When Apocalypse hangs out with her sisters, Absurd and Paradox...Grief, Gratitude, Pathosophy and Art show up!
Newsletter Summer 2021
Bonjour dear brave souls, it has been a while…my longing is to sit around the same fire with you all, for the time of a few heart songs and rooted soul stories…closing my eyes...imagining. I am in France still.
“Praising the rooted standing ones and all the ones who have gone extinct. I am sitting on the Ancestors’ bones and on Death seedlings. The vultures are mentoring me to pay attention. Here in la Drôme in the South East in France the water flows from 1000 fountains, the water is well and drinkable, she reminds us…
I am in France accidentally as if spat out of England! I have not said good bye to England/Albion and have not been welcomed here in France while dictatorship is showing its flags... so I live where we all live…in between stories.
A very creative and chaotic place to court. My body is recovering from long covid thanks to you generous funders, the plants, healers and prayers. The heat, the mountains and the wild ones have supported me also.
Fear often grabs me at 3am when I wake up gasping for air, we both learn to dance and she leaves for a bit with the sun rays.
Who keeps you company I wonder… This full newsletter is a delicious basket of French and English offerings. May some of it feed you deeply and beautifully.
What I am working on and
"The human soul is hungry for beauty… When we experience the Beautiful, there is a sense of homecoming".
This morning I would like to write about the toxic spell I am under with COVID19, the proposed journey from pathology to pathosophy through the sacred work of grief composting and the vital feeding of Soul.
What happens if we move from allopathy to allosophy? What is the root of the collective terror and disorientation we feel? Can the disappearance of our nomadic freedom be the awakening call for loving more furiously and for radical generous cœurage?
I am writing so when I forget again and fall under the strong spell cast on us, I can at least return to it. May it be so, inshallah and inshgaia!
I have no answers. I am sharing my experience of the last 2 months when I was not sure I would come back from madness and illness.
The last 9 months has seen me feeling dis-eased, very disorientated with a brain unable to do simple tasks
I have been experiencing deep physical and psychic pain while feeling uncontrollable raw emotions. I am deeply exhausted with cough and breathlessness.
The above list holds the perfect materials for an alchemist and a medicine person to be born and/or practice.
The above list also holds dangerous materials and definitions for a corrupted system to use to control us and put on under a spell...the spell of terror, blind obedience and of course increase isolation from all that matters...
DEPRESSION in OUR SYSTEM unable to grieve
I took a risk to seek support from the allopathic system of my gp practice 2 months ago. I was immediately put on antidepressant, painkillers and valium. I took it all and walked again on that path of medicated pathology. I had to find something I had lost the last time I was there. So I put the pills on my altar and prayed for a safe return. After a few days of swallowing the pills I gradually stopped crying, the pains in my body dulled and a feeling resembling a voiceless stupor wrapped over me. I became controllable again, pacified and numbed.
WILD GRIEF, MOVEMENT and FOREST
After a few weeks I stopped it all and allowed myself to feel what i had parked for the experiment. First my immense grief, sorrow and rage moved again. I allowed my body to move and paint, stitch and embroidered through the many stages of pain and I relearned to lay on the forest skin while breathing with the trees, my kins.
I needed to leave the home of Soul to return to it with some refreshed clarity. I am unsure if it is wise to use myself as the raw material but sometimes we are required to be the laboratory, the alchemist, the temple, the dangerous path, the prima materia and the patient all at once.
PATHOLOGY and PATHOSOPHY
Being conditioned to pathologies, our experiences of pain, strong feelings and suffering all our life we seem to look for something to fit these symptoms into. ME, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, depression, psychosis, bipolar, autism, manic, etc... When tired and alone we just want to rest there, for a moment, for a sense of veneered belonging, a home, however dysfunctional it is. I noticed that when I think of dying it gives me the same feeling of rest and belonging!!!?
That makes me suspicious, it awakes in me to the possibility that something dangerously unfriendly is going on in our world right now. A world that makes us want to rest and belong in the arms of the system that harms and controls us...
Are we part of a human system that would rather see us dying than living?
Looking at the evidence, it is probably the case. After all our healing system is all about illness, not about well being, kindness or the thriving of life.
People who are truly alive are dangerous! Perhaps because they are fearless, interconnected to the web of life and compassionate...
These pathologies were named and defined by whom and for whom? Why have we accepted them with such docility? Same question can be transferred onto every part of our society, politics, laws, truths, all over the world ...
These pathologies become prison cells, they take away our freedom, stifle our imagination and crash our dignity. They enable medication to be passed on without proper check about its true effect. Power is never shared with the sick and the suffering one. Our return to the web of life, to our wild grief, to our songs, dance, art, poetry, old stories and empowering myths are never part of the prescription. We are never asked about our relationship to our visible and invisible allies and to our well and wise ancestors. All of these threads are never spun by doctors and patients.. They are bellitelated, shamed and laughed at most often. They are flipanteley and dangerously named as irrelevant matters and discarded.
If you have ever been in a psychiatric hospital you will know what I mean. Hospitals are the same. We love you nurses and some docs. It is the system and the anesthesia I am addressing here.
I am reminded of a few of my mentors.
Francis Weller about depression: " depression is a plea from the soul to stop all you are doing and go down on your knees to feel your grief"
Martin Prechtel who said to a director of a psychiatric hospital: "Aha this is where you keep your shamans!" and of
Malidoma Somé : What a real shaman sees at a mental institution
So if we look at the spell of
ALLOPATHY: "treatment of disease by remedies that produce effects opposite to the symptoms,"
The definition says it all. How can I break the strong spell of allopathy .
I call on Sophia, I call on Allosophy: "wisdom born of the other"
"Allo" means 'other..."Al": means 'beyond'...
Where is 'Pathosophy' in this? where is "the wisdom born of suffering, of feeling"
Where does she reside? Why is the breath of freedom and respect that come from the enquiry not encouraged by our medical system? I let you guess.
Sophia is the feminine aspect of divine wisdom. You can see that She is not what the people in power will want to foster in the people they are meant to serve and protect.
Recently I have been offered another emerging pathology : "long covid or post covid, or covid syndrome". In the uk the medical system is setting up a series of test at the end of November to identify us and create a new illness. The illness will lead to new medications .
I rested there for a few days, in the seat of being part of the reffered one for the new experience. My ego and love of pioneer adventures got confused. I even felt relief again to belong to some study of suffering even if unknown.
To fall into the void, to fall into the unknown frightens me, so I grab prematurely onto some offered solutions, like a shocked amnesiac, anaesthetised zombie.
I realised this morning that I had given up the fight for beauty. That by being offered a comfortable and easy solution my whole being was weakening even more, divatilasing. By being offered a pathology woven in the terror of Covid19, added to the growing control of our lives, the world wide authoritarianism and a mad making system I became even more unwell. I was under a spell. I am under a spell. And the forgetting keeps happening, the falling asleep - again and again. It took me to look into the eyes of a painting I made in the forest to wake up to my strength again. That tree is becoming my temple.
“I had drunk so deeply of grief and innocently gambled so hard with fate and irony that a special kind of vision was gathering in my eyes, not entirely clear just yet. This was the same look people saw in your eyes when you have died for beauty and come to live accepting nature as life with no promise of paradise, and mad at people who couldn't see that.”
― Martin Prechtel,
And words from Khalil Gibran on
“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break,
that its heart may stand in the sun,
so must you know pain.
Much of your pain is self-chosen
.It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings,
though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter
has moistened with His own sacred tears.”―
Khalil Gibran, The Prophet
'Thank you for this exquisite tale. It will open heartminds the world over. Thank goodness.
This tale is no fantasy, it is as true as a potato. The utter bleakness of our world is true. So is the last forest – as real as remembrance and longing. And the four sisters, they are the realest thing about us. They only need to be set free. Everything depends on it." –
Joanna Macy, author World as Lover, World as Self
"We are in need of a particular form of medicine in these uncertain times. It is a soul medicine and it comes to us through beauty, through sorrow, through poetry and it comes through potent stories.
Traditionally, fairy tales carried the ability to enchant us and stir our imaginations in ways that enabled us to see with different eyes.
The Four Sisters is a tale of such magnitude, inviting us to listen deeply and to pay attention.
It is the kind of story that reminds us of another way of knowing the world through an intimate and tender encounter with the sacred.
Azul-Valerie Thome has gifted us with a story that does just this; it brings us back into an embrace with the living forces of the world."
Francis Weller, author of The Wild Edge of Sorrow: Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief
"A tender bitter-sweet story that floats, gliding between sunset and sunrise, a story that whispers truth into the shadowed silence of indifference, and then pauses, alert, intent, listening for the sound of love awoken to action.”
Mac Macartney, author of The Children’s Fire: Heart Song of a People
“With skilful words Azul takes us on a subtle journey rich in meaning and discovery. The artwork is exquisite.”
Dr Stephan Harding, author of Animate Earth and professor in Holistic Science at Schumacher College
10% of the profit will go to a project that loves Life, .
It is part of the sacred way of tithing (giving 10% of your profit to a project that tends to Life to keep the sacred energy flowing)
To the Forest of Devon in England to entrust me with her vision.
To dear Stu for his art, his gentle grace and courageous willingness to be touched and transformed by the story and the Four Sisters. Thank you so much for his gift of the 13 illustrations.
I want to thank also my brother Mathieu Thomé for his steady holding and feedback. Valerie Teller and Lut De Naeyer for their ongoing support and Shante Zenith, Helena Ter Ellen, Carole Thomé for the proof reading, the french translation and generous presence.
AZUL VALERIE THOME
To create a first book is an incredible experience of reciprocal transformation and learning!
To have carried the original vision for 5 years, to see it change and transform and to accompany it to is full maturity has changed me indeed.
These Four Sisters are good company for our troubled times. They offer the wisdom we might all long for from our Elders.
The story, or rather the vision, first came to me around 5 years ago, while walking in the forest in Devon, England.
I 'saw' the last forest on the Earth, I saw the Four Sisters (they were not called that then) . It was like a day dream, deep time where the past, present and future are a whole experience.
I did not realise then that the vision longed to become a little book, a prayer, an instruction and a way to bring soul back to the frontline of our lives.
The story has ancient and new guidance. It can be read to children and adults. It can be used as a way of journeying in systemic constellation , a community ritual or a solitary map to feel more alive and in life.
When in 2017 the original vision was activated by 18 women in Belgium, I held an all night vigil guiding us all through the meeting of the Four Sisters: Grief, Love, Death and Rebirth...
Each of the Four Sisters were dressed up and placed around a circle of empty logs in a forest on the north of the country...it was touched by Grace and brought Soul to the frontline of our lives.
I knew then that the vision now brought into form needed to be shared wildely and widely...but how?
9 months ago I contacted Stu to see if he would do the illustrations. He said yes and we went on a journey that needs to be heard.
Here is my BIO and WEBSITE
Stu McLellan is the talented illustrator who created and gifted SOULand with the 13 illustrations.
We worked for 9 months to birth what is now an integral part of the story. Our working together was alive, rich in heart.
WITH STU's WORDS (the text has been shortened- you can find it in full on his website)
...Azul's work embraces that, and much more, that invites us into life in fullness, welcoming love and grief and death and rebirth. This invitation presents both deep sighs of relief and a stirring to courage in the face of things our culture often mutes or runs from, that pokes a finger into our fears. And so the possibility of working on drawings to accompany this story was something that I felt I wanted to accept...
...To represent four Sisters, as a man. To feel the depth and vitality of the story and. To present a story that involves encountering wildness and shadow as well as the fire of community and intimacy...
...Encountering life and finding that these Sisters are longing for us to sit with them, they are longing for our company, for our conversation, for our vulnerability and willingness to offer ourselves in service to all life. There is something the resonates deeply about that circle of empty logs. I feel the truth of that image for us as species and I know that what they ask is communal, yes, and also deeply personal. ....
...The non human presence, of the raven and badger and fox and dragonfly also grew over time. And so they are here. They still invite me to make eye contact with them. To ask me what it is I will do, what will we do, to walk into that forest with Hamsat, in meeting those sisters and allowing our eyes to meet. In returning to those empty seats and adding our offerings to the fire.
It is a very beautiful, moving, achingly poignant story. I'm struck by Azul's courage in seeking to live out Hamsat's example and with extraordinary energy offering waymarkers for all our journeys.
May this story be such an offering."
Stu's BIO and WEBSITE
For all the people who have died of Corona virus without company or honouring and who are dying in mass now.
On Monday while being ill I received few messages from the Coronavirus.
If you have not switched off then welcome , and I hope you can keep a soft view and a wide listening throughout what I am about the share with you. There is fear in my body as I write and yet I must pass this on.
Gaia’s evolution is initiated and activated when Corona’s DNA enters the DNA of a human.
Being an "intuitive geneticist", a deep dreamer who travels through planes is a gift that has its price.
Being an "intuitive geneticist", a deep dreamer who travels through planes is a gift that has its price. However there is also a duty of care to share the messages if I feel that they might be of beneficial use.
See for yourself and let me know in the comments section what it ignites in you if you wish. I would be delighted to read them.
Any rudeness will of course be erased.
Grief is a wild lady who asks much of us, in exchange she might guide us to a place a deep belonging, to the eye of the hurricanes.
From a point of SEPARATION,
we come through a GATE OF GRIEF,
into a space of INITIATION of maturing practices
to come back through our GRATITUDE to our natural state of BELONGING.
We sit in Council of all Beings, we Tend to the Children of all Species, we Initiate our Young ones, we claim our Elders, we Ancestralise our Dead and we recreate Community as a service to all of Life.
Our Declaration is : "no laws and no decisions shall pass that in any way could harm the children of all species"
FACEBOOK EVENT PAGE DURING THE EXTINCTION REBELLION INTERNATIONAL ACTIONS IN LONDON 7th to 20th Oct 2019
Earth Wisdom Tenders
We are called the ‘Earth Wisdom Tenders’and are an eclectic group of people who are learning to deeply listen to the earth and the non human world, to honour their wisdom and knowledge, and to hear what they need from us right now at this time of crisis and extinction.
We are guided by the wisdom of the past and indigenous cultures and peoples of the present, we work with the cycles and rhythm of the earth, the planets and cosmos and with what we perceive as the great mystery.
Many of us feel grief and great poverty that we have lost these missing practices that were and are woven in intimacy with our living world.
In the past we may have been labelled as pagans, druids, witches or hippies.
This longing to find a place of belonging and healing has created a re-emergence and a rewriting of these ancient ways, through ceremonies, rituals, initiation and rites of passage, to enable our deep soul connection and wisdom to reawaken.
We sit in Council of all Beings, we Tend to the Children of all Species, we Initiate our Young ones, we claim our Elders, we Ancestralise our Dead and we recreate Community as a service to all of Life.
We are called the Earth Wisdom Tenders : Tending to all Life on Earth in our troubled time
"We are Earth Wisdom Tenders...
When all sentient beings are our sisters and brothers
When we remember that we belong to the living web of Life
When no laws and no decisions shall pass that in any way could harm the children of all species
When we know that our Earth talks through us of her deep knowledge and wisdom
We are Earth Wisdom Tenders when no land, no waters and no one is owned, colonised nor commercialised for power and control.
Our dear Earth is 4.5 billions years of age, she is our Wise Elder whom we learn from and tend to”.
With Love and Cœurage
Earth Wisdom Tenders
"Oh Liberty, hear us, and speak in behalf of but one individual, for a great fire is started with a small spark. Oh Liberty, awaken but one heart with the rustling of thy wings, for from one cloud alone comes the lightning which illuminates the pits of the valleys and the tops of the mountains. Disperse with thy power these black clouds and descend like thunder and destroy the thrones that were built upon the bones and skulls of our ancestors."
— Kahlil Gibran
These Bones represents all our Ancestors who have not been
Honoured ~ of all Species.
These Bones represent our Mother Earth Stones
Everyone longs and deserves an honorable ancestralising
It is our Duty of Care to tend to our dead
We will Gather the Bones, sooth them with pigments, red ochre and oil, we will create an altar on site and let the tide take our prayers.
It will be temporary Altar for the Ancestors of All Species to be tended to, blessed and loved with courage.
We will seek the support and healing from the Well and Wise Ancestors to gather and bless the living to thrive during the Actions and beyond
Pigments and oils
What does it take to shift from a Rough Initiation to a Sacred Initiation?
“Grief is subversive, undermining the quiet agreement to behave and be in control of our emotions. It is an act of protest that declares our refusal to live numb and small.
There is something feral about grief, something essentially outside the ordained and sanctioned behaviors of our culture. Because of that, grief is necessary to the vitality of the soul. Contrary to our fears, grief is suffused with life-force.... It is not a state of deadness or emotional flatness.
Grief is alive, wild, untamed and cannot be domesticated. It resists the demands to remain passive and still. We move in jangled, unsettled, and riotous ways when grief takes hold of us. It is truly an emotion that rises from the soul.”
― Francis Weller
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Edgar Allan Poe
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SOULand Schedule at Woman Fest 2019
11AM TO 11PM ~ INNER COUNCIL OF A WOMAN QUEEN ~ 20 WOMEN
4PM TO 6PM~~ BLACK TENT FOR MENOPAUSAL WOMEN ~ 20 WOMEN
11AM TO 1PM ~ WILD GRIEF AND FIERCE LOVE IN TIMES OF EXTINCTION ~ 20 WOMEN
8PM ~ AZUL WITH JEWELS ~ GRIEF CEREMONY
3AM TO 5:30AM ~ DREAM CIRCLE, GRIEF COMPOSITNG CIRCLE AND NEW DAWN~ 20 WOMEN
4PM TO 6PM ~ WOMAN INITIATION ~ THE 4 SISTERS: GRIEF-LOVE-DEATH-REBRITH ~ 20 WOMEN
11AM TO 1PM ~ WEAVING WOMEN BACK INTO MATTER ~ 20 WOMEN
To get in touch with Azul to offer your gift into the Black Tent: email@example.com
"SOULand is a response to our uninitiated, traumatised, collapsing and transforming world.
"Initiation is a invitation to wildly court and lean into the SOUL of four Sisters - Grief, Love, Death and Birth. There is no true initiation without the ‘small’ death of our personality, our set positioning in life or our childlike naivety.
The Message of Water
SOULand: Making the World of our Longing...
Longing is the language of SOUL. A current moving through us, whispering wildly to us how to come back Home to Anima Mundi ~ The Soul of the World.
What does longing have to do with an Apprenticeship to Soul and Grief?
Most of us behave as if we were homeless to our SOUL and orphaned to our Earth with great consequences.
When we feel deep longings moving through our bodies and through our dreams we are blessed by SOUL. So what happens to these Longings? Why are we in such dire state if SOUL constantly speaks through our imagination, hearts and dreams? Are they like seeds falling on concrete? What does our SOUL need?
These longings moving through us... could be bringing us to one of the initiatory gates of grief. Grief of not being welcome, wanted, enough, or of not knowing enough, have enough support, money, skills etc...Paralysis, shame and envy can become the new guests in our beings.
Grief is a gate that most of us want to avoid at all costs, even if it costs us our lives ~ therefore we never move beyond the call of SOUL. An initiation to empower us to create the world of our longing is miscarried.
We stop, numb and stay small not to feel our sadness, our numbness, our fears and anger. We are not skilled in Grief neither in Love. A terrible poverty takes place in our heart and imagination.
SOULand provides collective spaces for the release of our sacred grief, so we can meet ourselves as creative gifted human beings ~ a little more empowered and resourced to make the World of our Longing as a great gift...
Grief Composting Circles
The Grief Compositing Circles are communal rituals of 4 hours infused with beauty and connection with all beings, humans and all others.
Grief in this context is the welcoming of anger, fear, sadness, despair, numbness and the mystery of all these emotions as we welcome them in a collective safe space.
The Circles hold an important part in total darkness as if in a compost heap, a womb or a kiva. Sounds and wailing are freely used to encourage our wild and sensuous selves to be present. Wild means of the sensuous land and waters, not feral or out of control!
The circles weave also the work of Francis Weller ~ Joanna Macy ~ Sobonfu Some ~ Steven Jenkinson and Martin Pretchel among others.
Conversations with Grief and Water
Conversations with Grief of Water is a series of interviews with women and men engaged fully with our collapsing world, our dying systems and our grief. People engaged with deep love and longing to fully participate in our world in ways of soul and beauty. They respond to the message of Water received on 2nd of December.
So far I have spoken with and recorded Joanna Macy, Simon Be, Li An Phoa, Jon
Young, Francis Weller, Manda Scott, Pat McCabe, Megan Hollingsworth, Stephan
Harding, Pablo Servigne and Stephen Jenkinson... each one bringing a thread for a cloth weaving in the past, present and future... I anticipate mystery and our bone memory to be awakened by it.
"Thank you SOULand for turning your gentle light onto long forgotten place and spaces which were desolate and ghost like within me. " Apprentice
"The strong, robust and respectful container you wove created a space for me to express my grief in all its wild forms. I love that.
The emphasis on personal responsibility and sovereignty is a welcome addition to allow me to find my own way." Apprentice
Women all over our Earth are gathering and rising from the ashes of genocides, slavery and betrayal. There is a new tide and all of life is at stake! Time to mature and offer our gifts fully with the support and blessing of our Sisterhood!
The sisterhood is gathering...
When I was kindly invited to the first WomanFest near Frome, Uk last year, I had no sense of what I was going to. I just could not say no!
Something in its calling courted me.
All was in place for the Grief Composting Circle and WomBelt to be offered to this extraordinary and timeless gathering!
My luggage were mostly filled with yarn and my heart growing with trepidation to arrive on the edges of what we know where life thrives!
I was not sure why I went all the way from Slovenia to Frome...until I got there.
I soon found a tree, tied myself to her and wove a WomBelt ...for three days.
I invited many Women to write on a tiny scroll the World of their deepest Longing.
Each piece of fabric was carefully rolled up and inserted in the 4 meters WomBelt. Many tears and heart sharing were witnessed by that sweet tree, delighted she was to see us women so raw and real.
The belt was then offered to Tiana Jacoult who held the original vision of WomanFest.
We know what it costs to hold Visions to better our world. We need support from all willing. Three of us wrapped the belt around her womb and hips to bless, protect, guide and praise all of her future actions in service to our world's well being and sanity.
Women all over our Earth are gathering and rising from the ashes of genocides, slavery and betrayal. There is a new tide and all of life is at stake! Time to mature and offer our gifts fully with the support and blessings of our sisterhood!
SOULand will be present at WomanFest this year
in a Black Tent created especially by the Blissfull Belltent . We will be in the woods at the radically participatory WomanFest 2019 this Aug.
We will be there for the Maturing of Women's Soul offering tasters of the full programme of SOULand.
~ Inner Council of a woman Queen ~
~ Black Tent Council for menopausal women ~
~ WomBelt: Weaving Women Back into Matter
~ Returning to Earth what has been Stolen ~
~ Grief Composting apprenticeship ~
~ Soul ripening emergent rituals ~
~ Earth Temple ~
~ eARTh: Art Infused with Ritual... for Earth!
All this to prepare and ripen each woman to offer her praise to Life, her Genius and her Innate Gifts to our dear Mother Earth in our incredibly enlivening, troubling & transmuting times...
SOULand: Making the World of our Longing
It seems to me that we are still negotiating with a truth which is: We have reached the end of the human experiment.
We have not learned.
We stayed immature, amnesic, separated and anaesthetised to the impact of leaving our Earth's Living Web. We objectified all, controlled most and destroying with great success.
We can blame the 'authority'. We can shame ourselves and our species. We can zone out. We can kick and scream about it all or...
We can live the next few years wisely and make amend. I love this word, making a-mend... we can act as if we are sorry for the mess we created, we can mend what we broke and regain a little sanity and perhaps dignity as well , lifting that heavy burden we all carry in our Soul.
We can become a movement of deep gratitude.
We can make the most beautiful gestures of restoration and thanks to our Earth's sentient beings. It is good medicine for the Soul I feel.
I understand that if we have not learned to lean into communal Grief, into Interconnected Love, into the Beauty of Death and the Mystery of reBirthing we are profoundly empoverished in meeting our short precious time left in Life on Earth. We must skill up and enter conversations with the FOUR SISTERS: Grief, Love, Death and reBirth...they long for us to enter the forest and seat with them again around the Chidlren's Fire.
The Message of Water gives us an other 3 years.
What I am saying here is not sordid, negative of prophetic. It is what most of us might feel in our bones right now with little context to place this extraordinary experience into.
So I would like to propose: Let's become and make our lives a Gift to Earth ~~~ a Give Away ~~~ of such sacred beauty that the whole universe will sense its true grace.
Let's use the next few years to create the most outrageously beautiful and generous departure.
Well, that is what I will be doing and working with the next 3 years.
I will not be spending the precious time we have left blaming, shaming, hoping, neither running away from the task and invitation at hand.
We are the ones they are waiting for.
Let's turn round and join the greatest possibility of all: To join the web of life once more in a great restoring celebration of wild imagination and deep care..
If the Water, the IPCC report, the UN, Extinction Rebellion, Mission LifeForce, and others were 'wrong' . If we have much more time to live as a species to make a-mend can only benefit all living beings.
It reminds me of a book I read many years ago: One Year to Live by Stephen Levine.
If we have three years to live would we live the same life that we are living now?
There seem to be a sacred invitation from Life to become initiated into a wiser and more mature species. It is up to us to make this rite of passage a conscious one or a very rough one!
Azul Valérie Thomé
We have reached the end of the human experiment.
We can become a movement of deep gratitude.
We must skill up and enter conversations with the FOUR SISTERS: Grief, Love, Death and reBirth again
We are the ones they are waiting for
The Message of Water gives us an other 3 years.
River of Words and Images by Azul Thomé:
A place to lay what moves, touches and inspires.