PS Gaia is your Mother Part 4

Sacred Poop

PS Gaia is your Mother Part 4

Sacred Poop

On a mountain right in the middle of the Pacific

Ocean, a once extinct forest was being rebirthed.

And there, fostering the baby trees lived one

black-eyed queen of the outlaws. A native of

Amsterdam and generally of practical mien, her

philosophy was often born in the toolshed, but

only if the toolshed was a fun place to be. Hence,

she decided to lose weight once by going on a fast

of lysergic acid and earl grey tea. During this

phase she had one all night bout with the gremlins

in the compost heap. By dawn she was peacably

composed on the remains of the back porch, tea in

hand.

" We're all mulch," she said.

" Wha...hm" I barely answered. Those days 'bed'

for me was a short square hard leather couch which

gave me advantage over the rodent junta which

ruled the porch by night. Not even Abbie Hofman

had the keys to unlock my mind. But Mulch became

the mantra of the morning and by the time my soul

and body had reconnected for the day, I was a

convert.

For the unitiated: mulch is generally made up of

ground up grasses, rotted trees, plant matter -

that sort of thing. So me as mulch? Well it does

something for the raw edge of guilt with which I

participate in consuming 75% of the earth's

resources along with my fellow first worlders to

know that I will eventually have something to give

back. However I will take longer than the average

cane stalk to decay into something useable. So in

the meantime I am learning how to Poop.

Rudolf Steiner, the mystic scientist (please

accept that I quote him loosely) mentioned once

that the purpose of a cow was to take in cosmic

lightwaves through its horns and then by digesting

earth matter (grass) in its several stomachs, to

combine this information and deposit it back into

the earth in the form of cowpies. I also recall

him mentioning thaat these selfsame cowpies were

windows for gnomes to look out from inside the

earth...(!) You may think this is all BS but given

that a cowpie is also a habitat for psilocybin

mushrooms I choose to open my reality lens a

little as to the Potential Power of Poop.

I mean if a cow can chew the cosmic cud just

standing in a field (provided no one has deprived

it of its antennae) what could us fledgling

avatars have to offer in the way of illuminated

eliminations?

The pharoahs were known for their sacred poop.

Collected in golden bowls and fed to the rarest

gardens...Is it possible that consciousness

relfects back into the earth when a creature

defacates or dies or bleeds or cries?

I've heard that it is so. We are fed by Gaia and

she is nourished by our awareness mingled with our

animal secretions. Turns the toilet into a temple

does it not? And the tampon into a magic wand!

If mantra is the empowerment of the throat chakra

and tantra is the empowerment of the sexual chakra

then shall we call this deepest descent of spirit

into matter... dumpta?

What crap, you say. Remember how shocked our aunts

and granduncles were by the sexual revolution?

Well perhaps this is a different stage of

evolution, equally shocking to the status quo: The

decade for conscious defacation, when nourishing

the mother planet may turn out to be crucial for

all life as we know it. If that is the case then

we could do a lot worse than to spiritualise our

shit.

Earth is in heaven. A simple point of physics. All

that we eat and all that we drink are the body and

blood of this celestial earth. So why not make a

sacrament out of our most earthy practices. Fellow

compost makers, may we once more learn how to give

Her each day our daily Poop. Preferably beneath