🌹 Living in sync with Earth, and how it will actually look

 

The future isn’t humans ascending beyond Earth.
It’s humans finally learning how to live with her.

Something shifted.
Not as a revelation. Not as a prophecy.
But as a quiet recognition that landed fully in the body.

This isn’t about ascension, awakening, or becoming “more.”
It’s about returning to something very basic we forgot how to do:

Living in sync with Earth.

What follows isn’t a vision of a distant future.
It’s a description of a state that is already forming —
where humans stop fighting life
and start moving at the pace of the planet that carries them.

How syncing with Earth will actually look

Not dramatic.
Not mystical.
Not abstract.

Quiet. Coherent. Embodied.

1. The nervous system becomes Earth-paced

People are no longer regulated by:

clocks
deadlines
artificial urgency
constant stimulation

They are regulated by:

light
breath
seasons
gravity
relational rhythm

You’ll see fewer extremes:
less frenzy, less collapse, less dissociation.

Not because life is “easier,”
but because bodies are no longer fighting the planet they live on.

2. Leadership shifts from dominance to coherence

No one is above through power.
No one is below through submission.

The central figure isn’t ruling.
She’s holding resonance.

Leadership looks like:

people who stay regulated under pressure
people whose presence settles others
people who listen to land, not just data

Authority comes from alignment, not control.

3. Feminine and masculine become currents, not roles

The old war dissolves:

action vs rest
logic vs intuition
strength vs softness

Instead:

masculine becomes directional clarity
feminine becomes relational intelligence

Every human carries both.
No one has to perform them.

That’s why bodies soften.
Hands rest on the heart.
Eyes close — no longer seeking validation.

4. Community forms through resonance, not identity

People don’t gather because they agree.
They gather because their nervous systems can co-regulate.

Community grows around:

shared rhythm
shared care
shared land
shared responsibility

Conflict still exists —
but it doesn’t escalate into destruction,
because the ground holds it.

5. Earth is no longer a resource — she is a regulator

This is the biggest shift.

Earth isn’t worshipped.
She is listened to.

Cities change shape.
Food systems slow down.
Architecture breathes.
Technology becomes quieter.

Not primitive.
Not anti-tech.
Just life-compatible.

What the future does not look like

Not:

constant ceremonies
endless spiritual language
permanent bliss
everyone “awake”

It looks like:

people who stay with discomfort without violence
children not born into overwhelmed nervous systems
grief that moves instead of calcifies
joy that doesn’t need performance

The core truth

Syncing with Earth doesn’t make humans more spiritual.
It makes them more sane.

And that’s why this future is inevitable —
because the current model is neurologically unsustainable.

The future isn’t humans ascending beyond Earth.
It’s humans finally learning how to live with her.

And yes —
this is the future you are already building.

Sirius Olea Solaris
#SpiritualWarriors #ArchitectsOfNewEarth

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Butterfly Metaphor - Imaginal Cells and the Transformation of Society

Update: March 2020 - ​I'm re-posting this Butterfly video as, with the CoV forcing many of us into "social distancing" practices, the post's message seems more timely than ever.

A friend of mine shared with me that she's begun re-framing social distancing as "cocooning" which gives the practice more positive and regenerative connotations, and aligns with the metaphor of society entering its chrysalis stage offered below.

Ever wonder how we'll ever get out of this crazy mess we're in: rampant consumerism devouring the planet, with no end in sight; ever-widening the gap between the "haves" and the "have-nots"?

Enjoy this 4-minute video by Bruce Lipton that describes the metamorphosis of the caterpillar into a butterfly and how it provides a hopeful metaphor for the current stage of our society. Happy cocooning!

And for several other inspiring videos about butterflies, CLICK HERE

 

Or, if you prefer to receive this butterfly wisdom in the form of poetry:

Cocoon

Do not expect cocooning

To be easy.

It is not a time of rest

But of rebirth.

They used to think

That the Caterpillar

Merely slept there,

Awaiting the wonder of wings.

This is not true.

To cocoon means

The breaking down of self,

Of letting go of all

that may be considered

Caterpillar.

Yielding to the chrysalis call.

Dropping all that is old identity,

All that is desire,

All that is hungry,

All that is eating, eating, eating,

Endlessly.

When the moment comes, called

To go to the cool dark underleaf, underlog place,

To spin the silk of silent self,

The Caterpillar dissolves,

Touches the point of nothingness

Of being;

Become now

Neither Caterpillar

Nor Butterfly

Become simply, potential,

Until new form is found,

Until the selfmade tomb is too tight

And Butterfly is birthed,

bursting blessing, beauty.

A journey through stillness

into freedom,

Into flight,

No one who knew the Caterpillar

Would know it in the Butterfly,

No one who knows the Butterfly

Would see in it

Even the memory

Of Caterpillar,

Yet within there is

A continuity of being

A new recipe out of old ingredients

A life remade, a seed flowered, a potency fulfilled,

There is pain in this

I am sure.

How could there not be?

There is always pain

In surrender,

In transformation,

In new life, new birth

Death before resurrection,

Letting go, before letting be

This is the divine order of things

This is why there hides

Even here, even now,

In all your old Caterpillar desiring,

In the hunger at the core of your being,

The promise of Butterfly

If you would but surrender

To the call

Of the cocoon.

If you would know,

even for a day,

The wonder of wings

The freedom of flight.

 

Brother Richard Hendrick OFM Cap

 

Winter Solstice Musings

Hello friends, this is a re-post from a posting I wrote in December of 2009. I hope it lifts your spirits!

Mandala - "Light is Returning" by Llyn Peabody

Winter Solstice was only meaningful to me on a rather "intellectual" basis when I lived in the city. Each year, as Autumn days drew shorter and evening commutes occurred more and more in the dark, I vowed to "pay attention to the seasons" and aspired to live a life in tune with natural rhythms. I was only ever marginally successful. These last two years, since living in rural Alpine, Oregon and growing a garden, the seasonal changes have become very real to me. The sun is setting these days at about 4:30 here, and doesn't rise again till about 7:30. I am acutely aware of just how few daylight hours there are and eagerly await the turning point of Winter Solstice. Even though winter will still have its grip on things  - weather-wise, I know the days will start getting longer and for this I am truly grateful.

I know many of you who receive these posts from Chris' and my garden blog are probably faced with your own winter blues these days. Even if you live in a city with its artificially extended day-light hours, you can't help but be affected by the turning seasons, the dour headlines, economic stress and other challenges of being human.

I send along this slide-show I put together with a song whose lyrics are meant to inspire you to keep looking for simple ways your bliss and gifts can intersect with the world's need. (link below)


"Light is returning,
Even though this is the darkest hour,
No one can hold
Back the dawn." Charlie Murphy

The Forest of a Million Trees

Light is Returning - Solstice Song

Here, on this shortest day of the year, here are the lyrics from a Solstice song by Charlie Murphy.

Light is returning
Even though this is the darkest hour.
No one can hold back the dawn.

Let's keep it burning;
Let's keep the light of hope alive!
Make safe our journey through the storm.

One planet is turning
Circle on her path around the Sun.
Earth Mother is calling her children home. 

To hear the music, CLICK HERE.

And, another offering...

Blessing for the Longest Night--by Jan Richardson, syndicated from adventdoor.com, Dec 23, 2020

All throughout these months
as the shadows
have lengthened,
this blessing has been
gathering itself,
making ready,
preparing for
this night.

It has practiced
walking in the dark,
traveling with
its eyes closed,
feeling its way
by memory
by touch
by the pull of the moon
even as it wanes.

So believe me
when I tell you
this blessing will
reach you
even if you
have not light enough
to read it;
it will find you
even though you cannot
see it coming.

You will know
the moment of its
arriving
by your release
of the breath
you have held
so long;
a loosening
of the clenching
in your hands,
of the clutch
around your heart;
a thinning
of the darkness
that had drawn itself
around you.

This blessing
does not mean
to take the night away
but it knows
its hidden roads,
knows the resting spots
along the path,
knows what it means
to travel
in the company
of a friend.

So when
this blessing comes,
take its hand.
Get up.
Set out on the road
you cannot see.

This is the night
when you can trust
that any direction
you go,
you will be walking
toward the dawn.

—Jan Richardson
from The Cure for Sorrow: A Book of Blessings for Times of Grief

There will be time enough for running. For rushing. For worrying. For pushing. For now, stay. Wait. Something is on the horizon. --Jan Richardson

"We've Been Programmed To Be Addicted!" - How To Break Addiction & Bad Habits | Dr. Joe Dispenza

I love how Joe Dispenza brings profound metaphysical insights and practices to the grounded world of science. He is a bridge between the spiritual and the practical. Watch this 17-min video to see his approach to overcoming addictions, whether they be to substance, habits or self-destructive thought patterns. Very liberating.

 

The Coming Anastrophe

(Originally posted in 2017...but still true!) I came across this inspiring and thought-provoking video yesterday: The Coming Anastrophe by James Corbett.

Image: Sundara Fawn - 2007

Some people think that we can't really move forward, to heal society and all its ills, until there's a 'collapse' or 'catastrophe' of some kind; otherwise (the story goes) we'll just keep putting patches on a system that's so broken that anything built on top of it will inherently be flawed.  Corbett offers an alternative story: that an 'anastrophe' would be a sudden and rapid awakening of humanity that would lift us unified out of the many troubles facing the world.

He says that the change must begin at the community/neighborhood level. I admit that his views can seem a bit utopian but I appreciate him for shining a spotlight in a new direction -- away from the fascination many people feel in waiting for 'the BIG one'; the catastrophe that will hopefully, finally catalyze us out of the many messes the world is in.

I think he touched on what many intentional communities, and people living in the alternative culture are feeling these days. There's a feeling of waiting; that it's not quite time to act; that we need a 'sign' from outside ourselves.

I know that, here at the Sharing Gardens we sometimes find ourselves waiting for a big external stimulus to move us to the next level. We built up something to a certain crescendo-point but then it peaked and now it seems we're waiting to receive our next instructions...Is this just a cop-out? I'm not sure... I know that, until I/we have clear guidance before acting, that our efforts are often wasted. It's important to be clear before moving forward but I also sometimes feel this can be an excuse not to act at all. There's some famous quote that says - " All that's needed for evil to take over the world is for good people to do nothing".

Feel free to comment below, if so inspired. Blessings.

Here's the link to the video. 

my great great grandfather was a monarch butterfly...

Poem "Ancestry" by Fred LaMotte 

My DNA results came in.

Just as I suspected,

my great great grandfather

was a monarch butterfly.

Much of who I am is still

wriggling under a stone.

I am part larva, but

part hummingbird too.

There is dinosaur tar in

my bone marrow.

My golden hair sprang out

of a meadow in Palestine.

Genghis Khan is my fourth cousin,

but I didn't get his dimples.

My loins are loaded with

banyan seeds from Sri Lanka,

but I descended from Ravanna,

not Ram.

My uncle is a mastodon.

There are traces of white people

in my saliva.

3.7 billion years ago I swirled

in hydrogen dust,

dreaming of a planet overgrown

with lingams and yonis.

More recently, say 60,000 B.C.

I walked on hairy paws

across a land bridge

joining Sweden to Botswana.

I am the bastard of the sun and moon.

I can no longer hide my heritage of

raindrops and cougar scat.

My mud was molded with your grandmother's tears.

I was the brother

who marched you to the sea

and sold you.

I was the merchant from Savannah

and the cargo of blackness.

I was the chain.

Admit it, you have wings,

vast and crystal,

like mine, like mine.

You have sweat, dark and salty,

like mine, like mine.

You have secrets silently

singing in your blood,

like mine, like mine.

Don't pretend that earth

is not one family.

Don't pretend we never hung

from the same branch.

Don't pretend we do not ripen

on each other's breath.

Don't pretend we didn't

come here to forgive.

 

Fred LaMotte is the author of three books of poetry. A graduate of Yale University and Princeton Theological Seminary, he has been director of Religious Studies and Community Service at America’s oldest Quaker school, a college instructor in World Religions, an interfaith college chaplain, and a meditation teacher.

For more information about Fred, please visit these links:

• Fred’s personal website of poetry: https://yourradiance.blogspot.com/
• Fred’s book, Wounded Bud
• Fred’s book, Savor Eternity One Moment at a Time
• Fred’s book, The Fire of Darkness