As we hone our eco-spiritual sensibilities, we converge once again to celebrate the passage from one season to another. Our ancient ancestors always honoured these processions of Nature, the majestic moves of the Mother, as they keenly knew that we too are Nature. 

We are witnessing a truly next level occurrence of human consciousness now on the planet. And it’s not always pretty. Right now, it’s healing time.

My life has been touched so deeply by the wisdom of First Nations elders, teachers and Wisdom Keepers in ways that words can never fully do justice. So much of my soul and sense of the beauty and truth of the world has been resurrected by their eco-spiritual genius, profound ceremonies and healing ways and their great love for all creation. 

Indigenous wisdom is not savage or the whimsy of brutes but rather a hyper-advanced know-how that has constantly defied the understanding of colonial cultures. Ironically, as Western civilization comes to grips with its rampant idiocy concerning how to relate to the natural world, it would appear we are the less evolved. 

What if I told you that you are a spiritual master. Would you laugh or be perplexed?