EARTH CARE
IF THIS
PLANET DIES YOU DIE TO
THINK ABOUT IT 
This section is dedicated to the preservation of MOTHER EARTH.
Earthlings
we are killing her by our continual disregard for the balence of life.
I will be putting forth some ideas that can be used by anyone to further
their learning to live in harmony with Mother Earth and contributing to
her well being. Mother Earth is a living sentient being and while we exist
on her, (Just like the dust mites that live on us) we can be beneficial
to our host or a parasite that causes her death. Fortunately, Earthlings
have an awareness that allows them to be conscious of their acts, and hopefully
intelligence enough to take action.
When
reviewing the initial set up of this page, I thought an explanation of
how I felt about my home, would be in order, but I couldn't find the words
to express how I feel. I then remembered an exert from a book that I felt
could portray how I have learned to feel for her:
from
Tales of Power by Carlos Casteneda
The
predilection of two warriors
He addressed me in particular
and said that once I had said that the life of a warrior was cold and lonely
and devoid of feelings.
"The life of a warrior
cannot possibly be cold and lonely and without feelings," he said, "because
it is based on his affection, his affection, his devotion, his dedication
to his beloved. And who, you may ask, is his beloved? I will show you now."
Don genaro stood up
and walked slowly to a perfectly flat area right in front of us, ten or
twelve feet away. He made a strange gesture there. He moved his hands as
if he were sweeping dust off his chest and his stomach . Then an odd thing
happened to him, a flash of almost imperceptible light went through him;
it came from the ground and seemed to kindle his entire body. He did a
sort of backward pirouette, a backward dive more properly speaking, and
landed on his chest and arms. His movement had been executed with such
precision and skill that he seemed to be a weightless being. a worm like
creature that had turned on itself. When he was on the ground he performed
a series of unearthly movements. He glided just a few inches above the
ground, or rolled on it as if he were lying on ball bearings; or he swam
on it describing circles and turning with the swiftness and agility of
an eel swimming in the ocean. "Genaro's love is the world." he said. "He
was just now embracing this enormous earth but since he's little all he
can do is swim in it. But the earth knows that Genero loves her and she
bestows on him its care. That's why Genero's life is filled to the brim
and his state, wherever he will be, will always be plentiful. Genero roams
the path of his love, and wherever he is is complete. "Don Juan squatted
in front of us. He caressed the ground gently. "This is the predilection
of two warriors," he said "This earth, this world. For a warrior
their can be no greater love. Only if one loves this earth with unbending
passion can one release ones sadness." Don Juan said. "A warrior
is always joyful because his love is unalterable and his beloved, the earth
embraces him and bestows upon him inconceivable gifts. The sadness belongs
only to those who hate the very thing that gives shelter to their beings."
Don Juan caressed the ground with tenderness. This very lovely being that
is alive to it's last recesses and understands every feeling, soothed
me, it cured me of it's pains and finally when I had fully understood my
love for it, it taught me freedom." He paused. the silence around us was
frightening. The wind hissed softly and then I heard the distant
barking of a lone dog.
"Listen to that barking,
Don Juan went on. "That is the way my beloved earth is helping me now to
bring this last point to you. That barking is the saddest thing one can
hear."
We were quiet for
a moment. The barking of that lone dog was so sad and the stillness around
us so intense that I experienced a numbing anguish. It made me think of
my own life, my sadness, my not knowing where to go, what to do.
"That dog's barking
is the nocturnal voice of man, "don juan said. "It comes from that valley
to the south. A man is shouting through his dog, since they are companion
slaves for life, his sadness, his boredom, He's begging his death to come
and release him from the dull and dreary chains of his life. That barking,
and the loneliness it creates speaks of the feeling of men, "he went on.
"Men for whom an entire life was like one sunday afternoon, an afternoon
which was not altogether miserable, but rather hot and dull and uncomfortable.
they sweated and fussed a great deal. They didn't know where to go, or
what to do. That afternoon left them with only the memory of petty annoyances
and tedium, and then suddenly it was over, it was already night."
" The antidote for
the poison is here," don juan said, caressing the ground. The sorcerers
explanation cannot at all liberate the spirit. Look at you. You're more
alone than ever, because without an unwavering love for the being that
gives you shelter, aloneness is loneliness.
Only the love for
this splendorous being can give freedom to a warriors spirit; and freedom
is JOY, efficiency, and abandon in the face of any odds. That is the last
lesson. It is always left for the very last moment , for the moment of
ultimate solitude when a man faces his death and his aloneness. Only then
does it make sense.
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