It's really a simple
story. Beings find planet. Beings treat planet badly. Planet goes about her
business.
Beings start to
realize that they need planet, and had best learn to make friends rather than
futilely keeping up enmity.
Gaea: A Ritual
Performance
layers of imagery,
music, tribal drums, futuristic dreams
Gaea was there, in the
beginning. Gaea was all. Gaea was wise.
How could we not have
seen, in the blindness of pride, of avarice,
of service pledged to
false gods?
The journey was
long.
The journey was
harsh.
The journey was
lonely.
Asleep in a box with
wilderness dreams.
Or awake on the watch,
wondering what was to come.
Thus it was those false
gods bespake us:
Out of the cold vastness
of desolate space,
out of base fear over
years seeped in to overtake us,
out of a need to deem our
fate Someone else's scheme,
out of a need to believe
all would be well for our kind.
Our world was
dying.
We did what we could to
survive.
Survival we
find
an appropriate
end
to any means.
Survival will give
us
the time we
need
to find a better
way
to survive.
The bravest of
us,
the proudest of
us,
the meanest of
us,
would not allow us to
die.
We took off in our ship
with the barest of plans
to find another
land
where our kind could live
...
expand.
Now,
hybrid children
evolved
from refugees
fleeing a hostile
star,
Skygods and Earth Mother
of ancient lore.
When will we relinquish
hubris, ruinous hatred,
accept Gaea as partner and
home?
Build strength of unity so
all may thrive?
The land, when we found
her was warm and inviting.
We felt safe, supported,
encouraged to grow.
We ate of her fruit, fish,
herds.
We built with her trees,
stone and clay.
We drank from her
beautiful streams
which we soiled with our
waste.
Gaea was saviour and
womb.
We repaid her with
rape.
We didn't
understand,
thought her merely
land,
thought ourselves masters
from afar.
Gaea sent storms to bring
us to our senses, wild winds and seas.
Gaea tried to shake us
off: Earthquakes, Floods, Famine, Plagues
sending us scattering into
hiding,
intermingling with her
primates, Gaea's ape children.
Without question or shame,
we murdered what we could not steal.
Without honor or remorse,
we laid waste to our host,
to our adopted
home,
then cursed her for not
giving more.
By accident or design,
chimera adapting to nature’s marketplace,
creating stories to
redefine our origins from outer space.
We lied to our halfling
children, denigrated their Gaean kin,
twisted their virtues into
a false concept we called "sin."
What Gaea did to us?
Cruel, evil, in need of the whip.
We seal over her
bounty
into mad parody of Mother
Ship.
Unforgiving of the mess of
living, the miracles of life.
In ignorant pride we gave
ourselves law to decide
propriety over
fate,
turning
in our minds
mother love
into a mirror of
hate.
Frozen in fear and rage,
children swept out in the storm,
trapped in a self-made
cage we had hoped to protect us from harm.
Gaea, we cry, why do you
treat us so angrily?
What will it take for us
to wake up and see it is we who are wrong?
To hear and be aware of
Gaea's song singing in our blood?
To learn the cycles, the
seasons,
the reasons for fire, wind
and flood?
To redefine our
race,
to find out that our place
is here among our Gaean kin?
The telling of new tale
must begin.
Gaea opens to sunshine to
ease our agitation.
Easy winds, breezy gush of
summer rain.
Feeding the greedy young
grains,
growing along the plains,
the flowers of the storm.
Feeding the beasts of the
field,
celebrating the cycle, as
all is revealed.
Love is the
web,
craftily spun by great
mother spider,
Gaea's
familiar,
weaving magestic
grace
no longer concealed. It
was never our place
to control, nor others' to
steal.
Gaea creates in intricate
arrangements,
feeding us all of us all,
a transformative stew.
So much energy wasted;
painful lies to find our way through.
New beliefs, guiding
stories to provide for, enthuse
children, reaching out to
become and be free,
embrace our
destin,
as Gaea's
beloved.
Arising in the circle,
giving voice to release pain --
grateful to Gaea's grace,
dancing in her cleansing rain,
we sing, rejoice,
united:
It would be so nice
(paradise)
You and I
Floating in the
sunlight
Ready to break
free
To be
Exactly who we
are
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Gifting Gaea EV22
Sacred Earth, EV#7
Earth Angels
Speciesism.
That boorish
arrogance.
Deaf to wisdom, portrayed in
ominous myth, faery
lore.
Slay the
goose;
destroy the
whales.
Uproot untold
trees
bearing fruits that may
have
saved us staggering
pain.
Crucial for well-being
microbes,
photosynthesis,
symbiotic
processes ignored,
misunderstood.
Focus expended on
ephemeral
opinion, petty greeds and
rivalries,
diatribes on evil and
good.
Realities we have yet to
account to,
acknowledge,
fall, collateral
damage
to insolent
bravado.
When will we ever let go,
rethink this mad master
plan,
relinquish need to
command?
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