I relocated 9 Gulf Fritillary caterpillars today that had eaten most of the Passion Vine they were on and were facing starvation. I drove them to a nearby location that I knew had what they needed, as the area where they were was one of the few areas left after the landscape had been pillaged by humanity’s insatiable appetite for land. I thought as I drove there that there were ten beating hearts in the car, not counting any unseen creatures hidden, that were filled with the vitality of the Universe.
Ten beating hearts with ancestry reaching back billions of years. It is an euphoric and inspiring feeling to realize your body is but a manifested breath of the spirit energy that flows throughout the cosmos. To know that all about you are connected to you, connections that the culture of civilization tries to extinguish everyday.
This deep denial that permeates this culture is all crushing and powerful but can’t be extinguished in everyone. There will always be the Nature mystics who sense and feel the connection of all being and who will never be silenced by the cruel tyranny of human supremacists.
Nature is where our reality lies, not in the decaying edifice of this cultures divorced illusions of grandeur. Our reality lies in the richness and life giving affirmations of earth, oceans and winds, the soil, water and air. Our sanity lies here and in the planets and stars. This is what holds us stable as living breathing human animals in an unstable society.
People enchanted and mesmerized by this culture are like drunken sailors on a fully seaworthy ship jumping into the cold frozen depths of human exceptionalism believing progress lies at the bottom of the sea where we shall find a utopia that can’t, and never will exist. All that exists is a fatalistic, bleak and gloomy future of morbid darkness and a miserable silence filled with a tragic and lonely despair.
Our real paradise lives in connection to the Universe, in connection and kinship with the nations of all beings.
Our reality is aligned with the wild.
The wild is where our hearts were born and dwelt for most of our species time on earth. It’s where every fibre of our being and spirit grew from, with stories of kinship with the land and water and the wild is where we return when we pass away.
We need new stories that focus on the wild world and not on humanity. The wild world is a world where the natural cycles of destruction and creation that sustain us, nurture us and feed our body and spirit are. We need to embrace this reality with receptiveness, enchantment and engagement.
To be born into this richness is to be living in reality and a source of reverence. There is a divinity flowing throughout the flowering cosmos. We are surrounded and imbued with divinity, a cascading force of wonder, beauty and sacred sublimity. It’s our inheritance being taken away, a tragedy right before us, smothering the wild within and around us by a greedy, indifferent and callous culture.
The ten beating hearts show us the wild connection is always there no matter how deeply buried and can never be broken.
This morning I stood staring at a waning moon before the sun arose. The silence of the stars was awe inspiring.
I never tire of the way the Universe connects to my heart, the way the Universe speaks to my soul. It’s something I find few people share and most of those who do so see no contradiction in that and the abysmal theatre of civilization. This is the tragic calamity of late stage industrial civilization.
There is deep within us all a connection to the sacredness of nature, a holy embrace that has slowly been quashed until all that is left is a shallow shadow of humanity walking the earth as aliens. The spiritual realm is lost as humanity focuses on itself as its sole source of reference, the one and only source of grandeur and divinity. We are taught not to honour anything outside of human achievement and thus elevate ourselves to gods.
I admit to having no understanding of this worldview even though I was born into it and indoctrinated with its ideals. It now holds no relevance to my beliefs, its alienation from nature has no mooring in my heart nor will its arrogance be entertained at my table. My life is surrounded by the nations of all beings that we as a species live with. Civilization has lost that connection as it pursued its path of assured self destruction amid a planet of glorious wonder and richness. To me every waking moment instills me with a deep sense of reverence and divinity as nature closets my heart. The smallest insect holds within it the sacred divinity, the spark of energy that flows through the Universe and manifests as sunrises, sunsets, mists, cricket song, whale song, moss on ancient rocks, waterfalls, the smell of soil after rain, the howl of a wolf and the warm sun on ones skin. Most people can relate to these things but sadly most don’t hold onto them before sinking back into the murky soul draining quagmire of civilizations mental and spiritual prison.
The deep connection that the hunter-gatherer cultures had with their world became with civilization one of division between nature and the sacred, between being one with all life to being one devoid of real connection outside the flimsy and hollow world of humanity. Indeed they denied their own humanity instead pursuing a psychotic vision of progress that has led life on earth including humanity to the edge of destruction and is now pushing more and more life over the cliff into extinction. Its arrogance has shut out the stars, the oceans, the forests, the winds and the realms of the non human world except that which it can plunder and now it thrives in an artificial world, a mental asylum. It has created a tomb for us, a hollow mesmerizing misery.
I do not share humanities vision of itself. I have no love of its skyscraper monuments to themselves nor their constant back slapping arrogance and their warped visions of their own perceived magnificence and invincibility. Every time I wonder whether the crassness of this culture could possibly get anymore obscene it turns yet another corner in its long winding road of sorrow and despair and proves it can indeed. It’s a culture of clowns fed lies that are reinforced with passive inducing smoke and mirror deceptions.
It has forsaken the wild.
The wild is what is real, the wild is what informs all life except those humans trapped in the narcissistic death cult of civilization. The wild is the house sparrow making a nest in roof guttering, the wild is a small seedling breaking through the crack in a crumbling road, footpath or the side of a building. The wild is a lizard hanging on a wall or rock waiting for an insect for dinner. The wild is the water making its own course unhindered as a river or creek and the spider weaving its web in the late afternoon. Have you ever sat and watched a spider weaving its web? It’s a holy experience beyond words and one that evokes a deep sense of the sacred. There is an intention, an expression of divinity in everything nature does. By intentionally and consciously embracing nature and all her creatures you are partaking in something so much larger than self or ego. You are opening your heart to the sacred Universe.
The creatures of all nations are my kin, my family, my inspiration, my world. The energy that gave them life also gave me my life and one day shall also receive my last breath.
I am honoured to be another creature living in a divine Universe.
I spend a lot of time musing about this culture and its relationship to nature.
It has led me to believe that most people have very little grasp of reality, a significantly debased personality and an absence of being a well rounded complete human being. I look at the natural world then back at this culture and I see something so sadly lacking it profoundly saddens me. Ticker tape parades and reality TV shows appear to be all most people in this culture can aspire to. It’s an empty, hollow and miserable end to millions of years of evolution of our species.
As the skies grow dark over this culture and indeed perhaps our species, the results and reflections of our disconnected way of living , borne of our disconnected hearts, are becoming glaringly obvious.
What should be done? What can be done?
Of course this disconnection and our cocooned way of life can only mean we respond in one way. More poisonous remedies that won’t challenge the dominant paradigm, won’t challenge the basic fundamental question of how we got to be in this distressing mess, this hall of mirrors, is the only way this culture can respond or proceed.
I don’t often listen to mainstream media however I happened upon an article about the current thorn in the side of industrial civilization, climate change. Hysterical ranting and raving of something that should have been spoken about and the reasons behind it long ago for reasons I shall I expand on later.
They speak of fossil fuels and how we need to rapidly transition to so called green renewable technology, the whole movement standing on soap boxes of delusion in holier than thou broadcasts, one after another assured in their anthropocentric bellowing beliefs that their psychotic hallucinations are true, such is the mental prison of civilization. They point bony fingers of accusation to all who will listen but they too are caught in the tentacles of delusion. It has become a god in its own right and it’s devoured them to such an extent they can’t see the light outside their mental prison.
All of their ceaseless searching misses a crucial point, the most important point that is lost to almost all of them.
Climate change is a symptom of a dis-ease within the collective psyche of civilized humanity. It is one issue among many many issues such as expanding deserts, soil erosion and salinity, mass species extinction, pollution and oceans full of plastic. These are all symptoms of a culture that is divorced not only from the earth and her creatures but alienated from their very selves. A disturbed and distraught soul who cannot relate to life other than itself and cannot aspire to anything other than destruction, plunder and further self ennoblement.
Climate change isn’t something that needs to be addressed by itself but needs to be used as an example of what a continuation of this culture will continue to bring. This cultures panacea is more of the same, more of what has driven this planet to the point of melt down. It will continue to be so as long as we let the God of industrial civilization continue to be the gleaming idol on our plastic altars of worship. While the idolatry of wind farms that kill birds, solar farms that hog wild habitat and electric cars rolling in ever increasing numbers over paved over forests and grasslands continue to wallow in the demented delirious wits of dullards then the destruction and misery of nature is assured. This culture does not have the maturity to act on natures behalf. It holds close to its heart an adolescent narcissism that leads it to believe only it and it alone can solve a problem via their own warped illusions and whilst believing such immense insanity the planet will continue to die under the heavy foot of spiritual alienation.
I implore you not to listen to them for they tell false stories.
They are deceiving you with offerings of fools gold for your soul.
Listen to the Gods of the wild, the chorus of the Universe and you shall be taught the truth.
The majesty of creation is the wind under the beating of a butterflies wings, it is the air under the softly treading pads of a cats step, it is the horses breath on a cold winters morn and the leaf heavily pregnant with a rain drop before it slides off and kisses the moist soil to become one with it, nourishing it.
Listen to the wind song through pines, be inspired and informed by bird song, let your heart be invaded by the meandering musings of a quietly chuckling creek, let the vigilance of your being be entwined by the silence of a cathedral forest and the sight of a mountain rising before you be a reflection of the power of the Universe in your heart.
It will fill your heart with spirit, with a truth that you will know intuitively when the mask of fallacy crumbles and the mist clears before your eyes.
There can be no healing of this planet unless humanity heals its own heart and reconnects to the Universe in a sacred way. We need to reconnect to our non human kin, to the oceans and the lakes, the rivers and the rocks, the deserts and the stars. We need to remember a lost reality that lies latent in every human heart and something all of our ancestors knew from birth and lived by before the myths of dominance and human progress smothered us. It’s something the indigenous cultures still know. They know that living with nature is a sacred way to live. It gives physical, mental and spiritual stability and allowed them to thrive for thousands of generations.
This culture is poisonous to all creation. We are living in a culture that doesn’t work, a culture that cannot by its very belief systems work. It is failing the natural world and it’s failing the people trapped in the culture itself. It cannot be saved nor reformed as the cultural psychology can never let that be as it’s based on domination and greed.
For the sake of life on earth this culture needs to end, not be invaded by an army of wind turbines in a mad march of delusion and a technological fantasy to keep the nightmare going. This culture needs to either evolve into an all species embrace or expire, relinquish its selfish grip on it’s perception of reality.
We need to become who we were, organic beings living in community with the non human nations in a relationship of mutuality and connection.
We need to re-enchant ourselves with the Universe, we need to live simple lives of humility and embrace all creation as our kin and the Universe will bestow the love we once had upon us and we shall be shown the road home.
As a child I heard the echo of the howl from thousands of years ago enter my heart and in dread I looked about in bewildered suspicion.
A screaming howl of torment, misery, hurt and terror dwelt in that howl under a moon that shone down upon a once thriving earth in increasing despair. The howling echo carries to the moon as nations of all beings quake in fitful sadness at the sight of the two legged hairless ape that destroys all it encounters.
Humanity had cast away their connection to the Universe and a new world flourished in their own minds, their own image devoid of wonder. A world of selfish plunder, arrogance and hatred.
Civilization, humanities erroneous savior infiltrated the psyche of humanity and cast its tragic shadow over the earth. The deception enveloped all who came into contact with it like a creeping shadow.
Stories of grandeur, dominance, entitlement and progress soon filled the hearts and receptive minds of the captured. They stood aloof refusing to hear the cries and screams from the nations of all creatures. They turned their collective backs on their connection to the land, the soil that grows their food, the air that fills their lungs and the water that quenches their thirst. They refused to stare into the eyes of the Universe and concede to the reality of their own existence.
Losing all identity and connection their culture turned within and humanities very essence was absorbed into psychologically deformed narcissistic stories of its own nobility. Talking to itself, about itself and taking pictures of itself it sank into the quagmire of despondency, decadence and indifference to all other life forms about them.
It went insane…………………………………….
It forgot how to listen to the wind, the ocean, the trees and the creatures that they share the earth with. Humanity forgot no creature, including itself can exist outside of the Universe. It became an insane wretched court jester in the kingdom of sanity, a kingdom now overrun by a culture fixated on itself in a warped dance of obscenity.
The howl from the nations of all creatures still reverberates within my heart. My kinship to all life is my companion away from the insanity however the court jesters and their deluded and clownish antics have now shrouded the earth with their lunacy so I retreat to the shadows of the Brigalow trees and pray for the jesters demise.
Those days loom near as their madness leads them ever closer to the cliffs edge. The colourful jesters dancing in a dazed ecstasy over the cliff of no return, holding hands and taking photos of themselves as they enter the darkness and hollowness that are the reflections of their own hearts.
The deepest tragedy is the nations of all creatures they are taking with them in their plunge. A few free minds still dwell in the mists away from the insane and fanciful worlds of the jesters, in the background that see and feel the misery.
Winds whisper upon ones cheek, a kiss from the Universe.
The birds chortle in ones ear, the voice of the Universe.
The smell of soil and water, an embrace of the Universe.
A sunrise, the Universe greeting ones soul, a connection to something so holy.
The sunset a gift before slumber but also a heralding demise as the Universe swallows an aberration, the Charybdis devouring the leaking galleon of estrangement.
A descent into darkness, a hell they thrive in and one they cannot escape from, nor do they wish to.
Yet a misery, a tragedy of heart is exposed to the few human souls that can hear the wretched plight of the nations of the finned, the winged, the slithering, the crawling and the legged.
A new day will dawn when the water recedes, the smoke clears, the winds die away and the first chirps echo in the ears of new birth and the insect scurry heralds a new era of rebuilding after the crumbling facade of civilization has been exhausted and the ruins of misery have given their final sigh of resignation.
Every step I take in this culture, every sight I see in it and every word I hear spoken in its defense reinforces my belief that we live in a culture of blasphemy against our very own lives. We believe our lives are an autonomous existence but we are in fact products of indoctrination born from poisonous minds that share little semblance to reality. We have had our nurturing as earthlings torn from us by our disconnection, a disconnection taught to us by our parents, our neighbours, the so called educational system and by the very cement under our feet.
From my own experience of these spirit quashing walls of horror and misery I’ve never felt any form of ecstasy of life experience within them. They have presented themselves as the human obsessed prison they in fact are. This culture can teach you about steel, concrete, physics, the building blocks of life, split the atom to serve itself and the “discoveries” as if things hadn’t existed before the deranged ape found them, however what it can’t teach you, as it doesn’t know and can never know, is spirit.
It thrives on the material whilst ignoring the world of the wild spirit……………….the mists, the darkness, the sunrise, the birdsong and in doing so has achieved the ultimate in its aims, domination and destruction of the wild lands, the truly holy lands. This whole culture is not just an alienated absurdity but an infantile one also.
It is a fake, a thief in the darkness whilst you were asleep. It has stolen your heritage, your dignity, your inheritance and your connection to the Universe and especially the earth, our mother.
Instead of being content with the holiness of creation and all her vibrant wild musings and esoteric magic we are left with an inverted and monotonous mono-culture of self serving imbeciles barely able to recognize any life outside of its own grotesque and devouring world of misfits, killers and dysfunctional morally arrested shadows of a true humanity.
We have turned vibrant forests into lumber yards and vast plains into human feed lots, the oceans into wind farms and plastic dead zones and the sacred deserts into seas of solar panels in an attempt to prolong the inflated sense of human supremacy, the holocaust of spirit, and fuel our hurtling insanity further into the depths of the madness that’s now imbued in our collective hearts as we circle the rim of the whirlpool of our own extinction.
I feel humanities very soul is now already close to extinct………………….forsaking the humble, the sacred, to glorify the absurd and grotesque. We now revere the obscene, hail the macabre and wallow in the repellent wretchedness of our own reflections. Only a creature so thoroughly divorced from its own collective soul could live as such. A detestable signature of madness basking in the glowing images and stained glass windows of itself and its vacant reflections in the mirror of creation.
As a new year rolls in the comatose musings of a lost species will revel in the glory of their own hallowed existence as a new decade unfolds before their inane hearts and sunken souls, yet few can see nor hear the approaching justice that the Universe is serving them. There is no human sadness as deep as this, the failure to comprehend what is before us.
The kingdom of God is not some place we retire to when our bodies succumb to the ravages of time…………………….it is here on this planet we were born upon. We don’t face our maker after we whisper our final breath on earth. There is no one waiting for us to present ourselves and our inflated egos to the pearly gates.
However, herein lies a most amazing and awe inspiring realization if one would allow such a humbling and subtle muse to infiltrate your heart. We are all sacredly connected to something way bigger than humanity. We are connected to something way bigger than this most homely, bountiful and gorgeous planet. We are connected to the very fibre of the Universe itself……………………………………
The wild Gods of yore are manifestations of the forces of creation, the wildness that we ourselves really are and indeed is all creation. The most amazing revelation is the one revelation we should all become fundamentalist about. The Universe is our God, our sacred temple and all creation our kin. We have sadly lost this connection as we wallow in the depravity of a culture that shreds our intimacy with creation and pulls the cloak of deception over our being and the curtain of lies over our true culture, a culture connected to the earth and the Universe.
I inhale the majesty of the mountains, the oceans, the forests and everything from the ants to the moon every single day of my life and relish the freedom of heart this affords me. It is a connection stolen from me by this culture of dissociation, human centred fundamentalism and warped ideals of human superiority and it has taken it from us all. It is a culture that feels little connection to anything other than itself.
It has forgotten itself.
Its base default is that of a killer, an agent of defilement, misery and death. Beauty, union and love are a foreign investment to dark hollow hearts. There is a fine line between the perceived sanity of this culture and the insanity of it. Most walk that fragile line, stepping on and indeed devouring bones of dinosaurs to keep the insanity at bay in the way of industrial civilization. As this culture unfolds into the madness it barely holds at bay every day of its existence it will explode into a fury it can never recognize. The swirling collective social psychosis of the hate filled misery of itself shall be the last incoherent estranged driveling of a lost and failed culture.
Hardly a soul in this culture can recognize their ancestry, hardly knows their organic heredity nor their sacred connection to the Universe. We have been lied to, hoodwinked and brainwashed into believing this is us, this is our ultimate realization, the ultimate lie, that all other life, billions of nations of creatures are subservient to us as humanity. We wander the halls of our vacant hearts rarely connecting to anything meaningful in nature all the time wondering why we as human beings, born of soil, water and stars are unfulfilled, killing ourselves in droves in lands surrounded by every comfort ever known. There is clearly something not comfortable in our hearts.
Alienation, grief, torment and destitution is the ultimate realization of industrial civilization and indeed civilization itself. It thrives on subjugating all other life forms to our sick fantasies of domination in manacles of misery, our souls wrapped in dark thoughts and sedated sorrow at the state of this cultures war against the Universe.
Dark times are here and they are still met with the arrogance, apathy and the total denial of thousands of years of indoctrinated conceitedness.
This had long ago sealed its fate even though few can see this. It is the ultimate insult to our holy home and the wondrous Universe that gave it to us.
This morning I relocated a Toad that was trapped. I put the Toad under some trees that I knew had a water source and where other Toads frequent. The area nearby was once habitat that was razed to make way for a housing estate.
Habitat loss by this culture that over populates, over consumes and over represents itself continues on a blind runaway ruinous march of death for non-humans and humans alike. This culture is trapped by its own negative, life-denying and erroneous assumptions and beliefs that have been passed through generations for thousands of years and has cocooned them leaving them as it’s sole source of reference to explain the world beyond. The indoctrination of this cultures values are powerful tools that keep us enslaved to it’s agenda. However we can change this outlook if we begin to explore the workings of the Universe and a whole new way of looking at life begins to emerge.
Nature is performing tiny miracles every single moment that most never appreciate or even remotely contemplate. Nature performs a miraculous magic show every second of the day, even in our own bodies that is enthralling and enchanting and it’s here where we can gain personal strength and escape this cultures strangulating besiegement of our souls. Nature can open our hearts and minds and once our hearts are open and connected to all life we can begin to heal both ourselves and be of service to our kin of flora and fauna.
It is easy to be overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the apathy and the virulent hostility this culture displays toward the natural world however even the smallest acts of kindness and connection make a difference for those involved. We need to look with eyes that feel, hearts that love and take actions that are compassionate and life affirming. By the tiniest acts of benevolence to other creatures we open ourselves to the divinity in Nature. We open our hearts to the Universe and we give recognition, respect and honour to the billions of years it has taken for those in need to have evolved to this point and to acknowledge and connect to the sacred within that creature. Every act of selflessness toward another being however small you may think it is becomes a statement of love and respect for that creature and the Universe as a whole. It is also an unconsciousness identification of the divinity that dwells within all Nature.
In these dark days most creatures need a helping hand. This culture has built human centered prisons around, under and over them and they become trapped by the towering manifestations of this cultures over inflated ego. Giving safety to a misplaced or lost creature may not save all of it’s kin nor save it’s species but it makes all the difference to that individual.
This horrific culture we are trapped in won’t voluntarily change its ways. It won’t suddenly realize it’s built on a foundation of lies, conceit and disrespect. It shall keep on its whirlwind path of destruction until the Earth ends it via resource constraints and climatic impediments.
We don’t know how the future will pan out, in which direction the disintegration will fall or at what velocity but without compassion and connection to the natural world there can be no rebuilding of a human community of any viability.
The crumbling city buildings, the monuments to this cultures ego, the ever spreading suburbs, a monument to the rampant over-population and the collapsing wind turbines, monuments to this cultures desperation to preserve it’s false sense of invincibility will slowly be consumed by Nature. Humanity, if it survives long term will no longer have the means of domination to poison, bulldoze or torment the non-human world.
Co-operation, union and kinship with the natural world is and will be the only sustainable way of life.
In the past few days I was witness to a profound experience.
I got to listen to the heartbeat in real time of a snake.
This experience reinforced my deep wonder and awe of the Universe and greatly inspired me. Listening to her beating heart, strong and sublimely present filled me with love and stirred in me the intense enthusiasm and gratitude I feel within for the ever unfolding cosmos. For here was a splendid creature that so many fear, that many ill-informed despise or wish harm that had a beating heart just like theirs. The incredible privilege to be able to hear this extraordinary sound served to fortify my wonder and love for the rich, diverse and powerful force that flows throughout the Universe.
As I listened I began to meditate on each beat of her heart. A thump thump thump that to me invoked a visualization of large mammals walking as herds across vast savannahs.
I could hear the beating wings of migratory birds flying for weeks in formation from place to place, knowing when and where to go via incredibly complex and ancient pathways.
I saw schools of fish swimming through bountiful oceans teaming with a vast diversity of life.
Each deep heartbeat conjured up visions of thunderstorms with lightning licking the Earth. I could hear the rain pattering down to a grateful ground feeding the fertile soil, pregnant with eager seeds and hopeful rivers surrounded by a richness of insects, birds and mammals waiting on the banks for their nourishment.
The sublimity of existence is a manifestation of the Spirit Force, the vitality of evolution and being that permeates all of Nature. The spirit dwells in everything from a grain of sand, a leaf, a river, a wolf, a stone, a planet and the stunning and precious beating of a snakes heart.
All is holy and sacred in Nature. Everything from a Tardigrade to the furthest Galaxy is connected, all one with the spirit of existence, imbued within our being, our essence.
The forces of Nature created us, nurture us and one day will take us whether we be a Hawk, a Reindeer, a Frog, an ocean or a Snake. Existence is a holy experience full of mystery and cosmic creativity from the flowering Universe.
Sadly the beating heart of this most magnificent snake, this most beautiful connection to my being stopped beating as she transitioned into the ethers to become new life. Her graceful and sacred existence will live again as her being rejoins spirit to become once again, as everything does, the formidable potency that is the Spirit Force. Our very existence is borrowed spirit, beautiful and hallowed sparks of creativity that manifest into existence only to ultimately dissipate, return, as even mighty stars do, to the sacred source of all being.
I will be forever grateful to hear the beating of a snakes heart.
In the eyes of the owl I hear the thunder of storms half a world away.
In the whisper of her feathers I hear the volcanic eruptions throughout the Universe and across the earth.
In her talons she grasps the branch of a tree that is entwined with soil thousands of years old, it’s limbs reaching for the stars hanging in the darkened skies. Two beings linked by a mutual essence. Both imbued by the richness of spirit flowing through all existence, a cosmic connection of sacredness.
The song of the Universe is sung by the sacred nations of all beings. The finned, the winged, the four legged, they who slither, the brilliant stars, the thunderous rivers and the majestic mountains all sing as one voice, one sublime choir burning with the ancient cosmic fire of becoming.
Standing in Nature in silence one can hear the voice of spirit speaking without words, without tongues, through birdsong, leaves gently rustled by the wind provoking intense musing and the ocean, seeking our heed, lapping lazily upon the shore. This is where we belong, where we came from and where we shall return.
The great mystery of spirit unfolds all about us.
A song being sung by an exploding star or a flowers petal opening to the warming rays of sunshine.
A crickets chirp is an ode to the spirit dwelling within, connecting to all about it with intent and intimacy.
A Universe so profound we recognize in the stars our own being, for they are our sacred siblings. Visual whispers from times past, present and pregnant with future promise.
The winds, creating and destroying, bringing new life whilst cleansing the old in the cyclical dance that never ceases. That which expires to become again one with the spirit, to live again in an eternal pool of divine energy.
The Universe performs a play of potentiality, each act something new and sublime, dancing tirelessly to the cosmic flourishing.
Every creature, every stream, rock and cloud alive with the potent fire of the Spirit Force, the energy of evolution, the manifestation of spirit, our inheritance, our existence and our legacy.
Panthevita 