Out of Order

The Earth Peoples Us So We Will Be Stewards of The land

*Previously Published in Journals from 11-21-12

The first movements of being in greater harmony came when I went up to the mountain to pray that day.

I drum, always it seems in the fog these days.

Nonetheless, in the middle of the mind-maddness, there was an opening of the veil such that I was able to feel for a moment. Timelessness.

And this time something more as well.

I felt what the native prayers always say, about the mother being alive and myself being an extension of her. I cannot fully describe the sensation in words at this time. It was as if the world was walking through me as an expression of itself and that my own state of being in joy, harmony or pain – impacted it greatly.

Like the canvas of the grasses and trees where not separate from me. But that I was as Alan Watts says, “peopled from it”. I was an extension. Of the earth itself in a form that had found the capacity to dance upon itself.

Gravity not being a burden or limitation, but rather a result of love and of self recognition.

We share the same density of the earth. There is no separating ourselves from it.

Even if we were to fly off into outerspace, then space would be what we are apart of. Oneness is not an illusion, it is frighteningly real. There is no place to hide or to die to. We are always, consciousness, right here.

In this moment, I felt I could communicate with the fine dry grasses moving all across the path I was walking. I felt light and  pourous really. Feeling the particles of Earth that were the same as the kind in me.

In this swirl of expansiveness, I touched into the mother in a recognition I’d only previously read about. Mind-blowing is the word for what I felt.

Ideals are nice on paper. But you can never really know something until it moves through your body in direct experience.

Goals are good, but unless you can feel the fiber of the not yet materialized world in your body as being born through your breathing, what good is all the accumulating.

Accumulation of goods is over-rated as a satisfying way of living. We all long only for a nook, really. A place that is a notch for us to be in svatvic rest and recooperation.

I took this feeling into my being in awe and wonder, like so many touchstone moments along my shamanic journey.

The shamanic journey, as it were, could be said to be what we are all living. For we are all spirits in the material world dreaming our experience through agreement in our belief systems.

The mind must hold a particular belief in orbit, and continually reinforce it, as a way of holding the feeling of permanent reality. This orbit-holding is autonomoic, and it is also energetically exhausting.

What would happen to our world if all of a sudden, we let everything we hold as important to us, individually and collectively, in meaning and in material – go.

Would we cease to exist? No, I think not.

I think we would simply see more of what there truly is in the world.