“This earth, this
world. For a warrior there can be no greater love."
“Only if one loves this earth with
unbending passion can one release one’s sadness,” don Juan said. “A warrior is
always joyful because his love is unalterable and his beloved, the earth,
embraces him and bestows upon him inconceivable gifts. The sadness belongs only
to those who hate the very thing that gives shelter to their beings.”
Carlos Castaneda~Tales of Power
What is Earth Dreaming? Our perceptions change if we imagine the Earth as a
sentient being. The Earth is our home; it shelters, embraces and bestows upon us the energy to navigate
the field of unbroken wholeness, the unconscious or nagual that is
“dreaming” this world of matter and psyche. We, as beings upon the planet, may be
expressions of unconscious wholeness, manifestations of the underlying essence
field expressing itself through the Earth. And yet, with the holographic nature
of being, we are that wholeness within ourselves, in our personal landscape of
the body. At any moment we can explore unbroken wholeness through our own body and psyche.
Our presence allows us a spiritual experience, an
opportunity and commitment to evolve with the Earth through
the personal landscape of our bodies. A living system
evoking the sacred within us, the Earth is our partner in
consciousness. Conscious evolution calls us to embrace a
larger perspective; realizing the relatedness of the seen
and unseen realms we can experience the reciprocity that
exists between them. When we consider that the Earth is a
sentient being like us, with connections to infinity
allowing a fundamental attunement with everything
continuously at a cellular level, we rewrite our definition
of ourselves as human beings and of reality.
"The old seers saw that the earth has a cocoon,"
he went on. "They saw that there is a ball encasing the earth, a luminous cocoon
that entraps the Eagle's emanations. The earth is a gigantic sentient being
subjected to the same forces we are."
Carlos Castaneda~Fire from Within
Imagine all sentient beings, including the Earth, as glittering
jewels “like stars of the first magnitude” hanging in Indra’s
net. This visual image of unbroken wholeness, the matrix from which the manifest
world arises, allows a glimpse into the realms of the cosmos, of which we are a
part as well as reflective of the whole. At each node of energy, at each
energetic junction, there is an experience of sentient consciousness that is
reflective of all other sentient consciousness. When change happens in one
jewel, change ripples throughout the realms of sentient experience. Perhaps
every being on this planet is a jewel, and with deep sentient awareness reveals
facets reflecting the other jewels in an infinite web of connectedness.
Expressions of an underlying sentient reality, the energies of unconscious
wholeness are present, as matter and psyche are exquisitely reflective of and
responsive to the underlying matrix.
“The artificer has hung a single
glittering jewel at the net’s every node, and since the net itself is infinite
in dimension, the jewels are infinite in number. There hang the jewels,
glittering like stars of the first magnitude, a wonderful sight to behold. If we
now arbitrarily select one of those jewels for inspection and look closely at
it, we will discover that in its polished surface there are reflected all the
other jewels in the net, infinite in number. Not only that, but each of the
jewels reflected in this one jewel is also reflecting all the other jewels, so
that the process of reflection is infinite.”
Francis H. Cook~ Hua-Yen Buddhism: The Jewel Net of Indra
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Such Singing in the Wild Branches
It was spring
and finally I heard him
among the first leaves-
then I saw him clutching the limb
in an island of shade
with his red-brown feathers
all trim and neat for the new year.
First, I stood still
and thought of nothing.
Then I began to listen.
Then I was filled with gladness-
and that's when it happened,
when I seemed to float,
to be, myself, a wing or a tree-
and I began to understand
what the bird was
and the sands in the glass
for a pure white moment
like rain, rising,
and in fact
it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing-
it was the thrush
for sure, but it seemed
not a single thrush, but himself, and all his brothers,
and also the trees around them,
as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds
in the perfectly blue sky- all, all of them
And, of course, yes, so it seemed,
so was I.
Such soft and
solemn and perfect music doesn't last
for more than a few moments.
It's one of those magical places wise people
like to talk about.
One of the things
they say about it, that is true,
is that, once you've been there,
you're there forever.
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then- open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.