The planet is alive, has a soul, desires, ambitions. This soul loves, flees, abides, prances, honors — every emotion and ability we associate with the human condition and much, much more. This soul is much older and more mature than we are. Every step and breath you take and word you utter is completely known and understood by the planet. How could it be otherwise? How could we survive as this planet — for we, too, are a part of this great soul — without her having complete psychic insight into our depths of being?The planet, what we have called “Gaia” from the Greeks, has completely understood the entire evolution of the human race, everything that happened before we came here upon her body, and all that will occur after. The planet is a living being with autonomy, self-esteem, sincerity, intent, clairvoyance. I believe we are afraid to really admit this to ourselves. We are afraid to admit the implications of the earth being a living, breathing, limitless soul. The limit of our planet’s soul does not stop at her body, neither does your soul’s limit stop at your’s. Is it not the very nature of souls to lack bound? We are afraid to love our Great Mother the way she wants to be loved, we are afraid of going home. We are afraid to give the earth full agency; afraid of mother’s magic.
We may compliment the scenery or weather of our planet by saying a mountain or tree is pretty or the weather is amazing today, but none of this touches the heart of Gaia. These are all simply judgments about the relative beauty of what we see or feel when we look at Gaia. The reality is that grass growing out of concrete in the city is just as profound as the summit of Mt. Everest. A destructive hurricane or wildfire is no worse than a lush forest in full bloom. Weather and seasons are simply earth’s emotion, and we imprison emotions by judging them. All plants and animals are equally beautiful. Flowers do have an opinion about whether they are picked or not. Gaia is a great soul, which means they exist and flourish and know beyond our preferences of whether her words or actions or “good” or “bad”. As a general rule, one must love without judging to rest in the bosom of a great soul, and also to be one.
Human morality has no refuge in unconditional love, which is why we so rarely love others or ourselves freely, because morality needs judgment.
We must die to human morality and human love to rest in the bosom of the Great Mother.