Walking through the fog

When we realize that any confusion and self-doubt is not in our heads, but is in front of our heads, then this acrid fog of smog clears from in front of our minds eye and our hearts can take a clear, full breath of spirit. Here, in this moment, the clouds of confusion of our human life part. In the pit of our stomachs we know we must not run; from the smog, the acrid air, the twisted water & microwave sun.

We must look through them, breathe through them. We must absorb the piss stained streets of our cities to transform them. Not for ever; for one moment we must feel them fully. Our whole system, our livers, our kidneys, our eyes, nose mouth lungs heart must nakedly FEEL this pollution so we can stop running for something. Then we realize we were not running for some goal, for some greater than human purpose. We have been running and gasping, thinking there is something we must do, be, change, accomplish, and then our bodies will breathe, relax.

No. It is the ecology of our bodies we must find first. The foundation of this is our re-cognition of our inter-generative role in world-reflexive self creation.

The catalyst for this recognition is a moment of our entire internal ecology experiencing the physiology of ourselves within our entire global environment.

When we experience this, that our gasping and running is not for some new accomplishment or experience or repetitive clause for “survival”, but is our physiological need to breathe, to drink clear waters, to love and trust one another, then we become Earth beings again. Suddenly, what we were really gasping for becomes apparent. We have a greater family than we ever realized.

All of our mitochondrial relations flood back to us.
We are once more surrounded by our land, sea, earth and air siblings again. They did not banish us from our family, we banished ourselves.

We find the clean breath of peace in knowing our role; to be the hands of the earth, to serve the great unfolding of the conscious earth by assisting the form pattern and structure of the interrelations of all beings and elements that are and have been generated from the Earth.

We are here to maximize life, to be the hands for the hand-less, the legs for the legless. To plant the seeds in the places the wind could not carry them. To place the stones in places geology could not place them. To guide the water to places evaporation nor gravity could take it.

About noah crowe

I was born without a name. Later my family named me Noah Crowe. Crowe is my father's last name. I am an artist. Rather, I am a human being, seeking to know what I am. I am writing this blog to document my quest to know who I am in this world for my unborn son (and/or daughter). My father never passed on his journey to me, and I believe that it is story and ritual that informs our world; the worlds we live in, internally and externally. This is my way of giving myself, and my potential son, a window into this process of finding spiritual meaning and service in a culture that I find to lack the foundation of integration between the spiritual, the communal, and the societal.
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