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Gaia, Mother Goddess: James Lovelock's theory, Gaia:

Ecology of life: Earth Goddess Gaia

A book excerpt from the Iconoclast Press online library.

               

                Everything in life- even the smallest, most trivial experience or action- is in reality a building block, carved by invisible masons, and placed in a way so as to precisely construct the house being built within ourselves.

                For example, when I was in university, despite an inability to stay awake in class, I completed a degree in Biology, with a concentration in Ecology and Evolution, which I had chosen specifically because I was in love with the mystery of life. Ecology is based on the interdependence of all life, but little did I know at that point how absolute the rule truly is, and that every act and intent is a part of the whole, whether we know it or not. All flesh is one flesh.

               

Furthermore, during one of my insultingly tedious classes, we were required to do an independent study, and in going through the motions I stumbled upon James Lovelock’s vanguard theory called Gaia- the Mother Earth- which basically hypothesizes that the earth is actually a living organism. Albeit his theory was actually anachronistic, and only vanguard to the patriarchal minds running rampant through academia ever since the institution’s inception; Lovelock was merely unearthing, so to speak, what the Druids and Pagans had long known as an absolute truth- that the earth is alive.

                Anyway, I did a study on Lovelock’s theory, and was glad to have learned a bit of swallowable academia, and yet, because I was still thoroughly brainwashed, having been raised and deranged in the polarized dementia of such academic institutions, I did not realize back then that my affinity for the Mother was already growing within me, even during those formative years of my conceptual incarceration.

                In fact, as early as three years old, when I was caught going from door to door in our neighborhood, trying to sell the bums and boobs, cut from the nude bodies I had found in my father’s Playboy Magazines, to any takers, I can see now that I was already infatuated with the Mother.

                To be sure, there are hidden but living blueprints within the entire fabric of our journey through life, and not only our specific, individual life, but also within our connected existence, for the ‘part’ is so interdependent with the whole that the lines of division, distinguishing where one individual leaves off and where another begins, slowly dim and eventually fade away, as we dissolve from identity and infiltrate the whole. The connectedness is life, and the destination to which we are all headed is the same one, though our experiences of the trip, and of our arrival, may be very different.

                My physical brother, for example, carries a very similar spirit, soul, and disposition to my own, and though our paths are as idiosyncratic as all others, there are also immense and deep similarities between us, for we are of the same fabric, and therefore are made from the same loom.

               

Knowing this, it was inspiring, but not shocking, to find that my brother had taken, while I was writing this work, employment on a privately owned, ocean-going vessel which, for a summer, was cruising the marvelous fiords and channels of British Columbia and the Alaskan panhandle, and was called, of all things, Mi Gaea- Mother Earth.

                These are the types of occurrences which logical positivists call coincidence, materialists call chance, and the seers call destiny. No matter, enough of these types of synchronicities have occurred in my life for me to recognize, though not understand, a subterranean matrix, multifarious in its appearance, though arising from a common center, which we all can feel but perhaps never know.

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                It is this commonality, this integral core, which is each of our soul’s brotherhood and sisterhood to all others. For just as a hive of bees or a nest of ants is called a ‘superorganism’, in biological terms, because the whole operates as if it were an actual being, and because no single ant nor bee can survive on its own for very long, for they are thoroughly interdependent with the entire hive or nest, so also are we not only mutually dependent on and with each other, but with the heavens and the earth as well, though we know it not, and so we pollute our brethren with judgment, our heavens with sin, and our earth with oil.

 

(excerpted from Roots and Wings: adventures of a spirit on earth, by Jack Haas)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Books by Jack Haas. Autobiography, Memoir, Spirituality, Mysticism, Comparative Religion, Poetry, Art, Photography.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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