The Whisper of Hope

Earth Ways Sacred Activism

“What you seek is right in front of you…

The illusion of the greener grass is but a fragment of the mind…

postponing the acceptance of NOW.

What if the growth you desired was written in the sacred symbols of your life?

A calling to fearlessly stop, slow down and listen.

What if stalking the mind, was the doorway to freedom…

What if your children were the teachers

Your community your family …

The earth the scared doorway to connection and silence…

Your breath, a tool to collect the fragmented pieces of self…

The plants of the earth a library of information guiding our consciousness.

Your beloved, a mirror of truth…

Your life a pathway back home

A ceremony…”

Like orphans of humanity, wandering in the city-scapes, the urban jungles, the lifeless structures, walking and wondering why we feel disconnected, depressed, unfulfilled. We are the Orphan children of the planet, having our umbilical cord severed from the endless energy of the earth. Distracted by so many different messages, by self-individuation and social online mediums…that the memory of why we are here and who our ancestors were have been washed away from our awareness.

The complexity of life twisting us in knots, looping the mind in other peoples dreams… How can we simplify?

The Earth has been abandoned by those that have worked the land. What will be the inheritance of our children who are being born right now?

It is time to elevate our plea to the earth, to remember her song. To stop placing God up in the heavens and see that the manifestation of the powerful source is everywhere here on earth…when we have the eyes to see, when we have the stillness to feel. It is a time to return to conscious relating, to community, to the offering and energetic exchange of spirit grounded in form…

The whispers of hope, an ancient remembering written in the sound of the morning birds, the rising sun, the illumination of the moon, the rising of ancient culture. In the familiarization with the memory of the land, the stories of the old people… Waiting for a fire to catch, for the word to be used again with great care, to deepen our connection and compassion for this human experience…. We are the messengers. We are the ones we have been waiting for! But why wait?

The symbols are calling us. The ancient remembering that the power is hidden inside the simplicity of the fire, the sacred circle, the vessel of water. An old dream re-awakening from the ancestors that reflects the wisdom of the symbols in the secret codes of nature, guiding us to realign our DNA with the natural frequencies of the earth…so we will protect her, and obey this call to plant seeds, to sing to the plants, to fertilize the soils so that the earth will orgasm in abundance again.

The whisper of hope felt in the blood stream, in the pulse of the heart carries the strength beyond comprehension. The power to change, to transform, to reorganize, to reignite the passion for this planet… What we learn in this moment in time we need to ripen, to give space to mature and learn how to distill it, to share it, to cut the fluff. Widening our connection to the earth where we live and somehow awakening the connection to the memory of our ancestry…

Let rest be a refuge, let the earth be your church, let the memory awaken through the simplicity of the elements, and in these times of intensity, let us look for teachers that speak little…

– Velan

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