The land shapes the body - heart, mind, and soul. It is the landscape of our Mother Earth that creates the psychosomatic state from which we enter into relationship with self and other. It becomes the ground of reality from which we emanate, silently directing the currents of the heart and spirit, whispering her sacred perspectives and trajectories as we move through the seasons.
The desert is a place of profound awakening. The spareness of the landscape, the dryness and minimal, brilliant life, the endless beating of the pure fire of the Sun raining down from dusk till dawn, the external loneliness and the incredible sense of isolation, all of this creates a psychic state ripe for cracking oneself wide open like a lightning rod through the center of the spine. Such land moves the person more naturally into altered states and other realms, a psychedelic opening into the etheric expanse of pure consciousness. In this space, much like the open desert herself, there are no borders and boundaries, one can feel the horizon line as part of the soma itself, one can look up and know the cosmos as it swirls endlessly inside of our own genetic spiral. This is the sacredness of such a place.
But life in the lush mountains is quite different. The mountains grow the body like a tree, deep and wide and strong. The mountains give shelter, allowing one to hide in the caves of earthen remembrance, and flow like the thousand rivers moving back to the one great ocean. Here the body remembers its connection to earth and stone and rock. The mountains speak of the ancient ones, dragons before time, endlessly reaching through space into the ever rolling sea of life above and below.
Life is lived within a smaller circumference in mountain time, where the horizon is no longer a breathing entity in the psyche. Instead the holy mountains rise up, confronting and protecting, and giving shelter to the one who hides away. This is some of the deep magic of such a place.
And so every environment radiates and emanates it’s own sacred reality which then forms and shapes the very realities that we live within. From the open shorelines sinking deep into the ocean, to the densest forests and most lush jungles, we live through the earth lines from which we spring. This life is cast upon every experience that we move through, becoming the tapestry of our psychic body.
And so it is that we can also live through the artificial worlds of brick and mortar, of glass and hologram, of virtual and transhuman.
We either choose to spring from the land that is our one true biological home, or we deliver our psychic experience into the synthetic and mechanistic, merging with that which is not truly of this earth, and that which is not of the human spirit.
Human life can survive in such darkness, but just barely. It is true that we do generate our own internal light - like the sun from which we emanate - through the wisdom of our own cells. We need this light. This is how it is that we can comprehend on a deeper level our own origin story, born from earth and heavan, and from the very star that guides us home.
But a human being cannot thrive without the deep root that is provided by the great Mother Earth.
A human being cannot truly awaken without the pure light that pours down and through us by the great Cosmic Father, earth and sky meeting in the center of the human soul, through the spine that is the staff of life.
Our very life, birth and awakening depends upon these earthen and cosmic forces from which we spring touching our very skin, activating our bones, imparting to us the remembrance of our true nature, intertwined with nature herself.
In a world that asks each of us to forget this deep remembrance, reconnection to our original story is the root which grounds us into our cosmic consciousness, and the angelic form that is the birthright of every human soul. This is the deepest path of resistance, where resistance itself is released into the pure power of our earthly and cosmic inheritance, and where the sheer beauty of our being, once reawakened, simply cannot be forgotten.
yes. The earth is our body and breath. An inseparable part of us. I found it so beautiful your interpretation of different landscapes. Being a creature of the forest, lakes and mountains myself, I visited the desert for the first time in my life this year and it was a deeply transformative experience. I was blow away by the ways the landscape can be so vastly different, and how absolutely expansive, open and revealing such places as a desert can be. Really moving. Thank you dear one <3