Message 10 – About Cooperation & Competition

[The first section of this blog is a book written by Gaia Communicator Mare Cromwell called Messages from Mother…. Earth Motherwhich was released at the end of October, 2012. Several gifted Native American elders have confirmed that Mare is working closely with Earth Mother. You can read all of the Messages from that book here or purchase the printed book independently. It is also available as a Kindle ebook and at other internet venues, and can be ordered from any bookstore in the USA, Australia, Great Britain, and other international sites.

The Great Mother Bible came out Spring 2015 is now also available as an ebook and hard copy on Amazon, and other ebook venues. If you’d like to order a personally autographed copy of any of Mare’s books from her directly, go to: www.marecromwell.com.]

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Mother: Hello, Sarah … Hello, Sarah. So delightful to be together again, isn’t it?

Sarah: Yes, Mother. It was a very nice hike up here again. It amazes me how it never rains up here when we meet. Some of these afternoons it’s been rainy in the city but it always stops when I hit the trail to meet Mr. Tufts and then join you here in the Sacred Grove. I know you’ve been helping the weather a little.

Mother: Ah, Sarah. Yes, I do what I can. It would be a shame to get all wet in the Sacred Grove while we meet. Today, today … I would love if you’d share about something you’re very grateful for, instead of a joke. Make my heart sing a little.

Sarah: Let me think for a moment.

 [long pause]

I’ve been writing up your messages and sharing them with friends, and people are really responding to them. Most love them. This has inspired me to do some other creative writing. I’ve been working on some other pieces to get published too. All this writing makes me feel so alive and passionate. I love it.

Mother:   Hearing that makes me feel so wonderful! One, that people are liking the messages so much, and two, that you are doing something that makes you  so happy. I love it when my two-leggeds find their soul-work and they are so joyous. That’s just beautiful and tickles me. Really tickles me and makes my heart sing. When you are all singing with joy in your lives, it helps me sing too.

So, today I want to talk about a funny idea that many of you two-leggeds have gotten into your heads. Actually one of many funny ideas, but never mind that.

It’s the idea that this beautiful planet that I’ve nurtured along for all of these millions and millions of years is based on competition. Somehow you have concocted the notion that all my lovely species are having a battle fighting over the minerals in the soil or the sunlight in the forest—all the time.

This is not true. What’s happening, and has been happening since I nurtured those first cells along in evolution, is that most of my glorious species are cooperating most of the time. But you have seen the world through a lens of competitiveness for so long that it’s hard for you to understand this.

That two-legged called Darwin—he was a very hard-working man and traveled all over in those beautiful ships that were so silent and clean. I miss them. Anyhow, he traveled to so many various nooks and crannies of the continents and collected so many parts of plants and animals. He even studied earthworms. Fascinating man. But his mind was working so fast, and he got so caught up in his ideas of “survival of the fittest,” and “dog eat dog,” etc., that there was no way I could get through to him that he was completely missing the truth in front of him. Just like almost everyone else in his culture, he was not going to listen to me, his Earth Mother.

What most of you don’t realize is that all of the beautiful four-leggeds and standing ones, the finned ones, the winged ones, they all know it’s a dance of life. They know they need to find food and they need to make more babies. They also know they need to eat some living beings and they are lunch for other beings. It’s a dance of being completely in the moment for them.

You see, I designed it so they would be able to live with all of their special ways and be in the gloriously huge web of life. I’m constantly tweaking this and that so one species can do a little better or be a little smarter. Maybe add extra antennae, or longer ones, to a bug. Or a fish might evolve a slightly more elongated fin to swim faster. There are a billion improvements to be made all the time. You should see my “To-Do” list. It’s rather long. But I’m used to it.

When a lion catches that sickly or weak gazelle on the Serengeti, the herd knows in advance that one gazelle is not meant to live a long life. The lion knows it needs to eat. They accept these things and know it is part of the dance. This is not to say they don’t grieve though.

Oh, my elephants, they grieve so when one of them dies. I love them so, and I grieve with them: they are so wise and gentle and fine. I especially love their trunks and their feet. Some of my finer design moments. I guess maybe there are a lot of fine design moments. But I don’t want to toot my horn, really. It’s just my job to love all of my beings here and to keep on nudging evolution along.

As I was saying, so many of my four-leggeds grieve. Most of you have no idea how emotional or how intelligent most of these other four-leggeds, winged ones, and others are.

But I’m getting off track here. So, yes. Cooperation. The dance.

In the forest, trees are communicating and sharing all those lovely minerals and organic stuff all the time. But you two-leggeds can’t see it and most of you have assumed that trees are just dumb lumber standing. But they are not dumb at all. Some of you have learned how to communicate with trees and you know how intelligent and emotional they can be.

Trees grieve too. They grieve when one of them dies, especially the very ancient ones among them. They know their elders and respect them greatly. Some of you feel when trees grieve, I know.

You see, trees thrive on living in community. They have a vast network of roots and root hairs. Fungi live on the roots and act as transporters and telephones all at the same time, sharing each tree’s minerals and information with the others. This phone/chemical exchange can go from tree to tree to tree, all underground, for long distances.

At the same time, trees are chatting back and forth with each other, sharing the news in their energy fields. Trees do chat by ways other than their roots. When one is sick, they all know it. They try to help the other trees when they fall sick by collectively communicating and sharing information on how to create an immunity to the disease that has come in. I help them with that, but they take the initiative. They’re very smart.

When some two-legged walks into a forest with a chainsaw, believe me, every tree in that forest knows it, even if they are miles away. Trees are not dumb. They especially don’t like chainsaws and how mindlessly they are used. There is never any offering, no seeking permission, no honoring the Sacredness of the trees when the chainsaws come in. It makes my heart break, how many small and large chainsaws are being used all the time all over my lovely planet. Oh, my trees … my standing people. And all the other four-leggeds, six-leggeds, bird nests, all those beings in those forests that are lost, just lost, when a forest is cut.

In a healthy forest where chainsaws are far away (thank goodness), trees are cooperating by sharing their spaces with their beautiful leaves, so everyone gets enough sunlight. They are always helping each other and they know it’s a dance for light in the forest. So the lower branches in most of my tree babies have larger leaves than the upper branches. They will send out a branch in a certain direction to take advantage of a gap with more light. But it’s not as if they are fighting and cursing each other as some of you two-leggeds have been known to do at rowdy events with too much fermented drink in your bodies. They know they are a community and dancing together to live together.

Of course, there are times when a seed falls at the base of a tree and starts to germinate. This can make it kind of tough for the larger tree. But I assure you, there are intelligences there that negotiate and work it all out peacefully. Many times the seedling becomes like a lover to the original tree. It can be quite sweet to see how they grow together and develop a bond. However, most of you are oblivious to these intelligences.

The biggest challenge to me is that you two-leggeds keep on moving four-leggeds, six-leggeds, and viruses, seeds and other critters around the world. A couple of beetles that are supposed to be living in Asia, since that’s where I put them, show up in New Jersey since you shipped them there. Those beetles get out with their mates and before you know it, or I even know it, they are munching on all sorts of things and there is nothing much munching on them. Or you take rabbits to Australia. Or mongoose to Hawaii. The list goes on and on. Kudzu to the south of the United States. Eventually they all get loose. Of course they get loose. Or seeds are scattered by birds or animals or the wind. That’s what all my critters want—to be free. Wouldn’t you want to be free too?

This is when competition comes in, since these plants or four-leggeds or six-leggeds, etc., don’t have anything munching on them for the most part, they run rampant. My poor native species don’t have much of a chance. I know you know what I’m talking about.

My plants—they want to help you. They do. For thousands of years, when medicine two-leggeds have gone out for walks, the plants have whispered wisdom to them about which ones can help heal different ailments and how and when to use their leaves, stems, blossoms or roots. That is how the original herbal wisdom was shared. The plants talked with the medicine two-leggeds.

But plants only want to help when they are honored for their Sacredness. They will speak only to those who have learned humility and learned how to listen. Those who give blessings, tobacco, cornmeal, or other gifts to me in ceremony are the ones who generally learn how to listen the best. I need to see that you are willing to be humble and open and patient in order for me to wake up those abilities in you so you can listen. This is the way. Of course some of you have been born with these abilities. You are so delightful to me.

For those who learn these ways and seek to be in relationship with me, your Mother, I can help you so much. So much. But you need to want this relationship with me, and show your love to me.

It used to be that all my two-leggeds were in close relationship with me. There would be dreaming women who would come together and dream together in the same tents or caves or wherever they lived. These women were particularly gifted, and many dreamed the same things. They would discuss their dreams since these were messages from Spirit to help their village.

Sometimes their dreams were from the overarching Spirit of the deer or gazelles or other wild four-leggeds, and that Spirit would tell them where to send the men for the hunt the next day. The men would then go off and find a herd exactly as the women described it. There would be one weak deer or gazelle as the women described and that would be food for the village for the next few days. This is the dance between Spirit, the two-leggeds, and the four-leggeds who were hunted. Some of my two-leggeds still live this way. But not many.

There were very close relationships between my two-leggeds and the four-leggeds and plants. They all danced together to help each other live and make babies. It was all so beautiful. Yes. I miss that.

I know these days can return and be even better. I know you two-leggeds have the capacity to be wiser and more connected with me.

I know you, Sarah, with your pure heart—you could learn how to live in this way in very close relationship with me and all my loved beings. All my beloveds.

So, that’s it for today. I have to go and check on an earthquake that’s taking shape in the South Pacific. It’s threatening to break and I want to make sure that it’s as harmless as possible. As if an earthquake could be harmless. But I try.

One of these next times, let’s talk about how my two-leggeds might be living in closer connection and with greater love for me. That would be most fun. Let’s do a dream journey together, Sarah. Oh, I’m getting excited thinking about it.

Yes! Let’s do a dream journey together soon!

So much love to you, all of you!

Love, love, love!

 

Mother_Earth

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Message 2 – About the Environment, ah… Me

[The first section of this blog is a book written by Gaia Communicator Mare Cromwell called Messages from Mother…. Earth Mother, which was released at the end of October, 2012. You can read all of the Messages here or purchase the printed book independently. It is also available as a Kindle ebook and at other internet venues, and can be ordered from any bookstore in the USA, Australia, Great Britain, and other international sites. The Great Mother Bible is now also available as an ebook and hard copy on Amazon, and other ebook venues. If you’d like to order a personally autographed copy of any of Mare’s books from her directly, go to her personal website: www.marecromwell.com.]

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Mother: Hi, Sarah!  Welcome, welcome!

Sarah: Hello, Mother. It’s great to see you. I’ve had the best week. Life is getting so much more fun. More friends are calling me up to invite me to play. And the kids at the pre-school don’t stress me out these days the way they used to. I think you might have something to do with this.

Mother: Well, perhaps. I am sending you good blessings as you go through your day-to-day activities. It’s the least I can do. You are helping me so much with these messages. So, I brought you a joke today. Are you ready?

Sarah: Okay.

Mother: What bone will a dog never eat?

Sarah: I don’t know. A chicken bone? I know they’re not supposed to eat them. All those splinters in the bones.

Mother: No. A trombone.

Sarah did not know what to say. It was one of the worst jokes she had heard in a while. It was the type of joke that one of her four-year-olds in her pre-school might have said, except they wouldn’t have known what a trombone was. Earth Mother was clearly amazing but her sense of a joke was a little off. But Sarah did not want to offend Mother so she decided she needed to be supportive at least.

Sarah: Oh, that’s cute. That’s funny. Thanks, Mother.

Mother: Thanks, I rather liked it myself. So, this time around, Sarah, do you have any big questions that you want to ask me?

Sarah: I definitely do. It’s so terrible what is going on around the world with all the environmental destruction—destroying parts of you actually. It’s so hard to have any hope about the Earth and what is going on. I know I don’t need to tell you about all the horrible events. You know so much more than I do. But the radiation from Fukushima, the mercury in the fish, the GMOs in our food, the weird weather patterns and on and on … I mean, it’s so hard to have any hope, or even get out of bed in the morning with this news. How can we have any positive future with all of this happening right now? I’ve felt such despair and have been so depressed about all of this until you and I started meeting. But still, even though my mood has gotten better, the news is just awful.

Mother: Yes, I can see how you and so many others feel such despair these days. These are very trying times. And believe me, they are trying for me also. I’m not exactly having a party right now with all of this going on. Between the contamination itself, the forests being cut down, coral reefs dying … and the way you two-leggeds are fighting, it’s enough to give me a bad case of malaise.

You two-leggeds have only been around for a short period, but you’ve certainly wreaked some havoc. Some parts of me feel a little like the cancer you two-leggeds and four-leggeds get. But I don’t get cancer. I’m so ancient that the places where there are huge strip mines or environmental contamination, such as Bhopal are just little irritating scabs I’ll heal over rather quickly in geologic time. But it is going to take a long time as you two-leggeds count time.

I am 4.8 billion years old and getting that kind of age on you gives you a much greater perspective on what’s happening now. All of these wounds on me will eventually heal back over, and the contamination will get buried into rock layers just as the oil deposits and uranium layers were buried many millions of years ago. I am honestly hard-wired to heal. But it’s going to take a couple million years. That is certainly more than a little wink of time.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m certainly not a happy camper with all of these foolish activities that are so destructive to me and all of my babies. No. So many species are gone now. Extinct. I worked for millions and millions of years to bring these species into being through evolution. It is very irritating to me that you two-leggeds have wiped out so many, so fast. I mean in the wink of an eye, gone.

(Sigh …)

But I’m most worried about you two-leggeds. I’m worried about what is in your hearts these days. What is this sickness that has overtaken you that compels so many of you to be so blind and ignorant and, well, greedy? This makes me so sad. Very sad.

I love you all so much. You are my children. All of this evolution that I brought forth on this beautiful planet is my love at work. But somehow you’ve lost touch with the love. You’ve lost touch with me and my millions and millions of years of love. You’ve been taking it all for granted.

Okay, I’m starting to make you even more discouraged now, Sarah. I can see this. I’m sorry. That’s not what I want to do.

So, here are some things that can help you and your friends, and others. This will help you build up hope again. I will list them for you.

Know that I’m so, so ancient that I will always heal from what is happening now. I, your Earth Mother, am not capable of dying.

Hmmm … I take that back. When this solar system sizzles out in billions of years, I might move on from being the Caretaker of this planet to some other job in the universe. But I won’t ever die. My consciousness will always exist. And I can’t worry about all that’s in the future. All we have is NOW.

For you two-leggeds, all of you can do a number of things NOW. Here goes:

Plant trees. Anywhere and everywhere you can. I love my Standing People, as my native peoples call trees. Wherever groups of trees are planted and nurtured they call in other species to live amongst them. Trees are very good at this and love doing it.

Have fun! Think in circles and not straight lines. Everything cycles and gets reused. A fallen tree log becomes food for mushrooms and all sorts of other critters after that tree has lain on the ground for some time. Cycles, circles. I’ve never designed a straight line anywhere on the planet. But you two-leggeds are a little obsessed with straight lines these days. Rather boring to me.

Go back to the wisdom of the plants instead of all the concocted chemicals that you have made up in laboratories. This never made any sense to me either. I already provided you with all the chemicals you need from plants. It’s all there.

Have more fun! See the web. I don’t mean the Internet. I mean the Web of Life. It’s all connected.

Grow more of your own food near your homes. All of those lawns that are mowed way too often, I’ve never understood those. And don’t even get me started on the raking of the leaves in the fall. If it is open land and does not have a forest on it, then why don’t you grow food there? Put in a garden. Herbs. Flowers. Vegetables. Get some goats, chickens, or sheep. But lawns? They don’t do anything for me. Especially when they are treated with your chemicals to grow only one species of grass. It’s that straight thing again, I suppose. I’m into parties of species all living together. You two-leggeds call it biodiversity. The more wild parties of all sorts of critters and plants, the better. This is how I steered evolution. Wild parties of plants and animals.

Have fun! Throw a party growing the food and then cooking it together. Invite the neighbors. Have your own wild parties!

Stop breaking my skin and digging into my bones for your energy. It hurts me and just is a mess once you get it out. I’m talking about the oil, the uranium, all the heavy metals. And fracking for natural gas! Oh, my, fracking is the most stupid thing you two-leggeds have come up with since nuclear energy. You come up with some doozies. Putting all those chemicals in the ground to force the gas to come up is going to take me a very, very long time to clean up. Very. Why do you need so much energy anyway?

Have more fun! Think of all the ways you can use a bicycle or the wind or sun to do what electricity, or fossil fuels, provides you right now. Have bicycle parties. Take them apart and turn them into utility bikes to haul your groceries or a piece of furniture. Why not?

Hmm … what else? Oh, yeah. Get to know your neighbors. Help your neighbors out. If they can’t grow food on their yards since they’ve gotten elderly, ask if you can grow food there and share it with them. Have potlucks. Dinner parties with music. Cook your homegrown veggies. Preserve them. Grow gourds and use them to make new musical instruments or feeders and houses for my small winged ones. Ask your elderly neighbors to tell stories. If they’re too grumpy, go ahead and be nice to them anyway. They’ve probably got some old wounds from some other parts of their lives and just need some love.

Did I mention have fun? Bottom line, have fun in your life! Life is meant to be an adventure and a celebration!

Oh, right. Please remember the sun. The sun has all this energy and it gifts the planet each and every day. Even when it’s raining, the sun is still out there. How I love our sun. Couldn’t have done all of this without the sun, you know, all this evolution. You two-leggeds can be more creative with the sun too. Some of you have been. Need to get those ideas out more. Why do you need to break into my skin and bones when you have the sun? There is the wind too. I really like those newfangled wind thingies … what are they called? Right, turbines. I find them almost as good as something I would’ve come up with for evolution. Good on you for those.

Well, this list has gotten probably too long. I need to head off now. Other projects elsewhere. A Mother’s work is never done.

Love you, Sarah.

Love to all of my two-leggeds. And four-leggeds … and winged ones … all of my beloved ones!