PS Gaia Is your mother...Part 1

A teacher once told me of a stone which for a

million years had lain at the bottom of the ocean,

until one day a vast upheaval overturned the

seabed and the stone found itself washed up on a

beach. Within hours it was completely dry. Might

as well have hung out in the desert, for all that

remained of its ocean sojourn.

At the time, I was not sure if the story was a

warning or an encouragement. If I were to meditate

my whole life and then on the last day succumb to

the seductuve call of worldly passion, would I be

better off, than if I spent my time pursuing

desire until the last few moments and then dried

out, spitirually speaking? Eventually I came to

suspect that the issue of ocean versus desert, of

spirit versus matter, was absurd, so I thanked the

teacher and followed a path that left no turn

unstoned for many years.

Time passes, and daily my beliefs about life are

challenged, yet a few things remain constant: I

need love, I need food, I need shelter from the

storms....In short, I am human, and though some

part of me is as vast as music, most of what I

need is to be found right here on this planet.

Made me really sit up and take notice, that

thought, even though it smacked of cliche. You see

I spent so much time meditating in my young and

flexible days that just to think "lotus' makes my

knees scream. Never was I aware of becoming one

with the universe, and now in a moment of halfway

intelligent thinking, my cells, my thoughts, my

passions and my entire chemical soup merged with

the planet.  One could call me earthbound perhaps

- inextricably one with this cosmic little

molecule, floating about in heaven.  The rest of

the universe will have to wait, I suppose, until

my consciousness expands quite considerably.

Of course not everyone shares my viewpoint - some

are certain that this is merely a way station to

something better. Others see it as a school. But

no matter which way you look at it, you and I are

sharing a home together just currently. And this

is why I write: I have agreed to 'translate' some

messages from the deep central consciousness that

I and many others lovingly  and respectfully call

'Gaia' - an ancient name for the Earth as Great

Mother (or perhaps as an atom of the great

Mother). If you are not sure of what her message

is - look between the lines.

P.S. Gaia is your mother.