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THE NEW NOAHS: You May Be One

    The Evolutionary Spirit is springing forth another form of human, one that is a hybrid bridging from one era to the next. If such a quantum leap is the case—and I hold such to be so—then you would expect stories and contemporary art to emerge describing some of the features of this link. Such is the hypothesis of both physicist, David Bohm, and psychologist, Carl Jung.
    In our day movies like Avatar and The Hunger Games speak in a mother tongue connecting especially deeply with  those evolving hybrids in whom the seed was planted during birth and childhood to make the leap across the chasm that separates us from the next manifestation of Earth. Darren Aronofsky’s new movie, Noah, provides another peek at hybrid humans, and it is a good enough yarn that Time magazine’s Richard Corliss wrote, “The movie is better than the book.”
    Rather than give you a review of the movie, I write here—as I promised in the last blog—to describe a few characteristics of the the new Noahs (or human hybrids) in our midst. I am indebted to Peter Pitzele, noted mytho-dramatist, for giving me the new Noah term in a recent conversation. So, gather ’round the virtual campfire to discuss an ancient narrative in movie form (without giving away the ending).

 

Noah As A Shamanic Link
    Likely recorded in written form in the 6th Century BCE, Noah’s narrative carries strans of Paleolithic, Neolithic, and Bronze Age shamanism. The movie weaves together various themes of Earth-based, sensual spirituality and the austere sky gods like Yaweh.  Notice the liberal use of the word “shaman” in my paradigm.  The word has emerged as a description of a person who has at least a beginning ability to speak the mother tongue of nature, that form of communication beneath rational language present in  ceremonial and healing acts. The term shamanism has come to describe the intuitive, sensitive, and visionary access into the various dimensions of the natural order and invisible domains through altered states of consciousness. Both Noah (played by Russell Crowe) and his elder guide and grandfather, Methuselah (played by Anthony Hopkins), perform shamanic acts throughout the movie.

 

Wilderness Quest
    The Hollywood version of the story opens with a wilderness quest. An immediate visceral impression of the raw elements of the local geography as an energetic presence sets the stage for calling the inner wild heart to sit within the inner council and have a robust expression, after having been silent in the shadows for millennia. Herein a hybridization becomes apparent. The movie viewer sits in an air-conditioned space with the latest Hollywood technology, and yet feels a deep pull from within to move out of mainstream epistemology, as if the very rocks of the desert in which Noah and son sit, can speak. And they eventually do. Such experiences make increasingly clear that the deep essence of Nature calls us to spend time apart from usual civilization and its technological connections in order to receive transmissions of wisdom from the dimensions of reality beyond human control.
     With the new Noahs, rocks, trees, lightning, and thunder are tuning devices of the new order. Technology and intellect are present in the hybrid but as mere background supporters to a full hearing of the voice of natural essence. In the new civilization that is in its birthing stages, the much ballyhooed critical thinking of Western Civilization will take a backseat to ancient ways of knowing seen in the shaman and the 21st Century epistemology of field physics.

 

Living Rocks
     In a most jolting manner the rocks not only speak but become central characters in the movie. The movie has been banned in several fundamentalist Islamic countries, and many American evangelicals have condemned it as well. Interestingly, the harshest criticism has come at the point of the rocks as living beings. Somehow, these critics cannot imagine that rocks can communicate and be conduits of wisdom and protection.
     Field physicists, in contrast, see rocks as foundational in a web of fields which send instantaneous messages to all elements within the field. You know you are a new Noah if you have ever looked into the heated eyes of a rock, or carried one in your pocket for comfort, or seen molten rock move in a volcanic flow, or listened to water crashing over a cascading waterfalls. And, not only that, sense a wisdom link between you and living rocks. And, yes, 21st Century science proposes that rocks are not inanimate but, through sub-atomic particles, offer a form of awareness and sensitivity. If so, do these rocks not have an interest in Earth’s well-being?

 

Resurrection Plants
     Noah is awakened in a profound way through the plant world speaking to him in a mother tongue. How could this be? A plant telling Noah to build an ark? Or opening a vision for guidance along the way? Especially, if these plants just appear in the desert as a spontaneous combustion after a summer shower? Or the Creator actually being present in the plant? Resurrection plants are highly evolved to live up to fifty years without water, according to botanists. Then, within the blink of an eye they appear almost always with a profound message for those who can translate. New Noahs are beginning translators of the plant world.

 

Elders in Caves

     If you ever made a journey to a cave and sat quietly in a balm of silence, then you are a link. If you ever sought out an elder whose inspiration comes from life spent sitting around a fire with laughter and longing for the sweet taste of berries, then you are a hybrid. If you ever gawked at the inspired spirit art drawn across living rocks, then spirit is calling you to be part of the bridge between this era and the next. If you ever shivered as an elder laid her hand on your head offering a healing from the spirit world, then you are an expression of Earth moving us toward a great return to the web of life.

 

Earth And Sky Balance
     The biblical and movie versions of Noah both present us with a tale of two eras. Noah feels the message of Earth and her web of wisdom. Yet, there also is a sky spirit feature, a larger cosmic intelligence at work. Noah, like our larger human story, begins with Earth-based spirituality but then over identifies with a  masculine voice of God. Such an over identification leads to decisions devoid of the simple love all around us.
     We humans have been lost in an over balance of sky/masculine for over 5,000 years, especially in Western civilization. The lunar spirituality of the European ancients has been dominated by the solar religions of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. The Earth spirituality of North and South American indigenous peoples has been decimated by the manifest destiny religion of American capitalism. The culprit here is the loss of the feminine, and the over identification with the masculine. The time is at hand for a new balancing, and we may need to connect more fully with Earth-based spirituality for over an extended period until a balance is possible.

 

The Firm Hand of Weather Beings
     Is the Creator angry with humans for our profligate ways in mowing down the world’s forests, filling the air with our refuge, and making islands of plastic the size of Texas in the Pacific? Or, as in the shamanic world, are the living beings of weather simply showing us the consequences of our human behavior? And is the underlying question raised by this re-telling of the deluge narrative whether humans can return as participants in the sacred cycle of life? Or is the Evolutionary Spirit phasing us out, having given up on our obsession with domination?
     And what is the role of the transitional human? Building arks? Planting gardens? Collecting solar rays and rainwater? Creating nature-based communities?

 

Moon Songs
     The movie version sings a song of the moon, a lullaby directed to newborn girls brought into the world through a shamanic miracle. In the ancient world the crescent moon was seen as the horns of fertility, and out of the crib of our moon issues possibility. I left the theatre just as I have left my vision circle on many occasions with the hope that Nature is birthing a fresh connection with the Divine Feminine, Mother Earth and Sister Moon. The words of my tribal teacher, Bear Heart, came to me last night in a dream. There is a period of time, the dark of the moon, when there is no lunar visibility. The test is whether to give into despair. We have been in the dark of the moon for a long time.
     But wait, the new moon is coming. The transitional humans are being birthed through shamanic miracles. You may be one.

NATURE BIRTHS HUMAN HYBRIDS: You May Be One

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“Truth has to appear only once, in one single mind, for it to be impossible for anything ever to prevent it from spreading universally and setting everything ablaze.”  Teilhard de Chardin

Before I describe evolution’s new invention, human hybrids, I want to tell a story.  Settle down for a moment in a comfortable place and lean into a moment when humans return to the rights of the forest.

For eight years the McCurdy family in the tiny Texas town of Snook fought a lonely battle to prevent Texas state officials from cutting down an ancient stand of live oaks on land that had been family for 150 years.  This outbreak of live oaks is a small appendage of a larger forest that stretches from Florida through much of Central Texas and displays some of the most majestic oaks the planet has to offer.  Recent estimates place one Texas live oak at 2000 years, older than the Christian religion.  Some trees in the forest shared with the McCurdy family date to 500 years, more than twice the age of our still immature nation.  These dense families of oaks share a root system that connects them across large stretches of land, and to cut one is to slice into the life of the whole colony, including all of its partners in habitations.  It is to this colony of rich existence that some hybrid humans are returning, but I get ahead of my story.

At dawn on February 22, 2014, a gathering of Earthtribers shivered around a fire at dawn in preparation for a purification lodge.  I mentioned to the circle as we warmed our hands that I had just posted a blog on the question–Do Forests Have Rights?  The question seemed to hang in the air for the remainder of the day.  After the completion of the lodge, Lisa Dvorak(on the right in the above photo with a Snook live oak) explored Facebook and discovered a petition to save the Snook oaks.  The link between and synchronicity of the question of forests’ rights and the McCurdy stand of trees grabbed her and would not let go.

Soon, she drove to the tiny hamlet and met Regina McCurdy(on the left in the photo), close friend of the oaks and, according to state law, “owner” of  the land with her mother, Joyce, and sister, Phyllis.  As the two women talked, the sad news that the Texas agency(TxDot) apparently had won the day and was set to grind the trees into oblivion.  TxDot had slated the trees for demolition as part of a road project to ease traffic in the area.  Traffic?  In a town of 500?  Go figure.  The ways of massive organizations are mysterious, indeed.

Afire with the notion that humans are actually an aspect of the forest, Lisa, Phyllis, and Regina became partners and, together, stirred a mighty wind blowing across the land. The wind had been stirring for eight years, but now was the time for the Mother wind. These brave and persistent women were part of the kind of  fire that might enrich and save the forest rather than destroy it.  Soon two Republican state representatives felt the heat and, to everyone’s surprise, joined the  human voices speaking on behalf of the oaks.  Spirit doesn’t seem to care what a person’s political position is as long as she is willing to respond and become part of the Great Return to Earth’s community.  Still, even with the political pressure,TexDot did not warm to the ever enlarging cry of voices or to the heat.

“What’s the fuss?  They’re just trees,” was not only the state response but the consistent  theme of mainline culture to any feature of nature that gets in the way of so-called human progress.

Meanwhile,  Phyllis and Regina not only worked the political process with considerable savvy, but, with Lisa in the equation, also mobilized a variety of spiritual groups.  These people signed petitions, spoke to persons-in-power, and, most important, linked into eco-fields where  exchanges of information with all creation occurred.  These hybrids of nature-based spirituality and political know-how utilized a form of prayer where they connected sensually with the field and trusted the larger intelligence of sacred entanglement to move the project along.

The three emerging hybrids and their communities work with the proposal that they are not so much stewards of the forest but rather the mouthpieces of the forest.  They speak both nature’s mother tongue  and the cultural language of political and virtual power.

The results?

I was surprised by joy.

TxDot relented, changed it course, and adopted a plan “to move forward with an innovative solution that would route around the trees,” so said a TxDot spokesperson in a press release.  The agency’s engineers are now busy sketching up new plans more friendly to the centuries-old grandmother trees.

But Regina, Phyllis, and Lisa did not stop there.  They have called for a circle of celebration that includes humans and trees on the Sunday following this post. I wouldn’t miss it.  Earthtribers and Wisdom graduate students will be there. Folks from an alternative bookstore in  the ordinarily conservative Bryan/College Station area will be there.  Traditional Christians will bring their prayers of thanksgiving and “Our Fathers” to ride the sounds of drums, conchs, and native chants.  We know this is a small victory.  We are aware that cultural machines  continue to clear cut forests and decapitate mountaintops.

But, in this shining moment, we also know Nature births a new breed of human, a hybrid capable of integrating the wild heart with the best of civilization.  None of us sink fully into this new identity all the time, but, if we persist, some of the time may be enough.  As I look around at the shining lights in the circle, I see a few emerging features on the face of the new hybrids.

A Shared Root System

Such moments when we humans return to the cycle of life assists us to remember that we, like the oaks, share a root system with all of the forests of the world.  In the science of fields, we call this quantum entanglement.  Briefly put, quantum entanglement means that all of the sub-atomic particles of the universe are so deeply related that if you split one into two parts, they remain related even if separated by a galaxy or two.

Respect the Forest, Respect Yourself

You disrespect the forest, you disrespect yourself.  If you find a voice of deep respect for the trees, you find a voice of respect for yourself.  After 40 years of practicing psychotherapy, I have concluded that there is no real and lasting self-esteem apart from a  respect within the circle of life. Self-esteem might begin with interior psychology but can progress only with ecology.  Put another way, Nature is birthing a human hybrid sprouted by psychology, ecology, and cosmology.

Nature Births Hybrid Through Ceremony

A turning point in this story emerges in an ancient ceremony of purification.  Hybrid ceremonies not only connect with ancient wisdom but also become ever new through an intimate relationship with mountains, forests, rivers, and weather.   Fresh from such a ceremony, key humans participated in virtual connections that provided 66,000 voices in the form of an online petition.  These voices became those of the grandmothers and grandfathers of the forest.

Hybrids Surf Cultural Waves For Change

Phyllis and Regina connected with state legislators, media outlets, and, with Lisa, a variety of spiritual communities.  These connections became accupressure on the points of Earth’s cultures to assist in the flow of energy and information toward healthy decisions.  To apply these accupressure points on the body politic required the ability to speak not only the mother tongue of the forest but also the languages of Republican legislators, media capitalists, and   energetic environmentalists.  Politicians and state managers tend to pay attention to 66,000 signatures.  Hybrids learn how to move through these various waves and facilitate communication.

Hybrids Embody Fresh Hope

Hybrids walk a fine line between being fully aware of environmental devastation and despair created by  human civilizations and an  immense possibility  when humans reconnect to Earth’s profound sensuality and spirituality.

A Summary Thought

In future blogs I will explore in more detail the characteristics of Nature’s new hybrids–humans, coywolves, and others.  Few of us are fully hybridized but rather have moments of deep connection and integration.  We don’t yet grasp the larger identity to which we are drawn by forces beyond ourselves.  For now, I invite you to bask in the gratitude surrounding grandmother oak trees as they reach out to us, saying,”At last we have, if just for a moment, humans we can trust to be with us.”

 

 

 

 

RETURN ETHICS #2: Do Mountains Have Rights?

 

 

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One fine summer day on a visit to Oregon, Judith and I were invited to a community picnic on Nickel Mountain just off the South Umpqua River. A pleasant experience was about to turn into a horror show. We were ferried up the mountain in four-wheelers because of the rough terrain. I was unprepared for what I was about to see since I knew little about our picnic destination. As the all-terrain vehicle rounded a steep corner, a gaping hole in the mountain cried out for help in a language that reached straight into my heart. The reptilian stem of my brain vibrated and shook me like a passion in response to a primordial utterance from deep in the mountain. “Hole” doesn’t describe the devastation. The entire top of the mountain had been gouged by nickel mining. I felt sick to my stomach. (See photo of my view at the top of page)

       How could such a tragedy occur?

     After the Korean War the U.S. Government became acutely aware that the U.S. had no domestic production of nickel, which is considered by the military a strategic metal. It is used to harden iron to make steel. In ten years the government-supported mining completely decapitated the mountain even though the grade of the nickel ore was only 1.5% while other sources outside the U.S ran as high as 25%. I have long been an admirer of the Eisenhower administration as somewhat balanced, but, to my dismay, I discovered that it was the military/industrial complex under Eisenhower that chopped off the head of this beautiful mountain. Eisenhower would later famously decry some of the excesses of this complex, but it was too late for this mountain.

The Obscene Antropocene

      Some scientists are now calling our era, The Antropocene Age, as a way to describe the devastation we humans are having on our planet when we make our species– including our abuse of natural resources–the measure of all things. If you have any doubt as to the obscene Antropocene, reflect for a moment on the photo at the top of the page, as I did in-person on the fateful day of my picnic. The photo tells a story that is not one of our finer human moments. I largely embrace our human species and our possibility of returning to the balance of the circle of life, but I also have to question our unbridled hubris in moments like this. In order to make our return, we have to face the consequences of our behavior. Confronting our “me-first” practices is challenging, so hang with me.

 Mountaintop Removal

      What you see in the picture is an isolated case in Oregon, but it is the predominant method of current coal mining in the Appalachian mountains. Explosives are used to remove up to 400 feet of the mountaintops to expose underlying coal seams. Excess rock and soil laden with toxic mining byproducts are dumped in nearby valleys. For those of you who know about Enchanted Rock in the Texas Hill Country, this mining procedure would level Enchanted Rock.

     Why use this method rather than less destructive approaches? Why knock the heads off mountains? Why put people out of jobs since mountaintop removal employs fewer workers than more environmentally friendly approaches? Simple. When corporations engage fewer employees and when they cut off the heads of our beautiful brother and sister mountains, profit soars for the bottom line. Keep in mind these are the same corporations protected by the  Constitution.

      Corporations have legal rights in our culture. Mountains do not.

   Do you see a pattern here? A government/corporate partnership cuts off the top of mountains. That same partnership cuts down vast forests in the Amazon, in Oregon, and, as we saw in my last blog, Snook, Texas. Where does the military/industrial complex get the right for such wanton and unaware destruction? The issue goes much deeper than the U.S. Supreme Court and its interpretation of the U.S. Constitution. It goes deeper than a surface criticism of business and corporations.

      In some ways it would be easier to demonize our governmental structure when in fact the U.S. practices are among the most enlightened on the planet. My picnic-become-horror-show leads us to a more basic consideration of the foundation of our ethical and spiritual practices. If I follow the trail far enough, alas, it leads back to myself. I, like you, have been scripted by our civilization to value humans and de-value our surroundings. Here are a few scripts I carry around even though I want to deny them and their influence in my life.

 Human-Centered Ethical  And Spiritual Scripts

      In my last blog I pointed to the much-admired ethicist, Aristotle, as a fountain of a human-centered ethics that ultimately gives implicit permission to remove mountaintops.  His approach may be good for humans, but not for forests and mountains.

        He is not alone.

       The substructure of our civilization is humans against (or at best over) nature. When I look deeply at my inner council, I find different aspects of myself that are tempted to follow these commands,  destructive as they are for the planet as a whole.

    Consider the Genesis account:”…God said unto them(Adam and Eve), Be fruitful, and multiply, and replentish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over fish of the sea, and over fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.”(Genesis 1:27-8)

    Consider Plato’s discourse on Protagoras: “Man is the measure of all things…”(Theatetus, 161b).  Plato questions Protagoras’ relativity but not man as the measure.

    Consider St. Thomas Aquinas when he argues that all nonhuman animals are “ordered to man’s use.”(Summa Contra Gentiles, Bk. 3, pt. 2)

    Consider John Calvin, progenitor of The Reformation, when he argues that animals are “armed for your destruction, deadly serpents poised to strike, and numerous other horrors which besiege us…”(Institutes 1:17:10) Only the transcendent God can help you in your battle with your own nature and nature herself, thunders Calvin.

      Consider 20th Century scientist, Richard Dawkins, himself an atheist and an questionable interpreter of Darwin. He uses a widely quoted phrase of our culture–“red in tooth and claw”–to summarize the behavior of all living things.  Compete and survive, says this script, which has become a central plank in America’s platform.

     Consider Rick Santorum, 2012 Presidential candidate, “We were put on this Earth as creatures of God to have dominion over the Earth, to use it wisely and steward it wisely, but for our benefit not for the Earth.”(Speech at Colorado School of Mines, my italics).

      Consider President Obama and congressional gridlock. The gridlock hesitates when it comes to environmental protection.  Economy, first and environment, last. Maybe by the time you read this, Mr. Obama and congress will have found  courage to implement choices that benefit the seventh generation. I hope so. If not, we succumb to civilization’s script that focuses on what we want now and forgets our children and grandchildren.

      There are, to be sure, mystics within the Greek-Judaeo-Christian tradition who perceive the conscious spirit in all of creation. There are many scientists– especially in the newer sciences of the 21st Century– who  perceive the Universe as conscious, including the atomic particles of a mountain. These scientific pioneers are actually leading us to a return to a deep respect for the unity of mind and nature. If you are reading this blog, you likely have enlightened moments when you move beyond the scripts given to us through our culture. I experience such moments of greater sensitivity to the ecoscapes in which I live. I also have compassion for those parts of myself under the sway of the me-first scripts described above.

      All that said, I must honestly face the foundations of our mainline global culture. I must face the inner scripts that live in me and give permission to cut the top off mountains when it benefits my lifestyle. Maybe that is why I was sick at my stomach at the picnic. I, like all of us, carry the viral contagion  of  culture to decapitate mountains for my own use. It is a sickness unto death.  Why?

      If I cut off the heads of mountains, I cut off my own soul.

Without Mountaintops

        Without mountaintops we have no Moses to receive the Ten Commandments;

      Without mountaintops we have no heights for Jesus to be transfigured;

      Without mountaintops we have no Black Hills’ peaks for Black Elk to receive his vision;

      Without mountaintops we have no inspiration for Georgia O’Keefe’s painting.

      Without mountaintops we walk a soulless path.

 Where can we look for a pathway out of these destructive practices? Begin with an ancient form of prayer.

A Prayer To Nickel Mountain

Aho Sacred Mountain,

I feel a bit strange speaking to you as if you are conscious, a being of intelligence, able to converse in a lost language.

As I shift to that tongue known to my ancestors, I affirm the possibility of a deeper and intimate connection with you.

 I acknowledge that I have been schooled to think of you as inanimate, lifeless rock and dirt. But, beyond my usual thinking, I intuit your presence, your hurt,  your loss, and your majesty.

I confess my part in cutting off your head.  

By not being aware of these mining practices.      By using products that depend on your devastation.  By living with my head in the sand.

I don’t deserve for you and all the mountains of Earth to accept me back  into a living and respectful relationship with you.

 Still, I ask for your forgiveness and your acceptance,  that we might, together, serve our Mother Earth,

and the larger Whole.

And most of all, don’t give up on us humans.  We are beginning to wake up.