Sacred Life Day on Turtle Island

“We are the world, we are the children.” So goes the song that moves us when we hear it, and the one Gracie [my grandarlin] sings to herself as she goes about her business, nurturing the plants and saving the bugs in her 8-year-old world — a chip off the old block, as they say. Gracie gives me hope for the future generations of tree-huggers and a sense of sorrow at the world we’re passing along to her. We’ve got to step up and take responsibility for the fact that we’ve been pretty mean to our Mother lately.

Today is World Environment Day. Established by the UN in 1972, this is a particularly sobering celebration in 2010. Today’s environmental movement came alive under similar horror as that which we see today in the Gulf, as I mentioned in my Planet Waves weekly article. Turtle Island, as the Native American [First Nation] people call Gaia, is being choked and battered by humanity; the dead, oil-smothered leatherbacks and pelicans are just the tip of that iceberg [which are also endangered, of course.] Here are the photos that we MUST dare to look at, even as it makes our senses reel … and pass along to those who say, “Well, accidents happen and this is necessary for business as usual in America.”

If this is business as usual, we’ve gone very, very wrong, beloved! Moved far, far from our hearts and responsibilities as children of this lovely planet.

I have long believed in reincarnation [linear or simultaneous, no matter] — odd business for a child reared Baptist, but experience trumps rhetoric. My faerie family and the nurturing invisibles that impacted my early years put an inevitable spin on later religious instruction. The things I ‘knew’ with no way of knowing and memories of ‘lifetimes’ in Atlantis and Scotland were as much a part of me as my daily instruction in how to be a child in the mid-20th century. We come into this plane old and rich in previous experience; good to remember as we nurture the young, who are assuredly peers in our care.

The sum of my intuitive parts puts me in the Lightworker category, but the pieces are diverse: Christian [love,] Buddhist [compassion,] Pagan and Native American [the natural world,] Shaman and Astrological [energy,] and the umbrella under which these instincts all reside, Mystical. We are each an amalgam of our understanding, and whatever system we are born into provides only one select bit of that. No one system has all the wisdom — and we are in continual evolution to push past the barriers that hold us within them. There is no single ‘way’ toward God/dess … all paths lead us into the awareness of ourselves in relationship to the Divine.

I confess a continued impatience at ‘religion’ as we think of it today — not an authentic revelation, but a collection of rules and beliefs that require obedience. It is the domain of the younger souls, frightened at their own power [for good or 'evil'] and looking for safety in absolutes. Religion has been used like a club to control the masses by cynical leadership since time immemorial, and considering the warring history of the worlds religions, it’s amazing that any of us are still alive. We fight them today in the Mid-east, trying to prove whose God is the biggest bad-ass. Those who do not question the blood-thirsty human interpretation of Deity suggested in that old paradigm keep us in a death-loop that can no longer be tolerated. And the plunder of the Earths resources for such dense activity must stop now! We cannot survive it!

ACIM tells us that life is a collective Illusion that we make up as we go along, unaware that we are already perfected and dwelling in the Great I AM — and I won’t argue with that. Course teaches us how to deprogram our lower-selves to make the Illusion happier, tipping the balance toward a new iteration of existence. Essentially, that is the awareness that we are striving for as 2012 nears. Course is only one [intense] way forward; there are many others but they all lead to an understanding that, as Neale Donald Walsch says, we are “God, godding.” It matters very much what we think, say and do because we are manifesting everything around us, adding to the collective and impacting not only ourselves but every single portion of the body of God. Our outer experience must be guided by our inner experience, lifting us toward a more authentic, heart-inspired manifestation.

I am very Native American in my understanding of property — which puts me at odds with the majority of humans. I have owned two homes in my lifetime, but neither time have I considered myself a homeowner. It’s not in me. First Nation people understand that the Earth owns Herself, we are just visitors in relationship with Her. The political divide in the nation we suffer today is, essentially, between those who consider property and profit their guiding mandate and those who value the collective essence of mutual existence. It is the difference between “Me” and “We.” When the CEO of British Petroleum tells us, “I want my life back,” it’s easy enough to hear the “Me” in his self-pitying whine — and see the self-interest that discounts the thousands if not millions of life forms around him dying a horrific death. His misunderstanding of our interdependence put a gun to the head of an eco-system, and endangers us all.

Here on Turtle Island the quickest way back to our authentic Self is in nature. Standing on a beach or walking a country road, we quickly come to resonance with our Soul signature as we breathe in our placement as but one of the many life forms around us. The same oxygen that surrounds us was breathed by Jesus and Buddha, by Alexander the Great and Hitler — the very land beneath our feet was trod by every generation of humankind and animal life that came before us. The plants, the animals, the rocks and streams are part of us — one life form, connected by the mysterious animating energy of God/dess. If we abuse or kill any portion of it, we abuse and kill ourselves. That said, can we not agree that … at least for the moment … we appear to be a suicidal species?

The souls awaiting entry to this human experience — unto the 7th generation, and beyond — are watching us now, tracking our every action. THIS generation of humans will make the difference as Gaia increases her vibration to usher in a Golden Age, with or without us. Earth will go on but will we? Our worthiness is in question. But awareness is dawning on even the densest minds, now, leaving us not much time to become the We people that Turtle Island was designed to welcome and sustain. Put this foremost in your thoughts today, and every day.

It’s World Environment Day. Most of us will give that an ironic nod and go about our business. So let’s rename it — this is Sacred Life Day. Open your heart to the necessary changes and shared sacrifices, adventurous adjustments and deep remembrances that are flooding in to impact our awareness. We have spiraled down long enough to get everyone’s attention now — it’s time to honor Life with our intent, our reverence and our absolute determination to shift into a happier, more responsible iteration of existence.

We are the world, we are the children. It’s time to show the Mother … and ourselves … the full expression of our devotion. Tuesday, June 8th, is World Ocean Day — another day in which to celebrate the sanctity of life under attack from careless misunderstanding. Edgar Cayce told us that on this plane, the motto was “serve or suffer.” When we serve self, we suffer — when we serve life with love, we thrive. We must love our way out of this thought-form of suffering … for all the marbles, including the Big Blue One on which we dance.

If you have time this weekend, there are meet-up’s around the country mobilizing to help the Gulf — check here.

Namaste ~

Jude