Awakening The Nature Soul

“I walk the earth with my feet deeply rooted in the soil. My heart beats in unison with the clouds, the thunder and the rain. As I give myself to the moment I become the tide that ebbs and flows, I am the sun that rises and the moon that dances with the stars. I am the pain and suffering of our planet, choking on the poisons in the soil and sick from the polluted waters. I am the wind in the trees and also my consciousness is embedded in the eternal rocks. Yet I am still me. This morning whispered to me and my soul answered the calling by being present. When I am still and listen to the whispers of the inner worlds, the language can be heard, seen and tasted in every moment. An ancient language, like the voice of angels. No separation exists. Everything is holy, everything is One.” Journal excerpt, 2013.

In each of us there is a nature soul, a forgotten aspect of us that remains hidden behind the materialistic veil of today’s world. The nature soul is at one with the Earth and rooted within the fabric of Her body. It is a witness to the Earth’s daily  magic and it is a living remembrance of being born from Her ancient womb. Our nature soul is that part of us that is a living connection to the soul of the Earth, it’s a spark within Her soul and an inseparable part of Her being. By restoring our remembrance of the nature soul we can invoke a forgotten Earth magic that is something mysterious and wildly feminine, a hidden hint, a powerful new archetype that promises new life. This act of remembrance is the magical potion that can dissolve the dark spell that has insidiously infiltrated the consciousness of humanity.

The Dark Spell

Our global culture  is in the throes of a deep mental illness imaged as a spell on our collective memory. This spell is insidious and all-pervasive and has infiltrated nearly all aspects of our lives, our minds and our collective consciousness. There are few places in the human spectrum of consciousness that are not somehow blinded by this strange dark magic, this spell that makes us believe that matter is separate from spirit. This spell is like an underlying fracture in the modern human collective consciousness and it is the thing that has divorced us from the blueprint of understanding the Earth as an embodied feminine Goddess. It is what prevents us from knowing the divinity in matter. Not only has this strange dark magic desecrated our planet and the collective human consciousness but it has also desecrated our collective soul and in turn the soul of our beloved Mother, the Earth.

And now at this time when we collectively hoped for a shift in consciousness toward a better world there seems to be a new energy in this spell, like it has become an autonomous entity that is thriving and growing, not dissipating at all. The signs that this magic has reached its crescendo are showing in prophesy and being witnessed in ecological devastation of a scale that we are now calling “irreversible”.

But the majority of humanity is still not taking any notice.

It seems that as the spell has grown in power it has become more sophisticated and eloquent, allowing it to find spaces in our psyche that could never be pierced before. The spell continues to desecrate the bonds of love that are woven between humanity and the Earth as it looks for a place in the subtle realms where it it can become a permanent veil that will shadow the light that flows between God and humanity. In this fatal game of smoke and mirrors the dark magic seems to be finding its death grip. It has almost permanently stamped its power upon the psyche of humanity,capturing our light so that it can grow stinger.

The dark spell has drowned out the song of the Earth with its own dark lullaby that has lulled humanity into a state of hypnotic sleep. Our attention has been so utterly taken by the nightmare of consumerism that we have forgotten the old instinctual song lines that we once used to dance life into existence. Like a hungry ghost this magic that is embodied in the patterns of materialistic-consumerist society has devoured the light of the world soul and left us collectively stupefied, hypnotized and numb to the subtle undercurrents of real life.

It’s a tragic state because it has meant that there have been too few people present to act as conscious guardians of the light of humanity and the Earth.

Our survival as a species hangs on a very frail thread which if it were to break completely would cause us to lose our earthly heartbeat and wander off into some faraway cul-de-sac of devolution. No technological panacea could ever bring us back and it would be too late for the shamans to dance the world back to life. If the threads were to be completely severed then our beloved Mother may turn her face and show us her dark side. She may turn from the loving Mother to the dark goddess Kali, violently aborting us from her holarchy. What a tragedy that would be.

Only the mystic and shaman truly understand what the consequences of this possibility would be. And I am certain that they alone hold the answers to avoiding a deeper catastrophe.

These times remind me of a prophecy I heard when meeting with the great African shaman, Credo Mutwa. We were speaking about the world and it’s  uncertain future and he told me that he saw the African tribes leaving this Earth to continue their evolution on another planet because this world had become too desecrated for them to complete their soul work here.



However, in this state of half sleep that I have existed in there is this “I” that has woken up and seen the desecration of the world. This other self has looked into the eyes of the great Mother and felt the cry of deep pain in Her heart. As an environmentalist I have witnessed the outer destruction of ecosystems but as child of the Earth I have felt the inner desecration of Her being. It is a deep and terrible pain that tears me apart. But this pain also awakens something. It awakens a warrior in me who simply cannot watch passively as our Mother is destroyed. Some voice inside me, some hidden memory, begs to be awakened from this horrible nightmare and to help Her heal from this terrible woundedness.

The remembrance has pointed my inner compass to a distant memory where the Earth was a sacred Goddess and humanity were devotees, implicitly conscious of our role as fragments of her great consciousness reflecting upon itself in an act of love, body supine and head bowed in humility and honor. It evokes the memory that we all know at heart which is that this thing we call life is a divine consciousness unfolding and reflecting upon itself, a consciousness that can only be called a supreme state of primordial love. Our role is to acknowledge that we are earthlings, the children of Earth, and that we are caretakers of this planet. It is through the awakening of this voice that I have found or perhaps remembered that I am a guardian of the Earth and that my place is to stand courageously and consciously in defense and honor of Her. It has lit a flame in my heart that I recognize from some other time or place, past or future, a flame that has the potential to light fires that will cleanse the Earth and prepare the soil for a new green world that is waiting to be born.

But this remembrance is not all love and light. It has a razor sharp edge that is cut between two world of opposing forces. Whilst this awakening of the nature soul and this remembrance of the green warrior self has given me deep optimism and hope for the future I have also felt moments of utter despair and hopelessness. For in awakening to the memory of this new light within me there is also this radically clear and painfully sharp awareness of how severely our beloved Mother has been desecrated. In these moments when I feel helpless and angry I am faced with the Janus face of this warrior who seeks total annihilation and renewal, at any cost. This fine line is a space I must tread lightly, dance rather than think, a place where I need to surrender again and again. So I walk this fine line which I imagine is like a pathway that has led to the very heart of our Mother and in a state of surrender and emptiness I have dropped to my knees and asked for Her grace. For what else is there for one to do?

A New Earth Medicine

I believe that when we remember the spirit of the Earth we are each given a gift that is a special secret held in Her heart. For me it was the memory that each of us stretches back in time to a community of indigenous people. It is a memory that we are both mystic and shaman, both of this world and the transcendent spiritual realm. This secret has unfolded a new fusion inside of me that feels like a marriage between my “earth self” and my “spiritual self” and I have named it my “nature soul”. It is somehow not the old soul I knew but something else now, something with roots that grow back to the first moment of creation where our Mother was a spark that emerged into the nothingness before time.

This fusion of earth magic and transcendent spirituality is the gift that we all need to receive and nurture into existence in this time of need. By acknowledging the existence of our nature soul and remembering that our soul is both Her soul and ours, it awakens a strange kind of magic. Through the remembrance of Her we are given the gift of this magic, an energy that we recognize in this expanded awareness of ‘Oneness” and I believe this is the subtle magic that can ultimately dismantle and dissolve the dark spell.

This subtle gift is a new Earth medicine that can collectively awaken the dreamers from the nightmare of materialism. The  remembrance of the nature soul is about reclaiming our memory of the Earth, of weaving back the sacred threads of love into the soil and into life all around us. In remembering there is awakening and in awakening there is a fertilization of the vision that was prophesied by ancient women, many moons ago that a new “Unknown She” would rise up and return to walk and dance Love back into the Earth. It speaks to us as a motion in the fabric of the Earth’s psyche, a murmuring that the shamans interpret in the winds and unravel in their songs. It contains the that same primordial spark of the first dance of existence. It is something so profoundly mysterious but utterly simple and unseen to those whose gaze is fixated on the material world.

And in this deeply significant time of transition, this time of immense ecological crisis, there is a brief moment of possibility for us to remember this secret. There is a small chance to grasp the secret offering and learn to sing to our Earth again. For to know this secret is to understand the life’s potential for infinite renewal. It is the secret lore that our ancient ancestors held in their hearts. It reminds us that the life force of our Mother, the energy that pulses throughout her body and into life, enters the world through the attention that we give to life which is held in our hearts and not our minds. It reminds us that the present moment is a dynamic center within the universe, a vibrant moment of potential though which a new light of life can enter the world and illuminate new opportunities in this unfolding moment. This is the very essence of our nature soul; it is like the tree that imbibes the light of the sun and draws this light deep into the core of our Mother where it can be realized in her infinitely dynamic form. Our nature soul is this aspect of Her body, depending on earthlings to grow roots of love deep into her fertile soil and be as trees that anchor this new energy into the world.


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