It is just a matter of remembering who you are. We are the ancients. Every religion. Every culture. There was a time when we were allies of the Earth. Now, we are the enemy. We are the disease. We sit zombified in front of our screens. Our brains attached to the plastic truth while the earth rumbles and cleanses. We are expendable. A human parasite with no purpose but to over populate and ravage organisms in our path. There was a time. We are the ancients. We spoke with the animals. Our feet were on the ground attached to the soft earth. We listened and knew our place. Now we are full of ourselves. It is now only about us. Self. Minerals. Oil. Temporary progress. We are fools to continue in the way we have for generations. One Earth.
I sit and watch the rain from my kitchen window. My spirit fills with gratitude. Yet somewhere I am afraid of me, and what I contribute to. A ghost lingering from a time long ago disrupts my peace. Reality - in the name of progress. I drive my van, unwrap more than once the cheap processed foods filling my fridge, mix recyclable items with garbage without rinsing, smoke cigarettes in my home as my grandsons watch and breath, I eat meals and drink using styrofoam plates and cups during ceremonial feasts while praying for the earth. I speak of being a descendent of ancestral caretakers of the earth - yet I sit with little knowledge of the Earth I walk on.
This all becomes overwhelming and ignorance does become the bliss of the day. A tugging of guilt every other moment motivates me to peel and rinse the tin can and place it into the blue bin. Then what? I did my part?
And then. And then - my spirit speaks.
I have come from a long line of silence. Misinformed trust. Knowing this I listen now. The fool is the one who believes we can destroy this wonderous planet before it destroys us. It is alive and going through the natural cycle of cleansing the sickness from the earth. And if we humans do not return to our place as allies we will be the parasite washed away in the flood.
