Trust The Earth

Dear friends,

I am the voice of the Earth. Feel my presence here within you and beneath your feet. I am present in your body; I flow through all your cells. And it is through your body that you are connected with nature, with everything around you that grows, lives, and breathes. Become aware of the living presence of nature around you here at this moment. Feel the trees around this building, the land on which this building sets. Feel the plants, the birds, and the trees. If you observe closely, you can sense how your presence affects those living beings, as well. Not only do you sense them, they also sense you. Even this building is alive because everything from which it was originally made contains the energies of the Earth. There is consciousness in everything around you. Matter is animated consciousness. Feel the energy, the consciousness, in this building, the history that it has and what you bring to it. You often underestimate the effect that you have just by being somewhere.

Now, sink deeper into your body. Just as you observed your surroundings with your consciousness, do this now with your body in a very objective way: feel your head, your throat, your chest. Then sink deeper into your abdomen and feel my energy – I will guide you. I welcome you when you do this. I, too, am alive; I have a consciousness of my own. Feel how I assist you by drawing you deeper into your body as you sink down along your spine into your tailbone. Feel my nurturing energy, for I am your mother. Feel me in your thighs and knees, your calves and ankles, and throughout your feet.

Today, we will remain down here in this part of your body. There is an old idea instilled in people's minds that inspiration comes from above, that deep spiritual understanding is born from a connection with the heavenly, the cosmic, that which is above you. But today I ask you to pay attention to what lies below you, the ground beneath your feet, the living Earth.

Many of you have experienced pain, disappointment, deep sadness, or loneliness, which has become lodged in your lower chakras. As a result, your awareness has ascended, along with your consciousness – it has left your body so to speak – because all the emotions you had on the earthly level were too painful for you to experience. I understand that, and I also understand how difficult it is to fully descend into an area of your body that feels so very vulnerable. It requires deep surrender, a deep faith in life.

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~ Excerpted from Pamela channels Earth ~

Translation by Maria Baes and Frank Tehan

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Light Is Generous

If you have ever had an occasion to be out early in the morning before the dawn breaks, you will have noticed that the darkest time of night is immediately before dawn.  The darkness deepens and becomes more anonymous.  If you had never been to the world and never known what a day was, you couldn’t possibly imagine how the darkness breaks, how the mystery and color of a new day arrives.  Light is incredibly generous, but also gentle.  When you attend to the way the dawn comes, you learn how light can coax the dark.  The first fingers of light appear on the horizon, and ever so deftly and gradually, they pull the mantle of darkness away from the world.  Quietly before you is the mystery of a new dawn, the new day Emerson said “No one suspects the days to be gods.”  It is one of the tragedies of modern culture that we have lost touch with these primal thresholds of nature.  The urbanization of modern life has succeeded in exiling us from this fecund kinship with our mother earth.  Fashioned from the earth, we are souls in clay form.  We need to remain in rhythm with our inner clay voice and longing.  Yet this voice is no longer audible in the modern world.  We are not even aware of our loss, consequently, the pain of our spiritual exile is more intense in being largely unintelligible.

The world rests in the night.  Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure.  Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark.  Darkness is the ancient womb.  Nighttime is womb-time.  Our souls come out to play.  The darkness absolves everything; the struggle for identity and impression falls away.  We rest in the night.  The dawn is a refreshing time, a time of possibility and promise.  All the elements of nature – stones, fields, rivers and animals – are suddenly there anew in the fresh dawn light.  Just as darkness brings rest and release, so the dawn brings awakening and renewal.  In our mediocrity and distraction, we forget that we are privileged to live in a wondrous universe.  Each day the dawn unveils the mystery of this universe.  Dawn is the ultimate surprise; it awakens us to the immense “thereness” of nature.  The wonderful subtle color of the universe arises to clothe everything.  This is captured in a phrase from William Blake: “Colors are the wounds of light.”  Colors bring out the depth of secret presence at the heart of nature.

~ John O’Donohue ~

Excerpted from “Anam Cara”

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Words

IT IS STRANGE TO BE HERE.  THE MYSTERY NEVER LEAVES YOU alone.  Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world awaits.  A world lives within you.  No one else can bring you news of this inner world.  Through the opening of the mouth, we bring out sounds from the mountain beneath the soul.  These sounds are words. The world is full of words.  There are so many talking all the time, loudly, quietly, in rooms, on streets, on television, on radio, in the paper, in books.  The noise of words keeps what we call the world there for us.  We take each other’s sounds and make patterns, predictions, benedictions, and blasphemies.  Each day, our tribe of language holds what we call the world together.  Yet the uttering of the world reveals how each of us relentlessly creates.  Everyone is an artist. Each person brings sounds of silence and coaxes the invisible to become visible.

Humans are new here.  Above us, the galaxies dance out toward infinity.  Under our feet is ancient earth.  We are beautifully molded from this clay.  Yet the smallest stone is millions of years older than us.  In your thoughts, the silent universe seeks echo.

An unknown world aspires towards reflection.  Words are the oblique mirrors that hold your thoughts.  You gaze into these word-mirrors and catch glimpses of meaning belonging, and shelter.  Behind their bright surfaces is the dark and the silence.  Words are like the god Janus, they face outward and inward at once.

~ John O’Donohue ~

Excerpted from “Anam Cara”

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