I am being carried along on a Wave of Souls that's gaining momentum & gaining volume like the ocean rolling to the shoreline.
What is on the shore that needs so many of us, I cannot fathom;
we will all have learned to surf by the time we reach it, though, and that will give us strength to clambour up the mountain to the safety of the plains.
Is this Mother Earth in crisis? Is this the Summerlands?
Is this a new beginning? The gathering will be strong for it must be strong.
Mother Earth, like the Phoenix, will give birth to Herself from the purifying Ashes;
She will be washed clean by the Ocean; She will Breathe again.
We will be strong to withstand Her Fire; we will be tested by Her Waters;
we will be free to live on Her Air. And what will we teach our Children (for they will inherit Her)?
Can you carry water? Can you chop wood?
The Wave of Souls is gathering to learn to teach to strengthen to heal. We must learn to survive,
we must learn to build, we must learn to subsist,
we must learn to live on Mother Earth without our protective coating,
we must learn to heal ourselves and each other, we must learn to Love, and we must learn to teach.
To teach our children from our mistakes that they may understand.
To teach our children our skills that they may come naturally to them, for there is strength in skill.
To teach our children to be strong and kind and loving as we will learn to be.
We must be strong to see what lies around us and not be beaten by it, nor be taken by it.
We must be strong through the Birth as Mother Earth will be in great pain.
Her human child will need nurturing, and it's growth will be slow.
We must heal ourselves and each other for there is strength in health.
We must heal our gardens so Her plants grow true,
We must heal our rivers so Her waters run pure,
We must heal our forests and all that live in them.
We must heal our Mother.
When the Wave peaks above the shoreline, we will be ready we will Know. We are travellers, We have journeyed together before,
We have already our skills for we gift them to ourselves from times past.
Who will journey with me anew?
Who will come with me on a search through time to find each gift we have left wrapped and waiting?
Who will come with me to discover who we have been to make us who we are today?
Who will come with me to find our strength to heal our wounds to learn to love?

Phoenix Rose
15 Dec 1999