I think we will look back on this year as the year when it all changed. A righteous change. A needed change. A hard change but also one swaddled to surprising grace. Change is always such a fervent phenomena and its constancy is something our modern civilization has in many ways attempted to buttress itself from; stymying the flux and flows of the natural world in the unnatural isolation of our closed, urban worlds, drunk on a human supremacy complex, becoming ecological freaks breaking interdependent ties and pastoral sensibility.

Weren't we all praying for this in some way? Praying for the madness of our civilization and its catatonic progress to slow and outright STOP so we can address the horrors of ecocide? Address the collective psychosis that has clearly gripped us in millennial long onset? Be careful what you wish for, it goes. Indeed. Our wishes have been answered. But it wasn't a utopian overnight overhaul. It is and will be the continued sobering to our current state of reality after long treacherous momentum living in exile from the Earth; from Her...

If you follow my work, you know I have been on a decade-long odyssey now deeply seeking to reconnect myself to the Earth through excavations of my own indigenous ancestry as a European in this current incarnation. It became clear to me that this endeavouring is one of the crucial cures to colonialism and the ills of Western civilization; to remember the villages from whence we came and the pagan livelihoods that once bridled us to Her as devoted children of the Earth. You know as well that it is my passion moving forward to continue fueling this flame and light other torches waiting to recover a sense of the sacredness of our planet that we've long lost. And, finally, you also know that I have also become convinced that what we are witnessing right here and now is perhaps the fulfillment of an intersection of many global prophecies, including the ancient Gnostic foretelling of a time when the living consciousness of Mother Earth, Gaia-Sophia, would awaken within Her dreaming and, thus, awaken us via our symbiotic relationship with Her.

Perhaps, all of these changes are not conspiratorial orchestrations (though there's clearly duplicities at play in the government-corporate complex) but also because of Her? There is a provocative anecdote in the Nag Hammadi Library, an almost 2000 year old recovered text that gives us potentially the only direct, written knowledge of those ancient Europans, in which the Goddess Sophia, who the Gnostics revered as our planetary Mother Earth, confronts the chief Archon, who are ancient adversaries of humanity who the Gnostics believe enslaved us in an interdimensional tyranny. She scoffs at their arrogance to suppress our innate power that She Herself birthed and brazenly affirms that when we do inevitably awaken to our essential nature the genius unleashed then will inevitably inspire our breaking of these tyrannical shackles with such expediency that in a generation or two we will barely remember the dark ages that preceded a new age of golden light...

I share this now as this wondrous song and video by Olafur Arnalds has so moved my heart & soul. This serenely exquisite piano coda to unity also contains samplings of Shipibo chants that often accompany traditional Ayahausca ceremonies. But it is the video that is most striking for years ago I saw something so analogous in an Aya ceremony I experienced deep in the jungle in Mexico...

I experienced hell on Earth. I witnessed the grave collective sickness which has infected human consciousness as I saw the metaphysical plight of billions of my fellow humans succumbed to horrible illness that, worse, they were wholly ignorant of on a certain dimension, though it secretly ravaged our souls. It was a despairing ceremony for me and one I know many can relate to. Mother Aya as a proponent and emissary of Gaia's consciousness is that Grandmother elder voice who doesn't mince words but often shows us the raw and brutal truth. But, like a good grandmother, Mother Aya is not all callousness: in my experience, she always leads you into Her arms to be bathed by an ultimate embrace of the Great Mothering which ever-surrounds us though tragically forgotten by our severed civilization.

As my ceremony reached culmination, weary from internal struggles with the horrors I was being shown and from a dozen wretchings at least, I suddenly saw one of the most beautiful visions I have ever seen. In the sky, high above, I saw giant, luminous, 3-D sacred geometrical shapes, placidly floating down from the heavens in angelic parachutes, illuminating the night sky with a salvation of exquisite radiance. Mother Aya whispered sweetly in my ear not to fear all I was shown because all this time, within all the horror, this divine rescue mission was underway. That we were to trust. Be at peace. Hone in on those divine relations and make alliance with the grace ever-coming to know that so much more was in alliance with us. That a spiritual revolution was incoming...

I see the same resonance in this exquisite video. And since deepening my sense of Presence this summer with a third round of The Presence Process, I've been increasingly trusting that waft of Source that perpetually brims beneath the hubbub of chronos consciousness, constantly blooming insights of stunning revelation in my being from the beauty of kairos (divine time; eternity's shine). And in those insights, I have witnessed, nay, experienced, Gaia Herself, constantly speaking to me, moving in me, cajoling me to prepare for this change, this great turning. I have seen and felt the return of villages, pastoral symphonies of humanity running joyously back to the arms of the Earth and the magic of Her ecology. I have seen the power places being gathered round where Her ley-lines/meridians are being once again enthused to cultivate the great garden of Her love as our ancestors, I am convinced, once did in reverent acts of ardent geomancy. I see Gaia awakening and us in kind and a great turning toward an age called the Re-enchantment, that will cure all the ills that this disenchanted time has levelled upon us. I see a continual rapture in finding a vast human purpose rising to heal the great wound of separation from the Earth, from Her, from Goddess, and the remembering that it is truly Her wisdom which we are to constantly dance with to guide us into true unfolding of our original blessedness.

I know so many of you feel the same way and so it is: it is time to gather, returning to the old ways in new octaves of innovative brilliance that will honour what our ancestors were doing and continue their sacred work, picking up their sagacious threads. Aye, I think we will look back on this year as the year when indeed it all changed, like any well conducted initiation, whereupon a precise and skillful psychic death is enacted, one replete with alchemical skill and faith in eternity that leads us straight through the dark door into the glory of rebirth...Children of the Earth, Chidren of Her, Children of Wisdom...

"I believe that most of what was said of God was in reality said of that spirit whose body is the Earth." ∞ AE