Poplar leaves, ribbed along a central stem, shudder in these late summer winds. Branches leading back to originating trees trace dark lines through the air along the sky space. Trees ascending to the solar light rays, breaking through overlays of sitka spruce and great yellow cedar, all creating a canopy. Trees rooting, descending downards into dark mother’s soils.
The understory of these northwestern temperate rainforests is characterized by multiple forms of moss. Each species of moss is unique in its style or way of displaying its growth above, whilst beneath, lives mycellium like threads digging into composting ancient trees. Each has this capacity to adapt:the trees, the moss, the twittering songbirds whose nests subtley sit amongst those higher crossingovereachother branches.
The decaying ones are windfallen douglas fir, or cedar, or spruce, for poplar is a new growth expression arising from this understory. Each has lived its equivalency for several years of seasons and lunar cycles. Like the moss, with revelatory above natures, there are trees below aha natures. Rooted . entwined amongst other roots, were one two legged to take strongly one root and follow it, one would discover this incredible unfolding of unique species of trees, mosses, lichen upon those rocks, usnea hanging from the dampness of branches not overly exposed to sunshine. All tangles itselfwithin this understory of the forest with no separation no neatness no tidiness no cleanliness.
The upperstory of this forest rings other sounds not only from winged ones, rather from the upper narrowed evergreen branches sung to by those northwestern winds. Trees as instruments, winds as the breathe of HER, this wild nature.
Canopies overhanging one another, species with canopies, are star-struck nightly even through the unfolding of their ages and stages, even through seasons of solar shifts, even through lunar cycles and radiances of HER expressions. All adapts, all resiliently exists equally rising from the floors of forest, YES even of jungles. No comparison, no judgements, no expectations, no assumptions, TREES are inexorable cocreations for humankind to realize how beneficial these standing ONES are!
Forests have wave-like expressions, some species serving as precursors to the symphony of other species. Each with a genetic predisposition to find its way to rise from some soils hard and compacted, others from sandy soils, others still from marshy and swampy grounds. All find a way to root and to rise. There is great psychological solace for human beings to sit, backs against a great standing ONE and to simply rest, accessing the linnea at its multi-ringed core, rooting energetically like that TREE.
And yet when our ancestral pioneers migrated from European and Asian lands, there was a forgetfulness that TREES offered solace for the grief of having left those homelands. There was some kind of numbing and a bullish attitude: We are here now, lets set up our homesteads. And two bladed axes became the tool of that era to cut down the TREES as objects to use for such re inhabitations, this time more often than not , in the deep wilderness, on the great vast prairies, along waterways.
Ancient wisdom keepers were perceived not as friends of trees, rather as enemies, dangerous to these ancestral desires to begin again, for WE two leggeds came armed and ready to dream another way to live, not tipied nor wigwamed, not lodges rather squared away cabins log upon log upon log with cedar barked rooves. And a fire kept within! Architectures described the originating cultures of our ancestors and confined ones soul to its motherland and mothertongues and mothersways.
In these past five to seven generations upon the lands wild and free, much has unfolded, for humans too have needs for rooting and for rising, for conceiving what one dreamt of in order to cultivate a new age and stage for itself amongst the stories of forests or of jungles. Humans bring new orders and new innovations not necessarily coherent with the sounds of singing treetops blessed by winged ones, kissed by starry constellations for years and concentrically circled years.
The dark depths of soils, the sandy truths of tides, the primordial wisdoms of eons of caverns, turning pathways of rivers, streaming waterways that melt over time the largest of boulders, these Great Mothers TAO or way of just being, are what two leggeds have forgotten. In the desire to conquer HER ways, we have mechanized our axes into chain saws, we have muscularly taken over jungles, we have extracted from HER the very jewels that then become the jewellery of women far far away from HER.
YET HER great compassion continues, and forests continue to return to their conjugal relationships with EARTH. Forgetfullness is forgiveable only when there is an ending of such cycles of ignorance of HER gifts. Ending this denial of separation is our ancestral retrieval path. Ending our own degenerativity for it is a mirror of what we have done to HER is a calling for another Rite of Passage, for a greater Initiation that brings us to our knees, at the portal of sweatlodges, on the vision quester’mountain or desert plateau. We are held there by those who do remember HER and devotelives of gratitude for the breathe that is HER wind, for the waters that are HER wombs waters, for the mountains that are HER breasts, for the plains that are HER belly.
SHE still offers us HER ancient vines, mother ayahausca. SHE still offers us the prickley cactus gift of peyote. SHE still offers us the soils for growing tobacco. SHE still offers us the medicine of sananga, of hape, of wachuma, of mapacha. SHE offers us antidotes to serpent bites, to the stings of scorpions, to the wasps sharp reminder, that though HER souls sphere contains all creature teachers, SHE knows that humans have forgotten and thus, cocreated remedies as well, for spiritual amnesia.
So we return to HER, HER rocks, HER rivers, HER ways or TAO of SHE with prayers of gratitude, this fulling moon of Aries into Aquarius, because SHE called and we said YES, we surrender.
The stars constellations beyond are astrologically mapping changes in those vast above realms. The planetary distribution centres all part of our solar system are also mapped for there are those called by HER to serve as cartographers of the sacred laws.
For centuries, humans tracking our own evolutionary pathways, have studied these macroshifts and patterns as well as these microshifts and patterns. Cartographers wear many hats and choose to study unique access points to those multiversal realms. Just as TREES follow their genetica predispositions according to their soils and inner grounds, so do the cartographers reveal that stars, planets, humans, and EARTH HERSELF repeats patterns, echoes cycles, lives through entire eons and evolves, adapts, becomes resilience as Great Spirit moves through all forms equally.
Geophysical cartographers map EARTH’s expressions through material dimensions gloriously reminding us as two leggeds of HER wonderous powerful stages and changes for SHE is changing woman. The language of humans in response to our own awakenings to HER include AHHHHH and OH!
Cartographers of geologies, track EARTH MOTHERs layers as though one could cut HER in half like an orange or apple and view her growing expansions from her molten core to this present forest floor and understory. Billions of years are particularized in geological cartographers beliefs and named observations. And the sounds of our awakenings to HER may be WOW and AHO!
Cartographers of humanity’s FAMILY TREES include our generational constellations: Mother lineages and Father lineages, each with leaves and branches, with deep roots somewhere on HER ground, within HER soils, rooting into HER geologies and geographical signatures. Yet each FAMILY TREE reaches out into a spaciousness to express its own uniqueness, calibrating resiliency, immunity that strengthens when a generation knows that we are of HER and SHE is our therapy, the remedy for the soul that forgetsthis universal truth.
A FAMILY TREE stretches out from its originating source with visions for visitations, for visual adaptations from its past lands and memories. And yet there seems to evolve this resiliency that choose migratory ways and waves its farewell like the winds that carry messages to canopies. There must be something more beyond this beyond the beyond the beyond. So soul seeds and star seeds and trees seeds shift and move and begin again somewhere. Grounding , centring, remembering its capacities that are inherent in its wearth. Just to sit amongst TREES is to being to observe and to see the patterns for revival, for regenerativity, for longevity, for simplicity for forests understories and abovestories carry the GREATER STORY of HER to we who listen.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Parents within our FAMILY TREES offered intentions or prayers ,offered services and teachings, offered their own TAO of PARENTING in the best ways that were and are available to their souls then and now.
Like MOTHER EARTH, all is forgivable when once the cycles of duality and separations end. All is resolvable when once humanity tends to its own uniqueness, its own restorative processes, and realizes that we live WITHIN HER BIOSPHERE!
To listen, to hear, to know that SHE is the artist, the musician, SHE is the conductor,
the instrumentalist, the dancer and through our willingness to surrender to HER, is to begin again, not separate from our indigenous wisdom and intelligence of the stars Nor comparing how we build and begin again, rather reaching out, branching out, remembering that outwards is an expression of the ONENESS of the deep inwards.
Two leggeds, of multiple colours, all take on an intelligence of great revivability when we realize that we are the mycelium, we are those medicinal mushrooms, we are the remedies for degenerativity because we are OF HER! And to HER, through spreading our roots within HER soils, through loving that central channel of the LEAF that we are upon this branch of this ONE WORLD TREE, we begin again to envision what more is possible.
So rest well as this fulling August MOON wanes
ever so slowly yet with predictability.
Relax to the bone knowing that these are our
branches of FAMILY TREES. Let the summer
or the winter seasons reveal through observations
without judgements what the coming season brings.
Listen, learn, hear HER and how SHE
moves through us when we are no longer
separate, rather bequeathed by ancestors,
as ONE WITHIN HER!
With humour and with humility,
above and below,
within and all around,
may all those named and unnamed
be blessed with sacred principles
for conscious cocreation.
For we each and all return to the originating
source beyond the beyond the beyond.
Great Mystery, we live within THEE!
For all of our relations.