Guardians of The Good Earth

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The physical world needs to be re-aligned with its own energy source, with the life force within it. The quickest way to align anything or anybody is by recognizing its true nature. Through humanity’s recognition of the sacredness of life, the divinity of everything on earth, through our reverence, the consciousness of our light can interact with the light in matter. The highest principle can come alive again within creation and release the energy waiting there.

As we awaken to this sacred unity at the core of the world, life itself awakens… This power within life gradually becomes available, and we can learn how to use it. It belongs to the magical nature of life, life’s ability to change and evolve. It carries the ancient wisdom of the archetypal world, an understanding of the energy patterns within life, the grids of power within the earth. Working with this power within creation, we can reclaim our heritage as guardians of the earth, of its sacred and mysterious ways. We can once again be initiated into the deeper levels of existence, the now-hidden ways that energy flows within and around the world. — Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

I grew up in the country, surrounded with animals both tame and wild. We ate out of our garden and my mother made butter from the cow’s milk. Because I started reading early, I got the idea that I had to move to “the city” where there would be an intellectual and artistic life.

It was hard. I was used to space and silence, to the beauty of nature.

Because I could never quite relax in a city, I kept changing cities, thinking I just needed to find the right one. But noise, traffic, the crush of the madding crowd were things I never got adjusted to. Some cities were better than others — Venice had no traffic noises, for example — but I eventually had to admit that I’m a country boy.

It’s very convenient that now the online world has every kind of cultural offering.I love bookstores, but I don’t need them as much now.

It’s hard for me to understand people who grow up in big cities and feel no real need for natural surroundings. I came to love a few cities I lived in, like Paris and New York. I would enjoy visiting them now to see how they have changed, but I’m no longer interested in putting down roots in a big city.

I remember often thinking “I’m not going to die here” when I lived there.

That phrase “guardians of the earth” has more than an intellectual resonance for me. It carries a spiritual and nostalgic resonance because it reminds me of how I felt living in the country in Texas as a child and much later in the countryside of France. I know I have a personal need to see an abundance of natural life around me, both plant and animal.

Here in Mexico we are in the high desert. Nature is not as prodigious as it was in France, for example, but it’s still enchanting. We happen to be surrounded by hummingbirds, surprisingly, and we often see water birds flying over us. They seem to know exactly where they are going.

The plant life here is exotic. We keep discovering different foods and ways of nourishing our bodies. We notice that we inhabit our bodies differently here, maybe less mechanically than in the States.

The relationships that develop between cultures and the natural world they live in is endlessly fascinating.

Vaughan-Lee is pointing out how we need to open our hearts to nature so that we can stop abusing it, stop thinking of it as a cash machine but rather as family, as relations we love and care for. That’s the idea that he’s putting forth, but if it stays on that abstract plane it’s useless. It has to be felt as an essential and foundational principle of human existence.

Vaughan-Lee is a mystic. He perceives a light in matter that speaks to him of the sacred. I appreciate that. I have a little personal basis to understand that, having grown up with an unbreakable attachment to the natural world, even though, before I knew better, I downgraded it in favor of an intellectual life.

Wendell Berry is inspiring to me here, because he went through something of the same arc, returning to his country roots finally, in spite of the dire predictions of friends. He made a courageous move there, in my opinion. He stayed true to himself:

When despair grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting for their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

At this point in the history of humans, I believe we need to turn back to nature in order to see who we are and what our role is in this creation.

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I occasionally write fiction and also about creativity, loving, language learning and travel. I’m a longtime painter and reader.

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