I am richly inspired by a 4 month course I’ve begun, Thriving in the Emerging New World, created by the Great Turning team at Findhorn, Scotland, seeded by Mattie Porte. Our global group pours our intelligence and heart into examining deep questions about the evolution of our species.. Andrew Harvey, our guide last week, catalyzed us by describing our global dark night of the soul. A quote he offered from 20^th century mystic, priest and unique human, Bede Griffiths, captured my attention “We’ve come as a human race to the moment (when) we will have to choose between adoration of the divine – within and without – or suicide.”

For me, Griffith’s statement rings deeply true!

For me this is my life! 

I’ve understood, to one level of development or another, that truth for the last 30 years. My life has been made easier and more difficult but certainly more congruent with my soul because I have chosen to adore the miracle of life.

One of the pivotal watermark moments for me happened in the summer of 1994 at the Cuyamungue Institute founded by anthropologist, Felicitas Goodman, PhD. She discovered a grounded spiritual practice based on art-ifacts from our hunter-gatherer ancestors. I call the practice Ecstatic Wisdom Postures and you can learn more about it when you click HERE.

 After each pose is experienced, we write in our journals. Like dreams, experiences in expanded states of awareness can quickly evaporate. Writing in my journal after holding a posture from the category of poses called: Spirit Journeys, I described a Kachina from a southwestern tribe of the North American continent. A black and white striped Kachina danced in my vision, turning his head from side to side and repeating, repeating, “You Choose, You Choose.” Do we choose the debacle of pillaging Earth for profit or do we choose the magnificence of loving life, nurturing life, all life because it is OUR life, for as long as our planet spins in her galaxy?

But it wasn’t needing to choose between loving life or loving death that illuminated my being with the force of an electric shock. It was the words that flowed out of my pen spontaneously
as I wrote the last few sentences describing my experience.

…I see that the green river has opened the heart so I can see the texture of its interior.  I am shocked to see it is the same texture as that of the molten “holy” rocks
 I saw yesterday in the Jemez Mountains.  
I wonder if our heart’s interior simply mirrors the earth outside our bodies,
if all our bodies’ parts and functions reflect the earth outside us.

    Can that be right?

    Is the earth really outside us?
    Maybe, instead,
the earth is ourselves turned inside out.

My own answer to my own question shocked me!
And it has taken me years to understand the ramifications more fully.
But even in 1994, I knew, without really knowing,
that I had stumbled on a truth that we humans living today have forgotten.
For the last 1600 years at least, we have been taught by our cultures and religions to
ignore our deep interconnectedness with all life, to deny the divinity of the great, breathing Mystery
that birthed us and everything else,
literally, 
from mycelia here on this wee fecund and struggling planet to the zillion stars,
to the phantasmagorical behavior of our own sun
to the billion galaxies a billion light years away.
Inextricable divine miracles
and we behave as if we don’t belong to that,
totally beholden!