This Mother’s Day,
GIVE YOUR HEALING PRAYERS to MOTHER EARTH
This is the most important thing YOU can give to ALL the MOTHERS
Your loving intentions, & innate healing powers,
MAKES A GREAT GIFT!
Your Prayers and Intentions for the Healing and rebalancing
Of OUR MOTHER the EARTH
Are precious and most necessary gifts
Because the Oil spill in the Gulf of Louisiana is dire
And all the places on Her that are ravaged because of man made
Wars, corporate food growing, mining, industry, housing,
We, as Mothers, and All her children, must do everything in our power
NOW to Heal Mother EARTH with Positive Changes, Choices,
Create Beauty, Peace, and Wholeness for All her Children,
You can help bring balance back to MOTHER Nature
MOTHER’S DAY is a wonderful Day to honour our Mothers, who gave us this precious gift of Life itself. Please do Honour your mother. I’m sure she’ll appreciate the flowers, the dinner, your kind thoughts and energy.
Let’s expand Mothers Day, to Honour everyone’s Mother-
The EARTH Herself and offer her the same love, kindness and care as we do to our own Mothers.
Indigenous peoples have always honoured the Earth as the mother of us all. She is and always was revered and respected. The indigenous peoples feel it is their sacred duty to watch over, care and administer to Her needs, to uphold her Natural Laws. It is an undisputable fact that we All live on Her. The Earth IS our mother. NOTRE DAME. The Earth, Herself, is Our One common Mother, regardless of religion, race, colour or gender.
If we look at the news this Mothers Day we can’t help but be alarmed at the persistent and worsening environmental disasters going on everywhere around the world.
I believe that these natural and man-made environmental disasters are quickening their pace and worsening in order to wake us up! If we were having a bad dream, we would surely wake ourselves up from fear of facing IT.
I find it strange that in our “waking life” we seem to remain deeply asleep, when life-threatening danger is us all around us, in everything we encounter!
Please look deeply into your heart and ask yourself if the Great mother, the Earth needs your prayers and love right now. Stop and get quiet, take a deep breath and send your consciousness down into your heart and resonate that question. Listen for the true answer…
The Earth Mother really needs us to wake up from our waking sleep and change, radically how we have been living, our supposed dominance over the earth will decimate all of us and if we don’t stop and change now.
Tsunamis, volcanoes, flooding, drought. I know in my heart that men and women have created these imbalance, pollution, waste, species extinction by living out of balance with Nature. We need to live in ways that do not harm the Earth or any of her children. This nightmare of a way of life is not life giving, nurturing. Our postmodern Western culture is insane and brutal; it’s really a nightmare, a bad dream for the Earth Herself. Look what we’ve done to our Mother.
The way we’ve hurt and abused our Mother. We are our mother, we are the Earth. Let’s admit the truth, it’s suicidal.
“Mother Earth is Our baby, she is sick and in trouble Mother Earth is our baby, our own Mother Earth is our Baby, our own. “ – Lyrics to WOMEN by Nancy Ward
I had written on May Day recently about toppling the Male model of power over represented by the May Pole because of the oil spill in the Gulf. See my blog https://infinitynow.wordpress.com/2010/05/
Then this came to me as an email from novelist, teacher, lecturer, activist, Elder and healer Deena Metzger.
|We cannot know the consequences of the Gulf Hemmorrhage. We can see the gravity….. Things Fall Apart (from Truthout). We know something of the ways illness can be transformed to sacred illness and invite miracles. When we offer up everything, and change our lives systemically on behalf of the future of all beings, unimagined possibilities occur…. This is the moment.|
|A Call to Live Your Medicine Now on Behalf of the EarthSeaMother Gather your medicines, the EarthSeaMother says, the ones I gave you to meet whatever pain and anguish might come to you in your lives. Gather your medicines, bring out your medicine bundles and live from them, live them, now. You always wondered when the time might be that you could not deny the urgency that insists you walk your medicine ways. The time is now. What life emerges directly out of the wisdom you gathered as you gathered your medicine bundle, your spiritual practices, your prayers?
About the suffering Gulf and the great, gushing wound of the EarthSeaMother…
When praying for healing, a miracle requires rigorous alignment with what serves all beings, making offerings to the future equal to the gravity of the situation, making amends, atoning, transforming, holding nothing back.
What is in your medicine bundle? What are your healing and spiritual practices? What daily, moment by moment life is implied by these healing prayer medicines? Will you offer and live your medicine now, ceaselessly? When you gather with others, will you see what medicines you carry together and offer them fully?
|***I had the following dream in May 2009, overwhelmed by grief after seeing photos of desert elephants dying of thirst. I remembered such grief from a pilgrimage to the Death Camps of Central Europe. Pained beyond language, I prayed for a dream that would show us a path out of the horror we have created. I prayed for a dream that might show the way to restoration. I prayed for a dream though I have never, as I recall, ever received a dream in answer to such a request. I sent out the dream at that time and now, alas, it is time to send it out again.|
|***This is the dream that came at 8:45 on May 25, 2009:I have put out a call to gather those who carry sacred, ritual and magical powers. People are coming together in a rectangular room that will allow each of us enough space to sit in an ellipse.
There is a little clutch of women activists at one end of the room. They have been doing political work together for years. They gather in conversation in a tight circle that feels familiar, if exclusive.
One of the women asks me if this is the way I imagined our sitting together. It is not. She asks me if I have a microphone. Yes, I can get one, I answer, although convinced that passing a microphone will interfere with the ambiance we are called to create. If we don’t use a microphone, we will have to listen deeply and project our voices to be certain that everyone hears. Without a microphone, the conversations will be more intimate and spontaneous.
We are failing to gather in the way that meets the call. We are losing the energy of what we might accomplish, of what promises a new sensibility necessary for this time. I had imagined we would devote ourselves to supporting radical activism on behalf of healing the earth, peacebuilding and restoration. The thesis of the gathering is that an alliance of political, spiritual and ritual activity has the best chance of success. [Such collaboration between Native American elders, medicine people and younger Native American activists has recently been successful after years of failure.]
I am rehearsing the words that I will speak to inspire the participants. This is a call for on-going ritual and ceremonial work in support of more pragmatic social, political and environmental activities. It is also a call to live according to absolute integrity. In the dream, I am thinking of the planetary consequences of violence, brutality, and greed. I am anguished by the plight of the elephants, polar bears, whales, wolves, of the pollution of the earth, the air and the waters, of global warming and its consequences.
In order to please the women who want the microphone, though they are insisting on the old political school through which they have attained a modicum of power and influence, I set off at a run down the steep streets to First Street for the microphone. But the street is further away than I remember and I soon recognize that it will take too long to retrieve it. I turn around and return with the intent of realizing the original vision, which is different from how we normally do things and so derives new content, new possibility from its new form.
When I return I try to begin our meeting, but everyone is distracted and I don’t know how to gather them together. A younger, dark skinned woman with dark hair lying on a low couch or mattress, raises herself on her forearms and begins singing a chant in a foreign language. The young woman’s voice is deep and resonant and the song gathers us to attention and creates the field in which our mandate – for it is a mandate – can be articulated and healing realized.
It is not that we are called to do this work together in a group but that we are each, in the way we are trained, called to it as our primary activity while the same is true for everyone else: each of us devoted and alongside each other and the suffering creatures. We are asked to focus, do ritual work and live our lives with integrity to bring ease and healing to a suffering world.
|Deena Metzger’s website Things Fall Apart by William Rivers Pitt from Truthout|
So on Mothers day take time out and stand on this Beautiful Earth blossoming, greening, bestowing the scents of lilacs, the chirrups of the robin, the glorious sunshine or necessary rains. Feel the Beauty that Your Mother offers you always.
Plant your feet in the Earth and send your heat energy your prayers, your intentions to heal and rebalance mother Earth. And vow to take action to change the way you do everything, from letting the water run, to idling your car, to eating meat, to cleaning up garbage, to railing at the government, to downsizing the amount of clothing, perfumes, Plastics, packaged foods, we waste as an act of love and support for the Earth. When each one of us does this, the Earth’s load gets lighter. But it needs constant vigilance, a change of lifestyle. We need to get primitive, tribal, slow, small, and local, green and caring. We must Honour OUR MOTHER and Ourselves.
The Earth is Our Mother, She will take care of us,
The Earth is Our Mother , we must take care of Her,
Hey Yahna, Ho Yahna Hey Yahna,
It’s not Nice to fool Mother Nature