Fox sings to the River

If I hear 'Climate Change' one more time ...

I will then roar so deep for my bones to rattle out of their cage And with the help of the ones who matter, dead and still alive we will gather   to reveal  ​ the true   wild   erotic   sensuality   of who we are truly talking about when we say 'Climate Change'... courting choreographies of all sentient beings We are talking about how the fox will soon stop singing to the river, how the river will miss the birds, how the wolf might even be forgotten by the stars ~ what will happen to the love songs of the wind when the trees are all gone? the wolf might even be forgotten by the stars are they dead at the bottom of the Mediterranean sea without even a 'I am sorry'! We are talking about children, women and men all now homeless due to wars, floods, fires or are they dead at the bottom of the Mediterranean sea without even a 'I am sorry'! ​

Back from a walk in the dark woods. This came.  If I hear 'Climate Change' one more time  I will clump my trembling fists till my nails touch my bones I will stump my feet covered in red ochre until they bleed back to earth I will then roar so deep for my bones to rattle out of their cage in a kaleidoscope of fierce mad keening stances I will dance until all the veneer falls away And with the help of the ones who matter, dead and still alive we will gather  to reveal  the true  wild  erotic  sensuality  of who we are truly talking about when we say 'Climate Change'... We are talking about the sweetest of songs from beings who will never meet us and who we will never meet ~ disappearing without a slither of a farewell ~  each night 200 more even this one night... We are talking about the deep well of talents in the vast courting choreographies of all sentient beings ~ here for millions of years ~ now withering away at such speed that our restless sleeps dream of holding our breath ~ to stop time or at least to slow it down We are talking about the millions of the finest invisible gold threads, of intricate unfathomably beautiful connections between all that is life, now raped to shred by the claws of the blood thirsty machines ~ spell bound by thick cables, by greed and by the insatiable need for numbing and forgetting what we've done... We are talking about all the people who increasingly question bringing babies into this world ~ placing dams in their soul to not feel the deaths of their inconceivable unborn children We are talking about how the fox will soon stop singing to the river, how the river will miss the birds, how the wolf might even be forgotten by the stars ~ what will happen to the love songs of the wind when the trees are all gone? We are talking about children, women and men all now homeless due to wars, floods, fires or are they dead at the bottom of the Mediterranean sea without even a 'I am sorry'! We are talking about the change that happened in our souls and hearts 5000 years ago when we left ~ in our sickened mind ~ the web of all that was bound to our sacred Earth.  When we talk about 'Climate Change' ~ Aren't we really talking about our awakening fierce love for all that is lost...for all that is about to be lost tonight and tomorrow ?  Let's have the decency, the cœurage to use the words that touch the heart of the Matter and for all that Matters... Tonight it hurts to 'see', it is one of these wild nights with nowhere to hide, numb or distract.  Keeping loving in our times is what is required...How to keep actively loving what we are loosing so fast is the practice, the task, the sacred contract of our time.  Azul Valerie Thome French Version

Soul whispered to me of "pathosophy" (the wisdom of suffering) since being a child. ​

It will be through our willingness to be tempered, to walk with a broken heart, to compost collectively our immense grief and the courage to make amend, restore and regenerate the soil & soul of our beautiful home that we may know what it is to be a true human being. ​ Whether we like it or not we are being initiated and 'passaged' into the next phase of being humans here on Earth. Like many of you I was diagnosed, pathologised, institutionalised and medicalised due to behaving 'oddly' and attempting suicide a few times. ​

Since being a child I have been wondering how to transform suffering into wisdom, into a gift for Life. As a Soul Activist ~ my whole life is now radically (rooted) in service to the sacredness of all Life. That clarity of purpose is a great ally. To be a Give Away for the thriving of all life, as all other species do, is a sort of homecoming in a world filled with homeless orphans lost between being alive and dead.  Whether we like it or not we are being initiated and 'passaged' into the next phase of being humans here on Earth. All rites of passage can become a sacred initiation or it can stay a rough unprepared, unaccompanied and unwelcome initiation. It is up to us and to our capacity to create the world of our longing, the world of Soul, the world of the Soul of our Earth.  Soul will always take us to the next edge of maturation and Homecoming. Our separation with all that Matters, with all that is made of matter is making life so very ill.   It will be through our willingness to be tempered, to walk with a broken heart, to compost collectively our immense grief and the courage to make amend, restore and regenerate the soil & soul of our beautiful home that we may know what it is to be a true human being.

Life is challenge.  Life works us ~ as would a blacksmith who take a piece of steel to shape it gladly through fire, water and pressure ~ instructed by the movement of Soul. 

SInce I was conceived suffering was breathing her sulfurique breath down my neck

Life tempered me through great and regular sufferings from birth propelling me to a multitude of foster care 'homes', through being a war child in Beirut then a refugee in France, to then being regularly and brutally violated until early adulthood by two adults who were perhaps to traumatised to mature.  
What a fierce and fine training for where we are as a species.

Soul called me to her bosom when i had given up on humans relations including my own possible humanity.  I created havoc bringing much suffering to my immediate surrounding. The claws of our colonising culture grabbed me ruthlessly. 

Like many of you I was diagnosed, pathologised, institutionalised and medicalised due to behaving 'oddly' and attempting suicide a few times. 

Each Death visited event happened at the crucial stages where my Soul called for a rite of Passage, when my psyche was ripening for an initiation into the next ecosophical manifestation of what being a true human means.

Our society does not want true initiated subversive and mature humans 

Soul saw through the thick spell of pathologies (the science of suffering)  and spoke to me through the seasons of the wild lands, earth rooted art and the sacred ways of the marginals and outcasts.

Soul whispered to me of "pathosophy" (the wisdom of suffering) since being a child. 

I "knew" somehow that all this suffering will eventually be of use to others and to Life. 

Earth told me and deeply dreamt me through earth~based ceremonies, deep rituals, renegotiating ancestral contracts and mending what was broken through Making the world of my Longing. 

Each longing being a thread of Soul's wild imagination for a balanced way of Life.

She, Soul, speaks through you as well, through your deepest longings. I would say dare your life to give that longing to the thriving of Life.  What else is there to do?

So i propose that there is a deep wisdom belonging to our earth that knows when our soul needs an initiation ~ that time requires a death of one state of being to transmute into the more mature state so we can serve life fully ~ all in response to the community we live in of humans and non humans.

Most of us have not been ‘passaged’ , have not been guided by the initiated Elders nor the mycelium of deep connection with all our relatives, them beings trees, animals, fungies, the living and the dead, the visible and the no-thing.

I propose that ~ Our earth’s wisdom and care weave her psyche within ours through Pathosophy. 

'Passage' New piece of eARTh by Azul Valerie Thome

'SOUL Activism is when Maturing as a Species​ ​becomes a Graceful and Rebellious act!'

Azul and friends at the Rebellion in October 2019 in London with the eARTh Flags as the Council of all Being