego with domineering skill.

With intentionality, we may sit and enter the Akashic Library by some focused minding, gracefully plying open the doors to the higher dimensions where we might then intend to open the book of someone’s life whom we wish to learn from or to toss a ribbon of light from our heart to connect to their undying spirit. For it is told that great ones, masterful ones, remain radiant and robust with loquacious consciousness in the realms beyond. Who knows? Gnosis offers this: to find out for yourself; play.

Should we be cautious in looping our mind with another? Are we transgressing boundaries? Will we lose ourselves in another, sliding into schizophrenia? The rub of reality is anything can happen. The other rub is that we are masters of our chariot of soul-fire so then in the alchemy of freewill, what is it that you wish to create? For we are Creators as Divine as Creation itself. This is part of the spark that we are of the original light of Source and Great Mystery—we are creative. This is one of the highest blisses to know and best to embody.

In fact, this is one of the highest magics of the world, one so denoted through the wisdoms of the ages, carried ardently by many mystics, magi, sages, great ones all around. We can create our life AND we can create the world, in magnanimous rapport with Gaia, the Earth and the greater cosmic familia of spirit.

Many studies of magic are consistently wrapped up in mastery of the mind, of consciousness, and also our emotional nature and eventually all that we are. And yet, mastery doesn’t necessitate a dominating, alpha beingness (though in certain gusts of gusto it is welcomed) as it also necessitates a perpetual dance, collaboration, co-creativity, tantra with the profundity of communication with cosmic consciousness, of which our inner-world is the portal to—a more Ultimate Reality, where our Ultimate Self is irrevocably blended (as our Vedic ancestors have exquisitely bemoaned in heavenly hymns of stunning knowing).

Merlin chimes in: The reason so much falsehood and disillusionment is rife in the world is because we as a species are being collectively initiated into restoring and evolving the true sense of sovereignty, entailing emphatically that we all think for ourselves, know for ourselves, feel for ourselves and spend more time being with our deepest selves. This is why as intense as the corruptions in the world are to witness as they are exposed, in complimentary inspiration so too are the wonders of spiritual exploration, awareness practices, subtle energetic experiences and even the phantasmagoria of psychedelic therapeutics, all expanding the human mind beyond former smothering confines, awakening us to vast capacities of higher intelligence, awe before the mystical nature of the universe, now especially praised by sciences, and the sheer beauty of the multiverse.

This initiation is not initiated by something outside of ourselves. It is simply the inevitable cycle of which we find ourselves, call it Kali Yuga, Apocalypse, Time of the Sixth Sun, the new renaissance. Ride it, ride it hard as we burst through mental prisons to evoke the magic of the world. Our re-enchantment is inevitable by the boon of such an awakening. And then, we are dutifully and joyfully enthused to make that re-chantment into a radiance that ever brims from our cup, overflowing to so sparkle the world, igniting our desire to create such magic in the world, to impregnate the world with beauty and wisdom.

REMEMBER above ALL, that Avalon, the Celtic sense of the heavenly, is not a place but a state that we can all enter into and devotedly so the more we gain intelligence as spiritual beings, our soul captaining our lives. What is soul? What is spiritual beingness? These are the wonders for us all to tell stories of with the play and practice and art of our living. And then to share such tales, happily, even best with song and dance!

And so Merlin presides and I don’t know where he ends and I begin, as I’m sure many of us can attest in that murky realm of the supernatural where our ego dissolves a little and whittles our hardened self into something more nimble and light. It is a wise thing to come back to thy self, in a sweet kind of neutrality of the witness consciousness, which carries with it a certain fearless knowing of just beingness itself, which we also know is something so utterly and spectacularly mutual with all of us.

And so begins the Re-Enchantment Chronicles and where it will take me-us who knows? Yet I feel it needs to be clearly stated that the intention herein is that we are invited to focus more to all become gardeners of this great world, tilling it for the beauty waiting evermore in the field of its Great Soul, of which we are all part, bridled to in the unity of astral physics to greater Kosmos. Aye, there is great darks now in the world coming to view but remember ONLY because the light of our collective consciousness has become so enthused and powerful that is shining now like never before into the shadow of the collective mind of us and the world that holds so much of our past and present and future too in intuitive danglings.

What is unique to our age (perhaps!) is that so many of us are becoming so duly awakened and are now striding forth along this pathway of expansion and transformation. How blessed and wonderful! The numinous story now-upon us is what shall we do with our divine creativity, now so radiant and ruddy? And that is, beautifully, up to us all. So sleuth in the holy dark but always in the presence of our great, undying light—the consciousness of soul, blooming from the holy whole of which we are all seeking and finding. Let the magic of the world be our perpetual excitement to discover/recover and thusly embody and celebrate.

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pANDEMIA & Waking to the New Earth

It is already known to many that natural immunity is and always will be superior to vaccination. And the science is illuminating this truth, albeit quietly so as not to incur the scorn of many of their pharmaceutical and political benefactors.

We can see this most obviously in places where there is hardly any medical interventions in peoples lives during the pandemic and there has not been the apocalyptic disasters that many cautioned would be inevitable.

Ultimately, there are deep foundations of the pandemic that are showing themselves as patently confusing, even nonsensical, and increasingly a sham.

And a sham wouldn't be too out there, would it? Now that we know that the pandemic is the primary means being utilized to usher in far sweeping changes to Western civilization thanks to The Great Reset agenda being propagated by the World Economic Forum which sets policy for most of our nations.

Don't know what I'm talking about? Haven't heard of WEF's Great Reset or Klaus Schwab? I will give you the benefit of the doubt if you haven't BUT I must add that I'm deeply alarmed that more people don't know about this.

It's not conspiracy theory. It's just not talked a lot about in the mainstream media, at least to the point where it would be generally understood that, indeed, many of our nations' responses to COVID are being orchestrated by a global elite who are gradually pushing a transhumanist, technocracy.

If you don't believe me, don't hate the messenger. Look into it yourself. Paul Kingsnorth covers it immensely well in his latest articles on the mass vaccination program.

Many of us have been decrying these things since the get-go and we are increasingly being exonerated. I myself have been attacked profoundly, shadow-banned and all manner of censorship over the last two years. Legion have.

Now even establishment science is being censored. The snake is biting its own tail. It would be funny if it weren't so tragic because people have lost lives due to the medical malpractices being promoted by the mainstream media in its attempt to fill the coffers of its big pharma sponsors, while shutting out any talk of alternative therapies. These are truly crimes against humanity but the masses barely bats an eye-lash.

But the narrative is crumbling. Not a day goes by when more of it is outed. More of it doesn't make sense. Where more people are waking to the truth.

I have had several people in my circles who were following the government and all the official medical advice, got jabbed, etc. and now they've lost family members to vax injuries, are they themselves injured, have lost their business, are simply seeing through the bullshit and are waking.

As the narrative continues to rollout, it must do increasingly complex mental gymnastics to try and appear as if the authority on truth. And it's failing, comically, tragically, blatantly.

The more broad landscape is something I have been writing and talking about vociferously since this whole mess began: that modern medical science is glaringly inept at treating disease and that until it humbles its blockheaded arrogance and humbly asks for integrative support from the tantamount wisdom of its elder medicine traditions (holistic, alternative, traditional, etc.) we will be handicapped by a grossly narrow-minded view of healthcare that cannot meet our needs. Not even close.

Even deeper, we are witnessing yet another terrifying example of a vestige of colonialism, proudly and foolishly priding its 'modern innovations' in the face of the wisdom of nature which continues to always out-perform it.

I will not mince words, after seeing people I dearly love being killed by medical malpractice: modern medicine is a product of the same colonial savagery that genocided vast swaths of indigenous peoples who were unable to be witnessed and honoured for their natural genius because the colonizers were so lost in their supremacy complex.

Our colonial ancestors missed a vital opportunity when they came to the shores of Turtle Island/North America. They were steeped in collective insanity, having lost touch with their own indigenous wisdom and right relations with the Earth. They could have come to seek mentorship by the superior wisdom of the indigenous. Yet, instead, lost in infantile narcissistic collective complexes, they slaughtered them in horrendous displays of shadow possession.

And here we are again. Another defining moment where we continue to trudge on in our ignorant, anti-nature medicines. Only this time it's not working and it's too obvious. And that, in the end, might be the silver-lining to all of this. Enough of us might see the madness this time to stop it in its tracks and start to chart another, much more sane way.

There are immense meta-narratives that this pandemic is highlighting. We are truly reckoning with the greatest short-comings of a modern, colonial culture that has still much work to do to repair its intensely broken relations with Mother Earth. That is still the most pressing problem we as a species face.

As we exit another harrowing year when the salvation of vaccination came with the great hope of a return to normal and now exit to another year with the gargantuan collapse of such vacuous optimism, we have some serious reckoning to do.

As I have stated and will continue to cry from the rooftops, nature is always the way. But it's not a magic bullet. She wouldn't ever want it like that. Too easy, not adventurous enough. She wants us to be challenged because She knows the genius hiding deep in our wild flesh and luminous consciousness needs a good heroic journey to be activated. Thus, solutions often entail holistic, multi-dynamic methods.

She wants us to learn again how to grow our own food and be permaculture luminaries, wise yogis, strong warriors, alchemical lovers, holistic nutritionists, herbal medicine people, shamanic peoples. She wants a lot of us because She knows how joyful it is to live such a charged, meaningful, vital and long-life. And She can offer it all to us if we would just listen to Her wisdom; Her most excellent, ever-guiding wisdom.

As one of my late indigenous teachers offered time and time again, Mother Earth is our truest teacher. Nature really is the saviour. Not AI. Not a science that has aborted itself from the natural world and looks at nature with a subtle disdain. Not advanced technology and brain implants. It's simply what the wild is and what the wild tells us, both terrestrial and cosmic.

Our ancient ancestors, indigenous to Earth and Kosmos, knew this. This is why their sciences were sciences of life, planted deep in rich soils of nature, both ground and starry sky.

They began and ended with a reverence that begot a whole spiritual pathway, so wide, that everything in their lives was blessed as sacred. They wove the multi-dimensions together so that all realms of human learning were holistically bound and held together in a great unitive vision that spawned glorious mythologies that inspired us all collectively.

We are spiraling once again to such a Golden Age of universal truth, and this current ordeal of pandemia is actually the initiation putting our out-moded egotisms to death to then launch us into rebirth.

You don't have to be convinced by me. Just open your eyes wide enough. Seek the land again and the communities already burgeoning and busy with erecting societies of the New Earth. Many of us are tired of railing against the old and are already pioneering the new, in deep alliance with Gaia.

My greatest wish is that moving forward more of us continue to awaken and see through the lies without blame but simply with the willing enthusiasm to set things right.

We're all in this together, both wounds and wisdom. Our ignorance is a deep groove of generational traumas. I'm not here to shame scientists, for example, but to open up mature dialogues about where we are short in our comings. I don't think anyone can argue that with all of our supposed 'modern marvels' we had also managed to utterly destroy the natural ecology of the planet and put our very collective existence in the balance. That's nothing short of collective insanity. That's how important is to get honest about this.

I know each day more are awakening to these deeper textures of our transforming reality. Truth is unstoppable and humanity is just far too great and beautiful. The opportunity before us is marvelous, if we would work together for it. That's my intention anyhow now and forward. This is the Great Turning. This is the Shift of Ages. It was never going to be easy. But it was always going to be momentous, deeply inspiring, meaningful, harrowing, death-defying. And we wouldn't want it any other way. Heroism is needed and heroes we are, waking now from ancient slumber. Together, we rise, and only, together. And really only when that circle of holding-handed solidarity reaches out too to the hands of the leaves, the waters, the animals and plant teachers, and the wise-beauty supreme of Gaia...

Embracing the Sensitive Man

"The sensitivity of boys never ceases to astound me."

-- Rod Boothroyd

I believe something profound will change in the world when men are regarded more immensely as being highly sensitive beings in their own right. Not in comparison to or to take anything from the subsequent and equally significant sensitivity in women (as we can so easily fall into the fractured pain-blame-games still waged between the genders).

The challenge is our world, even in the throes of a dying patriarchy, has marked men harshly for so long in not being acknowledged or stewarded into an enduring embodiment of their softness, their tenderness and healthy actualization of their Lover within.

It's helpful to consider when working with men, relating to men or being a man yourself to recall the adorable sensitivity we embodied as boys; as delightful children.

If you watch male children, you will see the same universal beauty we celebrate in all children. That defenseless heart, brimming with unbridled love and the desire to connect with others and the whole world in endearing constancy and without any inhibitions chilling the mighty embrace of our unencumbered, innocent, holy humanness.

The spontaneous flow of feelings, easeful, tremendous in grace, brilliant in its effusiveness and even perspicaciously wise in its candour (have you ever asked children deep questions about life?). The constancy of smiles. The endless wilds of joy. The songs of laughter and yes too the paeans of grief.

All children remind us why humanity is so beautifully wonderful and sacred.

But then something happens. They grow up. Culture increasingly targets them, conditions them. The wounds of the West get them, that patriarchal hubris, that hangover of Christendom, that subtly and even grossly shames so many primal impulses or, worse, twists them into distorted psychological level-control mechanisms to initiate them as manipulatable consumers.

The division games are taught and intellectual dogmas that split and then arm masculine and feminine against each other, within AND without. The distorted duplicity of commercialism that exploits us for profits, manipulating us to so many amoral ends. And the anemic education system, bereft of deep sexual, psychological and philosophical cultivations, that leave our maturity hanging in the most precarious shape.

As men, that adorable boy is gradually locked up, buried under the morass of the tired story of 'boys don't cry' that still gets too much airplay.

And the noble Warrior, instead of being honed into a properly assertive, boundary-genius, is sold out to mercenary brutalities and stripped of chivalry by a love-repressed and honouring-scarce culture.

And, worse, when men can't express, shirk from vulnerability with quiet terror that hardens their bodies and terrorizes their soft hearts, they are met with frustration and judgment, no more than by themselves...

I recall years ago after my own sexual repressions and distortions caused catastrophic events in a loving partnership that I was met with shaming, fury and even abuse.

No blame. I was withholding, shadowy and wove illusions that crushed her when revealed. She spun into disillusionment. Angry as hell but really just heart-broken and grief-stricken. Her own wounds erupted and our love became a mess, although a teaching mess that profoundly moved us both.

It wasn't until after our relationship ended that she did deep therapy herself and began to understand the complex psychological wounding I was suffering from. Her heart grew wiser by that and she reached out for a healing dialogue.

She shared, as tears rained from both of our eyes, remorse and apologies for being so callous. It was a beautiful moment that utterly evolved both of our hearts. I am eternally grateful for her courage and strength to see things differently.

But it also made me think back at how often I myself had been shamed since a child for my desires, my affections, my proclivities, by peers, parents, culture itself in its broken mirroring. How often that happens to us all and then internalized as we become our own relentless and ruthless persecutors. It's a tired tragedy.

I know that's a human thing, not a man dilemma. Yet, our culture does a poor job acknowledging and stewarding the innocent sensitivity of boys into manhood, largely by discouraging their feelings, whereas women tend to be more celebrated for their emotionality. The deep scarcity of honouring the feeling nature of men has ravaged too many hearts.

It doesn't mean the rise of BETA males. Not at all. If anything, it redefines what ALPHA means.

It's a mastery of a man who can give love so fully he penetrates the world with his radiance and virtue AND yet can also receive love; be held; feel protection from those around him who have his back and women too whose embraces make his innocence feel protected enough to bloom the flowers of his vulnerability.

Boys do cry. So beautifully. So wonderfully. May they cry rivers that carry them through their manhood, blessing them with hearts full enough to feel enough to love strong enough to be real men; real strong, soft, loving warriors of soul...

Kings of the Heart, it is time to rise and to place love on the throne. It is time for the sensitivity in men to be honoured and made into the rightful balancer for all of our incredible mightiness. May it be.

Remembering Anishinabe elder, Nii Gaani Aki Inini/Leading Earth, Dave Courchene, of the Eagle Clan

Today I honour the life of one of my greatest teachers:

Anishinabe elder, Nii Gaani Aki Inini/Leading Earth (Dave Courchene) of the Eagle Clan, who transitioned peacefully today surrounded by his loving family.

Rest in sacred peace, mighty soul...

My most powerful memory of him was having the honour to undertake a Vision Quest/Rite of Passage in the wild of Manitoba years ago under his guidance. That experience utterly changed my life. In many ways it saved it too.

I had never experienced so deeply the aliveness of Mother Earth. At the time, I was already deeply communing with indigenous wisdom thanks to being a student under a Mohawk elder and her council of teachers. For two years, I experienced the deep medicines of fasting, sweatlodge purification ceremonies and many other learnings of the world of Great Spirit.

The sacred meaning of the world was immensely restored for me by those teachers and I will always hold tremendous gratitude for them.

Dave was one of my own teacher's teachers. I had always heard him spoken of as a mighty soul, almost as something legendary. And when I finally got to see him speak in Toronto, the power of his wisdom was definitely something to behold.

Yet, the Vision Quest, which saw me first journey to The Turtle Lodge, the amazing centre to regenerate traditional indigenous culture that Dave had founded in Manitoba, was of a whole other level.

I felt so honoured that Dave had decided to open the rites of passage to all peoples, regardless of race, religion or culture. And he did so at a cost of much criticism I am told. But he felt it so necessary that the indigenous wisdom he so deeply embodied be shared with the world. He knew it was vital for our species' survival. And that call is something I bear still powerfully in my heart.

Those three days spent on the land without food and water, receiving messages from Mother Earth, animals, the trees, the Sun, and so much more, changed me forever.

To this day it is still so hard to describe to others. To receive direct communication from Mother Earth in visions is something we all need to experience. As Dave always proclaimed, Mother Earth is the teacher of humanity and that is of the utmost importance for us all to experience. It has, in fact, become the great inspiration for the Gaia Awakening Institute project I am currently undertaking in Costa Rica to create a centre where humanity can restore such sacred relations with Gaia. I believe this is immensely vital for the survival of our species through the tremendous challenges before us.

My fondest memory of Dave was the Pipe Ceremony he gave us just before he sent us out to be on the land in solitude for the three days. It was a chilly and sunny morning in June and myself and the group of men, young and old, sat by the fire filled with a kind of trepidation at the adventure before us. To sit deep in the wild without food and water for days was a daunting mission and the weight of it was heavy.

Yet, Dave, like all great elders, had this perfect balance of stunning wisdom and absolutely masterful humour. No matter how dark the subject, he always brought a lightness that stowed the sacred fire in all our hearts.

After giving us a rousing talk to inspire our Quest on honouring the animals, who may come to visit us, as teachers bearing special messages, he was just about to lift his pipe when two eagles came soaring overhead. It was one of those magical moments that doesn't seem to make sense, seeing that he had just honoured the animals and then WHOOSH an eagle fly-by took place as if right on cue.

We all looked at the sky and then at Dave in astonishment. And Dave just laughed mightily, as he was prone to do, a laugh that would part the stormiest clouds and roared 'Looks like the Eagles are looking after you, boys!'

It wasn't the first time I'd witnessed nature respond to an indigenous elder with some uncanny sign of response but it was definitely the most blatant one.

I'll also never forget how at the end of the Quest, as we sat again around the fire and Dave raised the pipe to close us out, that a young indigenous man who had come to break an addiction to crack shared how on the second night, overcome with sickness, he had crawled all the way down from a hilltop in the forest to the sacred fire that remained lit the whole time we were on our Quest, looked over by Dave and other men who kept watch of us, praying for us in constancy.

The young man shared that he came to the fire, vomiting and utterly destitute, pleading for water and support. He shared that Dave merely looked over at him, laughed and said with fearless and ruthless humour 'Looks like the devil got a good grip on you, brother!'.

It wasn't uncompassionate. In fact, the young man shared how it made him laugh in the midst of his agony. And Dave then went to him with his rattle and prayed hard over him, pulling devils from his soul, bringing this young man back to balance.

I only saw Dave once more in Toronto for another of his legendary talks. He always spoke so clearly and poignantly about the need for humanity to connect once again to the world of Spirit and the guidance of Mother Earth.

I followed his teachings always through The Turtle Lodge, sharing them as much as I could, and even running some fundraisers for them through various events.

I watched how Dave grew increasingly in stature and influence, remarkably and deservedly so, hosting world leaders at the Turtle Lodge in the Indigenous Climate Summit initiative, to writing editorials in esteemed news publications to even sharing prayers on CBC Hockey Night in Canada. I am so happy so many got to experience the beautiful power of his soul.

I truly believe he is one of the greatest spiritual teachers that humanity has ever witnessed. He did so much for the world and for the regeneration of indigenous wisdom. I am certain his legacy will not only live on but his influence will now grow even more as he works the world from the spiritual realms.

That Vision Quest was one of the toughest things I've ever had to do in my life and also one of the most rewarding. But the toughest thing was going back to the city and civilization after witnessing truly how sacred the land is.

Dave warned us of that. He said that when we went back to society, cities and the land of humanity, that it would break us because we would see why we have grown so mad because we no longer let Mother Earth teach us and guide us.

Our loss of connection with the wisdom teachings of Mother Earth is the greatest devastation humanity has ever experienced.

Dave told us, passionately, that each and every day we need to go to Her, somehow, even if just for a moment to be with Her in a nearby park or with a tree in our backyard.

Every day he taught us we have to connect with Her as if our life depended on it because, as I had clearly now seen, it did. My Goddess, it did...

Dave leaves a magnificent legacy with The Turtle Lodge and all the initiatives connected to it that he spawned. He also leaves the legacy of the countless lives he touched.

I love you, Dave. You gave me one of the greatest experiences of my life that has forever inspired me. I honour you for all of my days and with every step I take in my own endeavours now to repair our relationship with the wisdom of Mother Earth, knowing you are with me.

May you rest in peace and continue to touch the world now with your eagle wings powerfully radiant and spread wide open to fly in the worlds of Spirit and continue to emanate your mighty wisdom to us...

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And for those wishing for a deeper dive into Dave's remarkable wisdom, please watch this documentary The 8th Fire: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTFd1AIxHQY...

TO A FUTURE WHERE INDIGENOUS PEOPLES & INDIGENOUS WISDOM IS ONCE AGAIN HONOURED & REVERED AS BEING ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL EXPRESSIONS OF OUR HUMANITY, INSPIRING AND SUPPORTING OUR RETURN BACK TO HARMONY WITH MOTHER EARTH

Surrendering to the Beautiful Mystery of the Earth

A profound possibility happening right now is that humanity is awakening to the realization that we do not know who we are.

We are realizing that our concepts about self and reality have somewhat missed the mark.

For those living in cities, this is particularly accented. Surrounding us at every turn are constructions of the human-mind, prejudiced in colonial constructionism of cities, where nature is far out-numbered by the creations of humans. It’s not inherently bad but it is imbalanced.

Over such a time, we become more identified with the egotism of the human mind and gradually have lost touch with seeing nature as not only of equal importance (which would lead to cities being more interfaced with the natural environment) but also revering it as our ancestors so mightily did and many indigenous peoples still hold to as a lovely law.

I say lovely because to honour nature, to honour the Earth, Mother Earth, opens up a whole other sense of the world that modern humanity has slowly lost strong touch with. And that world pours in a lot more beauty and truth. It’s the beauty many of us are so moved by when we witness an indigenous person speaking about Spirit or leading a prayer song that gives thunder-wings to our hearts, or to witness the sagacity and care by which they tend to all their relations, meaning honouring and respecting the many diverse life-forms and elements of the land and this natural and wonderful world.

I’ll come to it again: we don’t know who we are. A large swath of humanity has been so civilized that it was lost connection with the equally inherent and significant wild in them. Or another way would be to say we’ve lost touch with the Earth, with Mother Earth, Her.

As we witness many of these egoically human-centered systems now be jostled by its former and frustrated dance partner (Mama Gaia), I’m sure many of us are having liminal moments, even just going about the mundanity worldly tasks that litter daily life, where we might stop in our tracks and stare at a bunch of human-constructed buildings, with all those straight lines that Picasso said were blasphemy. And we might wonder enough to feel a strange loneliness there that has been howling deep in our soul for some time but simply covered with so many images, videos, digitized mediated information that we lost utter touch with it. So distracted that we don’t know anymore about just being or letting waves of contemplation in tiny hours amongst trees to bring us the balm of self-reflection.

We may find ourselves, as if magnetized, being pulled to parks, to the countryside, to travel to pristine environments where the Earth and Her wild are pure, with no real intellectual reasoning rather than a call in our heart so captivating that our will seems to be gliding into the grace of flowing there with a sweet surrender.

We may in those moments, wherever we are (for all is Her world), wonder so much that suddenly we are mysterious. The world is mysterious. And, aye, that might make us twinge with a mediated fear of suddenly being somewhere else where the human ego is no longer dominant, where there is another, a presence all encompassing that we are both deeply aware of and somehow familiar, and yet also profoundly anxious and even fearful of.

We got so busy, obsessed, fascinated, lustful about knowing about the world in a reasonable way, with numbers, and even with the strange affection for flexing our power and seeing how far we could dominate and fuck with nature, not ever thinking for a moment that She could fuck back. Well…welcome to Her fuck-back.

She won’t tolerate this for long. Long to us may be a couple of millennia and seem, well yeah quite a chunk of time. For Her it’s maybe the space for a long, exultant sigh, a shake of Her head, perhaps even to make one resolute decision.

Photo by Jason Ortego (Unsplash)

Did She wake us up?

Some prophecies say powerful and magnificent things to the like. Either way, it’s clear now as Her waters rise, Her winds grow ferocious, Her fires burn, Her communication grows louder, that She’s getting our attention. And by attention, also informing us of something supremely important: you need me.

Need is a weird concept to most of us but it shouldn’t be. We all have needs. We need to eat, to breathe, and as science continues to hone in on the psyche more needs are found in the cultivation and sustenance of a delighted human being (which I think is a beautiful summation of how a healthy mind-body-souled human should be—delighted, in that sonorous contentment when all is well and trusted to be well). We need cuddles, we need to be and feel loved. And touched. Lots of touching. Skin touched and soul touched. And, lordy, we need dancing, I would conjecture too, and that singing is eternal medicine. Ancestors know oh how they know.

There might be some high on AI and techno-fanciful ideas that we can just fly off to Jupiter or something and live as galactic beings. But I don’t think that would go over well with most of us. We love the Earth too much. We need Her and we know it and the deep of that knowing is opening like an ocean right now.

We need Her for life. And I think that is startingly clear as much as transhumanism (the peak of the human supremacy complex) might try and rub Her out. Heck, they even named, knowingly or unknowingly, the first robot after one of Her ancient names: SOPHIA. Truly, we are all of Her names…

But we don’t just need Her for life but a beautiful life. The most potent indication of this is in the rife cynicism and downright fear we have about the world, which is largely the human-constructed world (don’t miss that beat). Modern civilization is just not fulfilling at a deep enough level for us to touch the rare jewel of contentment, which the Taoists define as natural joy. Now that is something worth pondering.

The meaning of this world, our world, just doesn’t satisfy. And all the division, the rioting, the frustration and teeming fear, is but telltale signs.

And yet, the moment we go to the wild, in nature, hiking a pastoral trail, before behemoth mountains and the unparalleled and cuddly quietudes of wilderness, nuzzled by birdsong and the mystical symphonies of insects, suddenly a soft and slippery meaning begins to materialize deep in our hearts. We begin to feel peaceful. The air, clear and true, cleans the noise of our minds. The armour we inevitably wear to go about modern life in all its (touchless) hardships melts away. Our body gets to a little melting. Relaxation blankets us and paradoxically feeds a vital regeneration. We are more energized but not in a caffeine-crazed sharpness but a deep and dense filling up that is just delicious.

If our phones are away from us, even sleeping in our pocket, and we maybe sit, even with friends, to take it all in, turn up the volume of our sensuality, we might just start to sigh with Her and feel a natural goodness bubbling up like a spring from the Earth into our blessed bodies.

We may become so full with wonder at all this magical seeming happening that we start to feel wonder-full. The fear of not knowing what we are, that is the ground of our constructed being, trembling as always in cities and the human-centered world, dissipates slowly.

She reaches out and coddles us to the bosom of nature and though our intellect can’t quite grasp why, we resiliently feel more beautiful.

We might just be able to be brave enough to inquire. Why do I feel so beautiful? And the heart might be attended enough to be heard: because you’re with the Earth.

We are part of the Earth.

We can’t know what we are without knowing about the Earth, deeply, continually, like a lifelong relationship.

Because we are the Earth…

A wise woman friend was riffing beautifully before me about deep matters. She said: I am the Mother. I am the Mother moving through me. Her eyes flashed like wolves dashing under a full moon.

It can be wonderful to not know. Imagine that?

The human-centered world is jostling to be sure and She is breaking through, just as foliage is in constant rebellion of containment, as we humans are prone to do to it. Sure, we can make boundaries for our dwellings but when those dwellings become mega-cities and whole industrial civilization, that containment of nature gets overwhelming, domineering, over-controlling, which leads to all kinds of troubles.

Yet, She is too powerful. She is law, as much as the civilized don’t know. But indigenous peoples know.

Something I adore about the indigenous peoples I have met and some befriended is that those wise in their Earth-devoted ways carry that natural joy everywhere with them. It doesn’t matter what the adversity, no matter how terrible, they always exude a great trust in being a part of it in some meaningful way that always provides hope and courage.

That natural joy is one of the most beautiful things to witness embodied in a human being. And it’s based on knowing the Earth so well and wonderfully that we always feel Her care. The mother is moving through them and that sacred power is palpable.

Is it any wonder that many Native Americans regard the divine as The Great Mystery? Braid that to the culture of Mystery Schools of the ancient worlds of Eurasia and perhaps even around the world and we start to get somewhere. Yet, mystery in the modern world is something we need to always figure out, quantify, science it. And sure, we can peer into nature and discover awesome knowings but the wisest know that there will always be something out of reach, where that reaching hand just melts into the ethers and it all becomes well, you really have to find that one out for yourself…

Who are we? What is humanity? What is our purpose in this mysterious universe and on this enigmatic Earth? Is there a purpose? …and who am I in this all?

Those questions are such blessings. It’s such healing humbleness to let them in. Because as our human-centered world is broken through by burning forests, tidal waters and fierce storms, we might just want to wonder if it’s not the end of the world but the beginning. Perhaps it’s just Mother Earth breaking on through so that we remember Her; re-membering with Her, and in so doing another world starts to bloom after a long dark age, which to Her might have been the time for one cosmic frown.

Who are we? Maybe She’s racing close to the ears of our hearts to tell us. Maybe. May it be. For Goddess knows, She knows something, I would daresay. They didn’t call Her wisdom for nothing.

So I invite you, the next time you are with Her, in Her wilds, before something natural that beckons you to the holiness of spontaneous reverence, open wide the sails of your heart, and ask that question about us, the holy WHO, and wait until Her winds come to take you somewhere. And I promise you, from many moments of my own subsequent sailing, that wherever She takes you, it will be beautiful…

A Call For Love

NO.

You are not going crazy. You just have a mind that is far, far more based on innocence than you might realize. We are tender, naive folk. Detecting deception, according to our ancient Gnostic ancestors, is not even our natural proclivity. It seems that we were born to inevitably fall into ditches. And yet, we were also born with a 'divine spark' (the epinoia) which is linked to the imaginative faculty but is much more, I believe. I believe it has something to do with our ability to adapt; to innovate, not just external technology, but internally to even reconfigure; the ecstatic thrust to evolve and ever-transform. Thus, deception is not so despairing an experience. In fact, it might just be a damn good workout for our soul power (satyagraha, as Gandhi decried).

2020 has been a collective cup of Ayahausca and we are really just in thick of, say, the 2nd hour, when purging is commonplace, exorcisms also, and truly the dark night of the soul is being forced upon us by the ferocious compassion of the Dark Mother aspect of Goddess (who Ayahausca devotedly invokes). Chaos is becoming that much more real. Systemic collapses are no longer just on the horizon but are trembling the very ground we stand upon. There's an ancient trigger for civil war brewing in the USA but really think of it as projection and then what civil war is breaking out within our souls.

Deception has done a number on us, for sure, and it's seemingly impossible to know what the fuck is true in the media miasma, the corrupt corporatism, the circus of politics, the tsunami of dishonesty, the viral divisiveness, the emotional plague (kudos for that one, Wilhelm Reich). I swear there will come a breaking point where we will realize as a collective species that perhaps our silenced and persecuted ancient ancestors were right all along: that we have been collectively possessed by nefarious extra-terrestrials (Gnostics dubbed them Archons). Moreover, it will become acutely clear how vehemently important truth is to be discerned and conveyed; how shamanic societies knew this and devoted whole systemic cultural methods to make certain that mindfulness practices were pervasive so that we could hold to sanity and resist the insanity that becomes us as we are victimized by the duplicity of psychic invasion. The truth is stranger than fiction couldn't be more understated. Not now. Not ever. It's why mystics were closest to truth, teetering before what appeared madness to those impregnated by the status quo. The true spiritualist is always a sacred weirdo but for those who are woke to the beauty of an individuated being, weirdness is something to revere. Is it time to get collectively freaky?

I daresay if I was President I'd hold nation-wide ecstatic dances, make psychedelic medicines available to all, administered by integrative shaman-doctors. I'd bring back the Hieros Gamos rite, meaning every would-be King would have to be ultimately tested by a High Priestess in a special ritual where he would have to make love to her and bring her to the highest ecstasy of sexual and loving bliss to display both his power and tenderness. If he wasn't able, he wasn't fit to rule. The ancients knew some things, did they ever. I'd do much more too because by Goddess if we are really going to enter into a time of healing (as some callow politicians are currently advising) it will take a revolution of love, not bland mediated soundbytes by those who are most culpable in our mass manipulation. Have we had enough of that yet?

Maybe we are going crazy after all...Eckhart Tolle diagnosed us as collectively insane after all in the friggin' introduction of The Power of Now in one of the most sobering spiritual presages I've ever read. But truly, what is more important to remember is that despite whatever collectively instability is fever-pitching right now, our essence is something altogether mighty and noble. We are defiantly good. I believe it to the marrow of marrows. Our essential goodness is our original nature. And even the dastardly ET predators are just part of a drama of our unfolding and their own. My take is that they are teaching us something of vital importance and vice versa. Some Gnostics even said they are our teachers and my own enduring contemplations on the matter have convinced me that they are indeed testing our spiritual mettle only to have us turnaround to mentor them once our own soul powers have been vivaciously unleashed. When I consider what drew me after all to spirituality almost 20 years ago it was simply how heroic and amazing spiritual humans seemed to be, as if they'd figured out a secret path to unfolding the most excellent aspects of our humanity, becoming radiant beacons of virtue, timeless wisdom keepers and even supernaturalists of miracle magic.

It was no irony that my spiritual awakening was paralleled by the epilogue of my Media Studies at university which awakened me to the profound dark conspiracies afoot in the military-industrial complexes of our corporately fascist civilization. It seemed to me we were powerless before great lords of doom. And yet, before the spiritual masters, I felt hope; hope in the power of love and goodness to deconstruct all the demagoguery with the imperial simplicity of unrelenting kindness and spiritual sciences of oneness that sliced through all the vicissitude of egoic knavery. I knew, with great tears streaming from my eyes, that if we just were good to each other, despite it all; that if we just loved, heaven would become earth, by the single beat of a fully open human heart...

Naive? Probably. Childish? Guilty. Hippy dippy? I suppose. But on the other hand, yes exactly. We are, as I stated, born naive, innocent and those of us most individuated from my observation reclaim something of our child that never should have been exiled by the cunnings of social conditioning anyways. Remember that once? That unabashed lovingness? That uninhibited, constant laughter? That wish to continually embrace. The cuteness that hides still irrevocably, adorably, behind all this civil armour. I think we have far less to defend against than this world would have us believe. I think if we all just denuded in a field together under the warm sun, danced to some beautiful music and allowed our bodies and minds to be free we might believe in God all at once, together, in a united eruption of terrestrial joy...

I love you all. Whatever fucking side you're on, my gosh I just love you. Because I've gone deep enough in my own self-inquiry to find that field Rumi was talking about. You know the one, right? The one beyond right and wrong? The one where we are all naked, human and just naturally beautiful? We gotta lean into that, so hard, so fearlessly now. Our world depends on it. Now. More than ever. Forever...