We have created an unbalanced world because we allow rule by dominant male energy, which so often ignores the nurturing and compassionate energy of feminine energy and the Divine Feminine.We have also given our power to some of the most divisive religions imaginable. By all means, enjoy your own religious/spiritual beliefs but when we attempt to impose these beliefs on others–often creating war in doing so–we cross a line we should not cross. Each soul born on earth is born to choose his or her own walk. We only have to look at the Middle East to see this sad situation at its worst. However, it also exists within our own societies and grows less subtle each day.
Regarding the issue of living in a harmonious word, we also need ask ourselves if it is necessary to kill other life forms to satisfy our appetites. As I leave these ideas with you, I include below an important message from The Aquarian Passion Play.
Thank you ,
The Planetary Deadline from The Aquarian Passion Play
“If we could look down from outer space upon the Earth with clairvoyant vision we would see the auric field of the planet as a murky ball of seething mist and fog. We might stand aghast at beholding this great dark cloud of subtle matter, which would evidence itself to be of a density and thickness that indicated not only impenetrability but also those conditions that are unfavourable to life and which make all things appear unclear and distorted.
Thus it would be appreciated that there is a pressing need for change and global decontamination, for preparation for all those upon Earth who would be ready to weather well the approaching purificatory storm and, moreover, who would take advantage of it. The effects of the cumulative and harmful thought-patterns and attitudes of humanity are pervasive worldwide, and are sorely evident today not only in the lives of mankind, but also upon the physical planet.
Man has generally treated the Earth with gross disrespect for far too long. He has regarded his home together with its mineral, vegetable and animal kingdoms most carelessly, and has repeatedly demonstrated an attitude of negligence that expresses the erroneous view that the resources of the planet are for his own selfish use and exploitation alone. Humanity, as a whole, has completely overlooked the fact that Mother Earth – Gaia – is a spiritual being, engaged in her own evolutionary development, and lovingly endeavours to provide a perfectly balanced environment for the peaceful and harmonious existence of multifarious life-forms, including human beings.”
“Today man stands at the decisive crossroads of his fate.”
Major Wellesley Tudor Pole – 1960
By Michael Brine
The “Winds of Change” are blowing across this world of ours and it is because of an awareness of this that I have chosen to write these articles over the last several years. I am fully aware that there are those who may question my ideas, or that I touch on sensitive issues relating to their faiths, perhaps creating some discomfort. No insults intended. Happily, I also know from responses I’ve had, that there are a good many who are supportive and even intrigued by some of the insights penned. This, of course, is encouraging.
Let me be clear. These “insights” are not just mine; they are shared by many others around the world. This realisation is because of the new element we are able to use in this ‘modern’ world we now share – the Internet! In the past, many of us felt we were operating in isolation, but the internet has brought us all together and with the happy awareness that we are not alone in our understanding.
The old ways no longer serve us. We must be open to change. Like it or not, change is happening. Its intensity will only be increasing as we move forward into this new awareness that is lighting the path now unfolding before us. The litter we are leaving behind must be seen for what it was, and the damage it has done to the human psyche. Control through fear can only exist in darkness. A new light dawns. A new awareness is being felt. The darkness is fading, and a new dawn is spreading its Light across the world. Hope is being replaced by a new inward surge of understanding and an inner awareness that is beyond words: Love.
It all boils down to awareness – awareness – awareness! Searching for a clearer path and knowing has been an interesting journey for me. Opportunities came and went, and like a dog I would sniff the air, put my nose to the ground and follow a particular scent, check it out, piss on the odd tree, and then move on–or not. It all boiled down to awareness!
I now realise that there is no room for me to distrust or to give my power to fear; instead, I have compassion for how much unawareness there is–part of the sad conditioning of sick civilisations that are in need of undressing. By this I mean, throwing away our soiled clothes, spreading our arms, and welcoming the breeze of Love that can now begin to caress us in a warm embrace. We have to trust enough to risk undressing, exposing our vulnerabilities with AWARENESS! Until we can do this, mistrust will continue to be the influence and we will bow our heads and weep.
We only have to look at Syria or Iran and their pathetic leaders to see the seeds of distrust once again sickening their people, as well as humanity as a whole, into another ocean of despair. Once again, we see the religions mankind–and I mean ‘mankind’–has created, purposely gaining control through fear. Once again history repeats itself, and we have learned nothing, OR have we? Those beautiful and special Messengers of the past that have blessed humanity have had their messages of Love so disembowelled to satisfy a lust for power by men that it has divided us from each other–sadly, so very successfully. Satan himself couldn’t have done a better job!
Well, now wait – listen — there is a “Cleansing” about to take place the likes of which we have never seen on this Earth before. In the meantime those who are waking up and have garnered a degree of awareness must sit on the sidelines and watch in sadness once again, as in Syria and Iran, but also sadly at times, even within more individual situations. The amputations of the heart casts a shadow of fear over the human family.
Be prepared. The storm IS coming, and when it has unleashed its fury, it will pass; then there will be a silence across the lands and oceans, the likes of which have never been experienced before. Then – slowly — there will be a slight breeze that will begin to caress us – and like a quiet whisper we will begin to hear its gentle voice – and our awakening to a new dawn will hopefully begin. A new Sun will begin to bathe us in its fresh and gentle light.
In the meantime we must trust who we are and find peace within ourselves, for you are me and I you, and the embrace will go out to enfold us all after the storm. Storms are for cleansing – remember how fresh the air is after one? Remember?
By Thomas O. Mills, May 2012
Author of: The Book of Truth
You have to ask yourself why any Native American Elder would want to talk to us. What good have we ever done for him? What is this deep-seated understanding that he has inside that makes him want to share his knowledge with the people who have taken all the best from him and the land he loves?
His Ancestors had free, clean water in every stream, free housing for every family, free education for every child, free food for every meal, and no fences, bills, pollution, taxes, boundaries, countries, or money. John Lennon dreamed about this kind of life; he wrote a song called Imagine, and many of my elderly Hopi friends still imagine that the world could be this way. They miss, very badly, those old days of peace and tranquility, but that is not the reason the Elders talk.
The Elders see what drugs and alcohol have done to their sons, daughters, and grandchildren. They know that the food we eat, the way we treat our livestock, oceans, air, insects, and fields is not correct and causes many health problems for everyone. They know that government-controlled tribal councils were created to provide a link between the government and the Native Tribes, to steal their culture, land, coal, oil, and water, and then claim that the tribe wanted it that way. They know all these things, but that is not the reason why the Elders talk.
The Elders know that today is our day of plenty. Grocery stores are full of food from all around the world, plenty of electricity and natural gas to heat and cool our homes and business, plenty of land to buy and sell, and plenty of credit to do all of these things, but that is not the reason why the Elders talk.
The Elders were told that a majority of all the people, from all four races, will never understand what they are trying to communicate. They are looking for just a handful of listeners, to hear and help them, but for some reason the majority of the people they talk to have an obstruction in their ears and the words of the Elders do not enter their brains; they just bounce around the room like the sound of a beating drum.
They use hand gestures, lines in the sand, carvings on rocks, paintings, and ceremonies to convey their message but very few pay any attention to them nowadays. Non-Indians try to put words in the Elders mouths and young people of their own tribe even make fun of the elders and call them names, laugh, and imitate their gestures, after they go through the white man’s public school system. But still the Elders talk.
The Elders I knew learned from their elders the prophecies passed down from their elders, all the way back to the Guardian Spirit (Kachina) known as Massaw’u, who gave the Hopi permission to occupy this land after a great flood. He told them what signs to look for in the future to tell when this world event might happen again. Massaw’u was the original prophet. The Elders alive today do not clam to be prophets or try to foretell things as if by some divine inspiration. They are just repeating what was told to them in the past by their fathers and grandfathers exactly the way it was told to them.
Massaw’u instructed the Hopi to repeat his stories to future generations and he also told them that it would be a very hard job for them to accomplish, as very few people would listen to his prophecies in times of plenty. This was their job, and that is why the Elders talk to us today. They do not claim to be prophets, they do not claim to be psychic or have any magical powers. We put those titles on them because they talk about future events and those events are coming true today, just the way Massaw’u told them they would.
A group of traditional Hopi Elders decided in 1948 that Massaw’u’s message was not being heard fast enough. They elected four members to represent the tribe, giving each a sacred prayer feather in the hope that their words would be taken seriously. This was a huge step for these peaceful people as no tribe member wanted to be singled out by using his own name in public. This was completely contrary to the Hopi way of life, living modestly in all ways at all times. After this point, many books were written with the help of the Elders: The Hopi Indians, 1956; Red Man, White Man, 1958; The Book of the Hopi, 1963; Truth of a Hopi, 1967; Me and Mine, 1969; The Hopi People, 1971; and Pages From Hopi History, 1974. Continue reading
If you feel fearful when thinking about what could happen on Mother Earth this year–and even if you don’t–this eight minute video from Keisha Crowther soothes the soul. Take a deep breath, sit back and enjoy this moment of loving heart-centering. We can do it, if only we believe!
By Sister Mary P., RSM
It’s 3:23 in the morning and I’m awake, because my great, great grandchildren won’t let me sleep. My great, great grandchildren ask me in dreams, ‘What did you do while the planet was plundered? What did you do when the Earth was unraveling? Surely you did something when the seasons started failing, as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying. Did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen? What did you do, once you knew?”
~Drew Dellinger in Hieroglyphic Stairway
Not having grandchildren or great grandchildren doesn’t let me off the hook. In some ways, I ask Drew’s questions of myself on behalf of all children, the two legged, the four legged, the winged, and they sit heavy in my heart. “What did you do, once you knew?”
The realization that I can never do enough in time to change the course we’re on weighs me with sadness. I think there was a time when I naively thought I, we, the Sisters of Mercy, the government, someone, would wake up in time — in time to save the trees, the oceans, the animals, the children of the future. Instead, I think, we can’t fix it.
Now I am caught in an awkward space between two worlds: the Cenozoic, the one I love, the most astounding creativity Earth has ever expressed; and the new Ecozoic, a term coined by Thomas Berry to indicate the new era of a mutually enhancing human-Earth community. This world is coming into existence even as the other is diminishing, the one in which we will have to prioritize life issues in a different way because the world is spinning us into the unknown and the unfamiliar. The world is catapulting us into a major shift in perception. What would a “vibrant Earth Community” look like? How would it feel to let comprehensive compassion flow through us? What if our conduct were guided by an ideal, not a heaven, but an integral Earth Community?
Genesis Farm’s recent newsletter speaks of “entering our chrysalis moment.” I think it is our personal and collective chrysalis moment, a moment of transformation. Transformations in our Universe are usually accompanied by cataclysm, death, annihilation of one sort and the birthing of something radically different. I think about the death of a supernova and the birth of our solar system. I think of Resurrection in a new context. Earth appears to be hurtling toward a breakthrough moment. No quiet cocoon for her! Instead, a sixth great extinction is occurring. The temperatures say it’s the warmest year on record. Storms and tornadoes and flooding, oh my!
Pema Chodron says “Fear is a natural reaction to moving toward the truth.” Is the truth that we are dying, or is the truth that we are being re-birthed, as Barbara Marx Hubbard suggests? Here I am, finally aware that I am not “other than Earth,” but a genuine mode of being of Earth. What am I to do? Do I allow the chrysalis to form and go with the cataclysm or do I rail against the death of all I hold dear? Or do I do both?
I remember attending Earth’s Passion Retreat at Crystal Spring some five years ago and the cry that year was, “The ice is melting.” This year, we read an article in Orion Magazine by a young man named Steven Kotler who traveled to Patagonia to write about Ecopsycology. His conclusion: “I am melting.” I catch the difference.
My reading tells me we are in for a rocky ride as we are forced to abandon the structures to which we have held on: the growth economy, the petroleum era, a stable climate, endless resources…so many others…already gone!
I look at what is emerging from the young: Tim DeChristopher, climate activist, jailed for bidding on 22,500 acres at an oil and gas lease auction. He said to the judge, “I do not want mercy; I want you to join me! This is what hope looks like. This is what love looks like!”
I follow the iMatter movement of youth across the country, who are suing the government on behalf of Nature’s Trust. I oppose anything that threatens their water, their air, their soil and seed. They have a right to be here, these kids, more aware at 16 than I am at 65! They will create the new. They will not keep slapping on the old solutions. I trust them, but I also fear for them. Cataclysm isn’t something I’m used to embracing.
Where do we go from here and what is possible for the future? I guess we keep showing up, carrying our protest signs. We meditate. We take action whenever we can on behalf of the whole. We relinquish what can no longer be held in the old wine skins, and some of it has been sacred to us. We take our place among the many. We lean our backs against a tree and listen. We align ourselves with the spirit of Earth and get ready for the journey.
We must go forward as community, but it is a much larger community!
It is now unthinkable that any women’s congregation should not be committed as a primary concern and purpose to the natural world.
If the life systems are not saved then everything else is irrelevant.”
~Thomas Berry in Women Religious: Their Future Role
The Sisters of Mercy of the Americas is an international community of women religious vowed to serve people who suffer from poverty, sickness and lack of education with a special concern for women and children. This post was originally published on the Connect with Mercy blog in recognition of Earth Day 2012.
A heartfelt, powerful post from Tom Mills:
I explained to them that I would listen to their views, if they would listen to mine. “No problem; what religion are you?” they said.
“I consider myself Hopi, Native American,” I said.
“Surely you do not believe that pagan Indian stuff, do you?” and it was about this time that my wife of 33 years left the room.
I listened patiently about Armageddon, what day was really the day for us to Worship, Salvation, World War Three, and how there was only one right religion and it was theirs.
Before I began to talk, I took the time to look up the word pagan in the dictionary, so I could have my guns loaded for them.
Pagan = Heathen
So I looked up heathen: 1. A person who is not a believer in any of the world’s chief religions, especially one who is neither Christian, Jew or Muslim. 2. An unenlightened person, one regarded as lacking culture or moral principles.
It was true that the Hopi elders that I had the privilege to speak to many years ago were not Christian, Jew, or Muslim, but to say they were unenlightened or lacking culture or moral principles was a bridge too far for me. That is just not the case. Perhaps the definition should be changed to say, not Christian, Jew, Muslim or Native American, when you consider that Native American cultures and religions covered the entire North and South American continent, an area larger than all three of those other religions territories combined.
The Hopi do not have a special day to worship; they worship every day, at sunrise and at every meal. They do not have leap year, daylight savings, hours, seconds or minutes. The Earth’s rotation, the position of the sunrise and sunset, the winter and summer solstice, the equinox, the stars at night–these are their timepieces. If you woke up tomorrow morning and there was no electricity for your clock, computer, or watch how would you know what month, day, or time it was? Most of us couldn’t even fix a cup of coffee.
Native American cultural ways and our cultural ways are two different things but to say Native Americans do not have culture is truly a lack of education and understanding. The elders I knew had more moral principles than anyone I have ever met. Always happy, sharing, giving, loyal, respectful, trustworthy and honest. When they talked, people listened. They knew where we came from, where we are going, and what needs to be done to get there. They never accepted anything in return for their knowledge or teachings, no donations, pledges, money, or royalties.
No matter what role a Hopi takes in a ceremony he or she will always show humility on all occasions to everyone. From The Book of the Hopi, White Bear Fredericks:
“A Hopi traditionalist, who refuses to seek honor and high office, avoids manifesting exceptional talent and ability, and seeks to show humility on all occasions. There are no Hopi priests, properly speaking, to expound any religious beliefs whatever. Every adult Hopi man participates during the year in at least one major ceremony, after which he returns to work in his fields, wearing no vestige of priestly garb and carrying no aura of sanctity.”
To participate in one major ceremony each year is a little more taxing than showing up for one or two practices, singing in the choir, and then performing on Sunday for an hour or so, as many of us do in our Christian culture. Almost all Hopi ceremonies last for 16 days or more, and they involve fasting, praying, ritual smoking, abstinence, preparation, weaving, painting, carving, composing, planting, memorizing, and dancing. The spouse has to grind corn to make piki, weave baskets, bake hundreds of loafs of bread, prepare lunch for all the people that come to visit and all those participating in the ceremony, and take care of the household and the children in her husband’s absence. Most of the people I know participate all year long and not just for one ceremony during the year.
I truly do not understand how they do it. My participation in anything is so small that I find myself longing to help the Hopis when I spend time with them. Their culture is a lifelong commitment and their ceremonies are performed for all four races of man: black, yellow, red, and white. They do not think of any of us as being pagan or heathen; we are all just human.
CEOs of major corporations, and I’ve known a few, do not have the weight of the world on their shoulders, such as the responsibility for the crops and the weather, logistics, timing, nor do they have the problem-solving ability of a Hopi fulfilling his ceremonial cycle each year. I would challenge any one of them to follow in an elder’s footsteps for just one year, day in and day out, winter, summer, spring, and fall, and to be happy just to help the world, bless the crops, and make it rain. No stock options, benefits, vacation, days off, or golf games to ease the pain.
When I look back at history and think of all the tribes, ceremonies, and cultures that were destroyed and lost in the conquering of the Americas, I think I know who the real heathens were. Something very few want to talk about when they come knocking on your door.
I received this photo from Magi, who lives in the United Kingdom. She doesn’t know who took the picture but she’s certain it was taken in Sweden. What a gift to all!
Shared by Michael Brine
A stream, from its source in far-off mountains, passing through every kind and description of countryside, at last reached the sands of the desert. Just as it had crossed every other barrier, the stream tried to cross this one, but it found as it ran into the sands, its waters disappeared.
It was convinced, however, that its destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way. Now a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered, “The wind crosses the desert, and so can the stream.”
The stream objected; that it was dashing itself against the sand, and only getting absorbed; that the wind could fly and this was why it could cross a desert.
“By hurtling in your own accustomed way you cannot get across. You will either disappear or become a marsh. You must allow the wind to carry you over to your destination.”
“But how could this happen?”
“By allowing yourself to be absorbed in the wind.”
This idea was not acceptable to the stream. After all, it had never been absorbed before. It did not want to lose its individuality. And once having lost it, how was it to know that it could ever be regained?
“The wind” said the sand, “performs this function. It takes up water, carries it over the desert, and then lets it fall again. Falling as rain, the water again becomes a river.”
“How can I know that this is true?”
“It is so, and if you do not believe it, you cannot become more than a quagmire, and even that could take many, many years; and it certainly is not the same as a stream.”
“But can I not remain the same stream that I am today?”
“You cannot in either case remain so,” the whisper said. “Your essential part is carried away and forms a stream again. You are called what you are even today because you do not know which part of you is the essential one.”
When he heard this, certain echoes began to arise in the thoughts of the stream. Dimly, he remembered a state in which he – or some part of him, was it? – had been held in the arms of a wind. He also remembered – or did he? – that this was the real thing, not necessarily the obvious thing, to do.
And the stream raised his vapour into the welcoming arms of the wind, which gently and easily bore upwards and along, letting it fall softly as soon as they reached the roof of a mountain, many, many miles away.
And because he had had his doubts, the stream was able to remember and record more strongly in his mind the details of the experience. He reflected, “Yes, now I have learned my true identity.”
The stream was learning. But the sands whispered, “We know, because we see it happen day after day: and because we, the sands, extend from the riverside all the way to the mountain.”
And that is why it is said that the way in which the stream of life is to continue on its journey is written in the sands.”
Other articles like the one above, but also by Brine himself, can be accessed at http://www.missionignition.net/btb. Michael Brine’s email address is: firstname.lastname@example.org. Comments are always welcome.