Gaia Speaks

Gaia Speaks

I was the beginning, and the end, and the bulging middle.

Gaia I was and will be. In the middle years I was raped by God. His first son, Adam, birthed the rest: a divided spawn of our unwilling creation.

Adam too was dual, X and Y. His so-called ribs, the fruit-bearing beauties of my earth. His X-driven mind carried the legacy of an unworldly power, a conqueror, which he fulfilled, for a time. Self-destructive in the end, leaving me with the rest… to rest and rebirth.

Adam’s deadbeat dad, the upstart God, himself claimed a cosmic father—a voice in his head, perhaps; just one word, unutterable; and the headstrong son brandished the same legacy, across the land. Truly, words have power.

I suffered the bruises and burnings, the likewise rapes of all the sweet ribs of my own likeness, maidens and matrons, all consigned to the kitchens and rec rooms of the lords.

I step lightly still in my tempo, haunted by his presence even in his absence. That dark force, so opposed to my own radiant light—why?

To carve into the melon of the moon, just because he could?

To perform clever antics, daredevil tricks… for what audience but himself?

The victims fall back to me.

I make compost; that’s what I do. Want some for your garden? What refuse will you contribute? What woody waste and tender decomposition? Then will you cogitate upon your success and failure, and mark the spot where you will return to me, your last deposit.

Though my appetite is endless, I have no hunger. Do not accuse me of pulling; just holding. Those parents of yours—definitely male and female, I wager—they go back to the first couple: Adam, and…

Now that you mention it, how did she come from him? It should have been the other way around, a virgin birth from the mother…

Wait, I know that story too. Mother Mary and Joseph.

True story—they dressed me up as her. This time cosmic swan man sanctified himself as a holy ghost. Same difference, same result—a troubled youth, misfit, always invoking the all-powerful father.

It’s the incessant naming that sets them apart, gives them away. They say we’re all created in his image, but it’s the other way around. Either way, a hall of mirrors…

When I just say, step outside, sit with me. These stories, warblings of birds, my birds.

Is it all just patter, aimless chatter? In my rain and nightfall, I await.

 

 

 

 

 

The Fourth Thursday In November

by Mankh

You give but
where do you get
from
so as to give?

Did someone give to you?
And where did they get from?
or did it come
from inside of you or
from the sweat of your labor?

Did the Earth give it to you
or did you just take,
or give and take?

Or did you receive
and now give?

Giving
is no guarantee of good things.
The Native Peoples gave
but were taken
advantage of
by those who only wanted
to get, to take
without giving back
but now pretend for a day
by giving to each other.

Research the Pequot massacre — 1637,

also the Wampanoag,
also the dinner modeled after a dinner
in a 1927 book Northwood: A Tale of New England
with an epigraph:
“He who loves not his country, can love nothing.”
That “country” was super-imposed over Native lands,
teaching school kids to forget the Earth,
forget their Mother,
forget the Natives
except for some fairy tale slower than normal
but still fastfood meal
before it’s buy buy buy
so as to give give give.

Did the Earth give it to you
or did you just take,
or give and take?

~ Mankh (Walter E. Harris III)
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Kōan Fragments of a Distorted World #15

 (with a nod to Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s book “Pictures of the Gone World”)

by Mankh

“Whole thing seems upside down
But the whole wide world keeps turnin’ around”
– Michael Franti & Spearhead, from their song “East To The West”

In one aspect of the current form of global economic warfare, the USEmpire has employed sanctions against Russia. While Russia is reportedly handling the conditions rather well economically, European and US citizens are struggling, having to deal with outrageous energy and food cost increases. So why are the they called sanctions against Russia?
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“Researchers have established a clear link between isolation, loneliness and alcohol abuse and addiction so, clearly, health officials did not have public health in mind when they declared liquor stores to be an “essential business” during the pandemic, while churches, gyms and even parks and beaches were shut down.”[1]
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 “The unspoken truth is that Big Oil funds the campaign against Big Oil. Sounds contradictory?

Climate activists have been lied to.

The Climate Movement (New Green Deal) is funded by major charities and corporate foundations including the National Endowment for Democracy, Soros Open Society Foundations, the Rockefeller Brothers Trust, Shell Foundation, BP, Goldman Sachs, among others.

Whereas “Big Oil” is held responsible for the devastating impacts of the fossil fuel industry, the architect of Big Oil, namely the Rockefeller family is the major protagonist of the Green New Deal…”[2]

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As holiday Shopping Season approaches, I think of a Christian Zen Master:
“Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through
the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich
to enter the kingdom of God.”
~ attributed to Jesus, perhaps originally in Aramaic

My interpretation of what the well-known riddle or imho Zen kōan signifies: Easier for a camel — who perseveres through challenging conditions — to navigate the cycles of life (as all beings must eventually do) than for someone distracted by riches to know Spirit within and live respectfully with the natural world.

I would also leave open for interpretation the phrase “kingdom of God”, as personally I would translate that, in this context, as being able to experience, enjoy and relate with the spiritual in its manifest physical forms, whether the splendor of the morning Sun or an abundance of zucchini which insists that you give some to neighbors. Also, entering a consciousness of inner peace, unharried and unhurried by the temptations of the spoils of war and commerce.

Then again, one of the word-roots of “dom” is “doom”, and with “king” interpreted as “ruler”: the ruler doom of God . . .  which reminds me of US money sporting “In God We Trust”. But do you trust the false gods who manipulate the monied system aka the economy? Also “dom” as in “domination of the ruler God” . . . which reminds me of “One Nation Under God . . . yet no mention of Within or Everywhere. Translation upon translation is prone to biblical twistings, so I don’t claim to know THE answer.

The Shopping Season (no breaking news here) is based on wealth and affordability, and charity to those in need… typically without addressing the reasons for why there is such need, rather make a donation, then get on to the spiked eggnog.

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Sanctions have to do with the economy and control. “Sanction” has its word-roots with “sanctity, holy, sacred, saint”; so there’s that awkward God business, again.

Oil, other energy sources, and foods have to do with providing the global motions, the greasing of the wheels that maintain the current economical structure.

Excessive drinking and other addictions are, in part, a reflection of feeling alienated because of a society ruled by economics. Those who struggle economically might seek solace in such substances, while those who are successful economically also seek solace for what the wealth does not provide.

The Shopping Season is an attempt to mitigate sufferings while at the same time perpetuating them.

How much consumerism does it take to destroy a habitat?

How many of us are willing to ride the camel through the needle’s eye?

Maybe moving through the needle’s eye is the precision of daily living: a butterfly’s proboscis into the crevice of a flower; a key into a key hole so you can arrive home; an opening in traffic that allows you to escape a jam; an inner vision opening from a single point of light.

How many of us are willing to ride the camel through the needle’s eye? You won’t find that ride at Disney World. You have to live the ride yourself. It can be a lonely ride, yet as Mississippi John Hurt sang:

“You got to walk, that lonesome valley
Well, you got to walk, it for yourself
Ain’t nobody else, can walk it for you
You got to walk, that valley for yourself”

And there amongst the tinsel and the bright lights, may you find companionship. There amongst the trees and cold months’ starscapes, find guidance.

NOTES.

[1] “1 in 5 Young Adults Dies From Excessive Alcohol Consumption”

https://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2022/11/17/excessive-alcohol-consumption.aspx?ui=2dc32b97c861cc43fb8e286a4a682e75adc10ba12c5283071651c549fc4d1b5e&sd=20210330&cid_source=dnl&cid_medium=email&cid_content=art1HL&cid=20221117&cid=DM1288406&bid=1647024539

[2] “Climate and the Money Trail”

https://www.globalresearch.ca/climate-money-trail/5690209

~ Mankh (Walter E. Harris III). His recent book is Moving Through The Empty Gate Forest: inside looking out. Find out more at his website:

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