Earthly Imagery of New Worlds
Sisters, I have seen the first blossoms of the new world. The Pecos forest and I have spoken: this patch of woods felt haunted and impregnated with the heaviness of fear after the long burn. It permeated my thoughts with chaos and decay. Charred remnants of trees stand as headstones for those lost. The creatures have fled - relocating to new trees and burrows. Some now protect a world beyond in silence.
There are wildflowers growing through ash. The natural cycle is present. Death and rebirth exist here in tandem and prove the equal vibrancy of greyscale and living color. Electric purple and sunshine yellow blooms populated my path in abundance. Crown and solar plexus expressed through red clay - the oracles of a new world. A prophecy. Foreshadowing exposing the core of a new people: gifted intuition and developed sight. A time of the Priestess. A balance between Shiva and Shakti.
The grounded stones and quartz that were touched by flame have turned reflective. A billion eyes, a billion mirrors. Earth calling an SOS to heaven, and giving it a billion landing pads in form of shards. As I walked with her and through her, I was swarmed by clouds of flies that have grown accustomed to feasting upon the dead. But I was very much alive, as was Terra Gaia beneath the blackened evidence of fire. I bathed myself in the river as relief from their obsession with my flesh. Underwater, I broke their swarms.
Terra Gaia has triumphed once more over obstacle. The forest is representative of our manifestations entering the energetic body. Soon the cities, the physical body, will see. Abundance and connection are coming after the current status crumbles.
The horizon breathed oblivion over the badlands. The space where the Earth met the sky was hazy and billowing. A lady hawk flew over me in protection. The entrance to these lands were guarded by wolf sized dogs. I approached a herd of cattle and knelt before them in the wild flowers and the scorn of flame. They stood before me silent and calm. To them, a girl is no longer a threat.
I know that the priestesses have summoned these rains. Cleansing as a harbinger of change. The resurgence of flora has brought the birth of many small creatures in new areas where the fires have not touched. As I walked upon the Earth, I felt ancient. My prayers and visions were validated and were real on this day before my eyes. I know for certain that we must keep with our dreaming. Now, we must set our sights on human necessity and Earthly desire.
On my drive home, I saw a sign that read "Artist at Work" with an arrow pointing downward towards the ground. And another pointing directly at me. A cross stood above me on a cliffside. Hanging on it, crucified, was an image of Jesus, whose womb was swollen, almost engorged, with the fetus of the new world. I felt then that the Earth and I were one.
