church of trees

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externalized heavens

carpet of spires

ever-greens forever

an ocean that never ends

kiss the earth

and kiss the infinite ocean of love

inside and out 

october 2012

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hello, ocean

I’d felt it coming for days, some rip tide, some shifting of current in the ocean of existence that is the world we live in, some much ignorable sense that something big was about to happen.

 

There I was in the shower, in a bathroom painted with swimming dolphins,  contemplating the events of a few days before.  I had been treating a client and as the energy around her form expanded…  the air was filled with the image of swimming dolphins, the joy, the sense of play….when we emerged from the treatment room, I knew that was it…no more treatments today.  We had to go to the beach.   My colleague went to work, I went to the beach. Two days later, three days later…there they were, thousands of them.  Swimming off the surf of San Diego.  In truth, I’d been seeing dolphins for a long time in my meditations, and did not know what they wanted.

 

It was not the first time that I’d heard the call of nature, as I left the office and traveled down to the seaside, I remembered, each time that feeling, that somehow, I was being asked to for them.  To call our attention to the organic whole to which we belong, as part of this great ecosystem that is the earth, that we might improve our performance as team players in the eco system.  That we might stop our assumption that we were separate, and our harmful actions were irrelevant.

 

But always before, there was a message, a call for help so to speak, that I could clearly communicate to my friends and family and anyone else listening.  What was the message?  They came to tell us something.  Something big apparently.

 

Then I heard the thunk, and then another.

 

Now, I don’t really believe this myself, but I will tell you anyway.  You see for some reason I had set about cleaning the shower before I took one. It’s just easier that way…then your body is not covered with shower dirt.  So I KNEW there was no dirt on the floor.

 

I reached down, and picked up the piece of metal.  Where did it come from? I couldn’t tell.  Covered as it was with with some mysterious white substance, soap scum?  The shower head was intact, and there appeared no place in the shower or on the ceiling that such an object could come from.

 

It was difficult to see as my contact lens had slipped in my eye shortly before stepping in the shower, no sight of it now, pun well intended.  For some time I had considered that this was perhaps the least ecological act of vanity that I participated in, knowing as I did that the silicon from the contact lenses polluted the ocean, lasting forever, even though the lenses were only good for a short period of time.  The contact lens companies made the longer lasting versions obsolete.  Profits I suppose.

 

No, there was no discernible source for the metal object that now rested in my hand.  I’d read about this, peoples lives totally disrupted by mystical objects appearing with messages.  Wasn’t really in my life plans. to have this experience.

 

But then as I held the object I saw it, boats and and other metallic objects rotting, or not rotting as the case may be, on the base of the ocean.  Oh, we gotta stop throwing stuff in the ocean.  They are letting us know it’s getting worse than we think it is.  We are destroying their homes, and as a consequence, our own.  Are we in this together yet?  Or do we still think we are above it all?  Well, I never threw a boat on the bottom of the ocean.  I mean accidents happen.  That didn’t seem a strong message (Stop sinking the Titanic!!).  Oh wait…maybe it was….

 

I stepped out of the shower and stopped to make sure I left it clean, shared bathroom that it is.   As I swiped my hand across the bottom of the stall I snagged it, a tiny piece of plastic, a corner torn from some snack, or perhaps the bag that I purchased my organic lentils in just the day before.  That doesn’t dissolve either, and I guess they were trying to tell me, that each little piece matters.  We all do what we do to minimize our footprint, but each little piece matters, and there is always more we can do.

 

As to the question of where they were going, my guess is that they were specifically here to visit, to send a strong message, same as we might do..”Occupy the Ocean” and such.

 

Yes, Occupy the Ocean indeed.

Written February 19, 2013