Wisdom From Mama Earth
by LuCurisa (Guest Writer)
Publish Date: Tue 09th Jul 2024
They came into this dimension from the unseen spiritual community, people of the soil. They revelled in the soil, cultivated her and called her Mama (Earth). She welcomed them and they walked upon her, feeling her strength, caring for her, nurturing and feeding her.
They would sit upon her, rubbing her grittiness on their legs, allowing her to sift through their fingers; feeling her warmth penetrate their bodies and they were at peace.
As they attended to her, they would listen to her whispers and she taught them her magic, like how to rise above the waters amid storms; they lived in peace.
Then came the days of bloodshed.
Mankind was at war with itself, perpetrating all manner of atrocities against itself. The people of the soil soon found themselves splitting their beloved Mama Earth open to bury the sins and atrocities of mankind inside her.
Year after year, decade after decade, century after century they fed her a constant diet of blood and flesh until they could no longer bear the thought of what they were doing to her. Their feelings of guilt caused them to no longer hear her whispers; they forgot the magic they had learned from her. They believed their beloved Mama Earth had severed the connection.
So, the people of the soil decided to never enter this dimension as people of soil again.
Too much had been lost.
What the people of the soil did not understand was Mama Earth understood that death was a part of her destiny, her purpose, the reason she was spoken into being. She knew how to transform death into new life. How to feed it and nurture it, how to cause it to grow to feed and nurture others.
Mama Earth never stopped connecting with her people, the people of the soil.
The people of soil allowed mankind to make them forget their destiny, their purpose, their reason for coming into this dimension, separating them from Mama Earth.
Mama Earth is now waiting, waiting to feel their footsteps once again as they walk upon her; waiting for them to feel her warmth and her strength. Waiting for them to hear her whispers once again, waiting for them to remember the magic she taught them, waiting for them to remember her, to remember, to remember.
Do you remember?
Written by LuCurisa – Guest Writer
