the essence of the natural world

Soft white petals, scent so sweet, where the faces of the Goddess wait to meet. I See them all, golden glow, one standing in the centre, medicine to show. I’ve known for some time what’s happening here, this love for Nature, my heart holds dear. But others are shifting in spiritual form, no longer human, android transform. It feels much easier to speak this out in rhyme, for might this be the greatest against humanity crime. Many don’t know it, even when they should, so let's bring it to surface to be better understood. Something’s taking root and beginning to grow, synthetic, artificial, robotic, tomorrow.

Oh Demeter what must you make of this, so called modern agricultural practice. Yes, you are what you eat, but let’s expand this to consume, stuffing it down with no pause to resume. But true abundance is only found within, radiating out such healthy skin. No free radical damage or oxidative stress, oh to live in a world where more is less. Botox injections, might make the muscles relax, but human blood plasma oh those life hacks. Your physical appearance, more than meets the eye, so let’s look beyond, oh don’t be shy.

Beautiful within, but what’s your secret, you’ve retained your true humanity, but how did you keep it? Ahh so you found your way to the Goddess inside, where sacred Water and Earth come together like riverside. Gracefully flowing, plasma cooling, relaxing muscles, not blood that’s pooling. Wait just a moment for I know this story, lessons from Cannabis in all of her glory. Those soft white petals I earlier mentioned, belong to Magnolia, so pure intentioned. Able to activate the endocannabinoid system, reducing pain, inflammation, and blocks to blood wisdom. Soothing anxiety and sleep disorders, calm within, awaiting higher orders.

It’s clear how the pure here have been adulterated, do you reap what you sow, or are you being cultivated. But Demeter’s always ruled over the harvest, so we’re going to plant some seeds, true humanity harnessed. She knows the loss of losing something precious to the darkness, never giving in to something so heartless. So like the first sign of spring, signalling Persephone’s return, re-membering true human is this season to learn. Are you outside in Nature with your hands in the soil, at one with her essence, forever staying loyal. Or is it all too much this human being, let's auto-mate with artificial so many agreeing. The choice is yours, maybe it’s just fate, but best direct your intention before it’s too late. Nature’s medicines, always been there to help restore, culturally appropriate if you’re going to go explore. There are many ways and no one size fits all, you’ll be sure to know, for inside it will call.

But let’s bring it back to where it all started, Earth’s oldest flowering plant that’s still today open hearted. Magnolia survived the dinosaurs and their extinction, independent higher thinker, pure resilience with deep conviction. At one with the natural world and divinity of femininity, deeply rooted in the most sacred humility. Born at a time before the bees were conceived, pollinated by beetles, in her flowers their bowels relieved. Eating her petals, leaving quite the mess, but her floral displays continue to unconditionally bless. Oh what a reflection of the human race, so few now with divine connection in this place. But some of us still fly softly from flower to flower, kissing her tenderly not forcing our power. For this time in human history things seem to have become inverted, power seems to have shifted from pure to perverted. But look deeper beyond this human play and you’ll See the divine feminine never really went away. Yes her petals might have hardened as she’s eaten into, but as we all know, the only way out is through.

Ten years have passed, when in the Amazon to me she first came, from that moment life would never be the same. Some serve God, others the Goddess, they meet in the heart, love is the witness. Everything on Earth can be changed in an instant, for her love is strong but it’s patient and consistent.

So to the spirit of Magnolia and the goddesses who came here to assist, fill my people with the purest love for that’s truly all that must exist. Stay faithful to the unchangeable that sits in your heart, that’s the real essence of Nature, the one true art. And re-member that here you’re simply human being, so leave the world a better place, after this time of sightseeing.