Healing Mother Earth, Gaia: paganism and Christianity: spirit and flesh
A book excerpt from the Iconoclast Press online library.
Like Orpheus returned to Tartarus with the painful memory of love lost, we have all come down to retrieve our bodies, to swallow them back through the heart’s warm hollow. For we have mortally descended into the bowels of humanity’s confusion only so as to climb back out again on the divine stairs of disgust, concern, indifference, and ...wholeness.
The lost and abandoned soul wanders about on earth, never really touching down, never really belonging, never completely joining in, and therefore never assimilates its earth-self, until it happens upon its homeless home, finds familiar wanderers, marries into all of life for one brief moment, and then rises back out more complete and fulfilled than if it had spent its whole life in the air.
For it is not so much that we must seek to transcend existence, but that we must first descend into it. We are already above, the only thing left is to dive.
Thus we come down only so as to go up higher. We descend only so as to ascend. We fall only that we may learn how to eternally fly. For the only way to learn how to fly is to leap into the darkness below.
Climb as high as you desire, but you won’t get your wings until you fall without crashing. Fall spirit, fall. It’s the only way to learn how to fly.
For it is only through this world that we may come to grow above it; what does not put down roots, shall never climb towards the sun. No seed grows toward the sky, without first germinating in the dark and perilous tribulations it will eventually no longer call hell. For like seeds which first must leave the loving light, we suffer as we descend into the darkness- we struggle to blossom in the mire. Oh, there is no vision in the black soil; the seed buried beneath the cold earth shudders at the confinement as it begins to grow out of itself. It knows yet nothing of the sun, and even less of the heliotropic self ...it cannot help but naturally become.
When the spirit fully descends into and inhabits the flesh, liberating the slumbering consciousness trapped in matter, that is when there is no longer a driver and a vehicle, but instead there is a dance. For the awakened flesh-consciousness, the voice of matter, the Mater, is now in concert with the spirit, the Pater, the two are operating as one whole, joined in wedlock, united and without distance, and separation has become togetherness. Then there is no such thing as Male or Female, there is only Self, for all opposites are relative, based on a point of reference which, if it disappears, they disappear. Thus we must lose relationship to all, so as to identify with all, and so to become all.
And it is only in crossing into absolute physicality where I have found peace, a peace which is the harmony composed of what is and what isn’t, of flesh and spirit, of body and mind. By becoming both I become another, sitting still, and descending my spirit into the flesh, and holding it there, inhibiting consciousness from leaving, and so bringing about the yogic union so harmonious in its peace.
Oh, the mind may convince itself that the flesh is not real, but the flesh knows that it is real, and, in fact, the peace which the spirit seeks in all its rootless flying about is found only when it finally joins the body, because true peace is in the flesh.
Only then, after the spirit has entered the flesh, can the flesh escape to the spirit. Only when we let God in, can we go out- out like a flame being engulfed by the fire, for we rise up only when we finally learn how to breathe under water.
You see, we are in the flesh so as to redeem the flesh- to absorb pain back into the Great Love. And we must remain in the grave called this world until the death it has died knows that we cared, and thus it comes back to life. Things are different than they were before; now it is not up to God to save us, it is up to us to save Her, the Mother.
We are here to be in the flesh completely, to exalt life, not to hide from it. If we do not return willingly from the deep absence, who will?
Just as the female Fig Wasp tears her own wings off in order to climb into the fig where she lays her eggs, so too the Mother has sacrificed her freedom to create us. Though She need no longer be confined nor ravaged by the Dark One.
As She pulls us down, we raise Her up.
And so, as the Piscean era comes to an end, and the Aquarian age arises, I see that the line running down into the depths now slowly reverses direction and, and after climbing towards the surface, ascends above us, and instead of catching human fish, it now tethers a rising kite.
And I see that the Pieta has shifted, and the Son now lifts up the Mother. And so now we cast our lines above us, and ourselves be taken up. For were the kite not tethered to the ground, it would not play so freely in the air. And thus we all shall eventually be lifted off of the earth by the same parachute upon which we have fallen here, and so our roots shall be wings, and our wings shall be free.
Unseparated in this way, we will become the common ground of all, for it is only through our love of the Earth that we shall set Her free.
To love Her, and to stand firm and angry in that loving, and so to take Her with us.
To love. To rise.
To take Her with us.
 As in the Gospel of Thomas (#22), where Jesus stated that you would enter the kingdom of spirit: “When you make the two one, and when you make the inside as the outside, and the outside as the inside, and the upper side as the lower; and when you make the male and the female into a single one, that the male be not male and the female female…” This is the point where there is no separation between being and consciousness: being is consciousness.
(excerpted from Roots and Wings: adventures of a spirit on earth, by Jack Haas)
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