Something a little different today…
I recently had an interaction over Facebook that left me boiling.
There is a page that I’ve been a member of for a while that is devoted to all things “woo-woo”.
Now, a lot of so called “woo-woo” knowledge is simply ancient wisdom that our industrialized society has forgotten, and it can be quite valuable. Our connection to Mama Earth as her children and caretakers is one such viewpoint that is especially important for folks to wake up to right now.
Unfortunately, many of the folks who are in the New Age movement are often ungrounded space cadets who embrace all things floaty, mystical and angelic because they are subconsciously trying to avoid the incredible amounts of pain and suffering that is still within them. They want to ascend into their light body because their flesh and blood body is simply too painful a place to be. Also unfortunately, many ancient mystical traditions follow this path of denial of the body in order to “purify the self” – viewing the body as only an inconvenient container wherein our soul must be imprisoned while here on Earth.
Poor Body… so very misunderstood!
Anyway, one of these folks was asking for advice in regards to dealing with her young daughter who, she complained, was so grumpy, difficult and uncooperative all the time!
She asked the woo folks for any recommendations for books or tarot cards that might help her daughter “be more positive”. The community took up the call – pouring in advice about angel cards, crystals, positive thinking manuals for kids, meditation techniques and the like…. basically a whole bunch of stuff that may be good in some situations, but that will do NOTHING to help this poor child, because the problem is in her nervous system, not in her thinking.
I was pissed.
I chimed in with my viewpoint and, while I wasn’t attacking or mean, I was very blunt and straightforward when I told her that if she really wanted to help her daughter, she needed to address the unresolved rage and grief within herself that her daughter was reflecting back to her.
Instead of trying to “fix” her daughter, she needed to look at herself and her family dynamics, and try to get to the root of the unresolved fight/flight survival energies that were clearly at play.
Well… she didn’t like that one bit.
I was called abusive and asked to never comment on anything she posted again, so I respected this and remained silent.
But I did write a little poem.
This poem is all about what fueled my need to chime in with somewhat brutal honesty. It’s about the fact that we are deeply intertwined with the Earth. It’s about the fact that the more we accept and express the rage, terror, grief, shame and helplessness that is within ourselves, the less our poor mama Earth will have to “vent”, as she is literally doing around the pacific rim right now.
There are many volcanoes in Japan steaming, there is one of the coast of Oregon erupting underwater, plus… anybody noticed a pattern of extreme weather and increasingly frequent earthquakes lately?
We are the consciousness of the Earth.
Our body is her body.
Let’s help take the load off please.
The Mother’s Rage
I am the voice of Rage
That cries out from the wilderness, “ENOUGH!”
I am the suffering that sings a song of sickness in your cells
I am the nervousness in your nerves
the anxiety in your amygdala
and the knot in your guts.
Look around you, seekers of Truth!
Put down your prayer beads.
The ancient holy lands are crumbling
for they were built on the denial of Body
And now Body will have its day.
Now the bones of the Earth will rise up
now her teeth will devour
now her tears will drown
the seekers of Heaven.
Now is the time of Body and she will have her terrible Justice.