Meditate outside, during a storm.
Hold fruit in your hand as you meditate.
Identify three lessons the earth teaches us.
Imagine the feminine face of God What would that look like?
Lie on the grass and absorb the energy of the Earthly Mother.
Find a place that feels sacred to you to be with the earth. Go there and meditate.
Find one way to support saving the ecology of the earth, write a letter, make a call, and send a donation.
Create an altar to the Earthly Mother with flowers, fruit, rocks, and earth.
||The Earthly Mother
Honor thy Earthly Mother,
That thy days may be long upon the land.
The Earthly Mother is in thee and thou in her.
She bore thee; she giveth thee life.
It was she who gaveth thee thy body,
And to her shalt thou on day give it back again.
Happy art thou when thou comest to know her
And her kingdom.
If thou receivest thy Mother's angels
And if thou doest her laws,
Who doeth these things shall never see disease.
For the power of our Mother is above all.
She hath rule over all the bodies of men
And all living things.
The blood which runs in us
Is born of the blood of our Earthly Mother.
Her blood falls from the clouds,
Leaps up from the womb of the earth,
Babbles in the brooks of the mountains,
Flows wide in the rivers of the plains,
Sleeps in the lakes,
Rages mightily in the tempestuous seas.
The air which we breathe
Is born of the breath of our Earthly Mother.
Her breath is azure in the heights of the heavens,
Soughs in the tops of the mountains,
Whispers in the leaves of the forest,
Billows over the corn fields,
Slumbers in the deep valleys,
Burns hot in the desert.
The hardness of our bones
Is born of the bones of our Earthly Mother,
Of the rocks and of the stones.
They stand naked to the heavens
On the tops of the mountains,
They are as giants that lie sleeping
On the sides of the mountains,
As idols set in the desert,
And are hidden in the deepness of the earth.
The tenderness of our flesh
Is born of the flesh of our Earthly Mother,
Whose flesh waxeth yellow and red
In the fruits of the trees,
And nurtures us in the furrows of the fields.
The light of our eyes,
The hearing of our ears,
Both are born of the colors and sounds
Of our Earthly Mother;
Which enclose us about
As the waves of the sea a fish,
As the eddying air a bird.
Man is the son of the Earthly Mother,
And from her did the Son of Man
Receive his whole body,
Even as the body of the newborn babe
Is horn of the womb of his mother.
Thou art one with the Earthly Mother;
She is in thee, and thou in her.
Of her wert thou born, in her dost thou live,
And to her shalt thou return again.
Keep, therefore, her laws,
For none can live long, neither be happy,
But he who honors his Earthly Mother
And doeth her laws.
For thy breath is her breath,
Thy blood her blood,
Thy bone her bone,
Thy flesh her flesh,
Thy eyes and thy ears,
Are her eyes and her ears.
Our Earthly Mother!
Always are we embraced by her,
Always are we surrounded by her beauty.
Never can we part from her;
Never can we know her depths.
Ever doth she create new forms:
That which now existeth never was before.
That which did exist returneth not again.
In her kingdom all is ever new and always old.
In her midst do we live, yet we know her not.
Continually doth she speak to us,
Yet never doth betray to us her secrets.
Ever do we till her soil and harvest her crops,
Yet we have no power over her.
Ever doth she build, ever doth she destroy,
And her workplace is hidden from the eyes of men.
From The Gospel of the Essenes by Edmond Bordeaux Szekely. Reproduced here with the permission of his family. For a complete catalogue of Dr. Szekely's books write to:
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