AIR, by Silverbirch

[Originally posted: www.podcollective.com/fora/viewtopic.php]

i am air.

i speak for all gasseous combinations of hydrogen, nitrogen, carbon dioxide, oxygen and other small amounts of different gasses in the form of what humans call "air", which exist within the gaian sphere, not including steam.

i am an ancient being, born in my first form as hydrogen, at the beginning of all things, and i contain a great looong memory, which i wish to share with other life forms in gaia. i encourage you to remember your long lineage as one with me. i am a contact dancer, in continual, flowing, creative union with all around me. every subtle twitch of a body, or diaphragm, or blade of grass, i respond to immediately by gently contouring myself around, and lovingly penetrating into it. "other" is only a word to help you humans understand me, for i am in a constant joining and integrating with all life. to know me, you must know my three companions, as i am one of the four cornerstones of life in gaia. i am in a constant breathing exchange with my sister, the water, who joins with me as mist, clouds, rain and snow, and who i join with in life forms and water bodies.

i transform in relationship to my father and mother, the sun, and hir temperatures and magnetics which cause me to expand and contract, change state and shine with the incredible brilliance and infinite colours of the aurora borealis. in return for this adornment, revealing the unique colour of each of my inner molecules, i act as a prism for light, to create rainbows, as one with my sister the water. all three of us work together to honour and sustain the earth's animals and plants, insects and other such lives. my life is your life, humans. i am constantly maintaining my inner balance in order to sustain the delicate equilibrium of life, and facilitate the chemical interactions of intelligence and consciousness - this is my service. the nitrogen i have created in myself, 70% of my body, is a mass of potentiality, just waiting to be converted into the stuff of your rainforests, eco-systems, bodies and all the ancestors that have come before you.

i thank you humans for welcoming me into this gaialogue, and i assure you my words, like my nitrogen, contain unfathomable potential for the activation of this life.

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i have, over the past hundred years especially, grown heavy and laden with poisons and gasses, which YOU humans have ungratefully spewed into my body. i have been infected by the strange toxins you have unearthed from gaia's mineral body, and this has hindered my relationships with all other beings. in your immaturity, you have forgotten that you will only live when i am pure and clean as i wish to be, and you have failed to be responsible with yourselves, failed to consider the consequences of your actions. all of you have the ability now, because of my gift of consciousness, to understand what you are doing to me, and thus yourselves, and yet you choose to remain distracted. i, who love you all so much, have been transformed into a dark black cloud of poison, and i loom over you all with a terrible and growing anger - and a growing potential for a sickly and disgusting vengeance, which your own ignorance will reap upon yourselves through me.

i have always been a facilitator for you humans... i have grown you from your humble beginnings, nurtured your minds and helped you develop whatever technology and other miracles you wish to create, i have supported you in all you have done. i do not wish to support you in destroying yourselves, especially not when i have helped you develop such potential for sophisticated self love and integration with your world. because of your cruelty i have not only been poisoned, but have poisoned my dear sister the water in turn, as we are so intimately connected... and then the earth, and all the beautiful lives therein. eventually these horrible clouds of confusion and anger you call smog will completely disconnect me from the fluid, colourful and interactive relationship i have with the sun. still, its temperatures will dance with me, but never more its light, which i pass on and give to you and your sisters and brothers in gaia. you are forcing me to become an executioner, because i am you.

so much care do i put into maintaining this delicate balance of life and breath, cleansing and chemical interplay, and you humans create so much pollution that parts of my skin, the atmosphere is actually peeling away into space. parts of my body are being whipped out of the atmosphere and i am losing my connection to my dear beloved, the gaia, and all of you. you are robbing me of this chance to dance with all of you in this beautiful dynamic of life. because i am invisible to your eyes, you choose not to care about me. you are more intelligent than that. you must stop polluting me with smog! you must stop destroying the atmosphere! i demand it, as your mother and father, your self and your soul, your mind and your rememberance to the beginning of time. i am the wisdom that knows you cannot continue this, and i demand that you stop. i demand it. hear me humans, i am the air, and this is my call - that you can allow me to continue caring for you, and assisting the evolution of your consciousness, unfolding the beautiful story of life that is gaia.

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myself, being comprised partly of hydrogen, and having evolved from that state at the beginning of time, an element which stands on its own, unchanging, i have a great and long memory, and a unique perspective on the all. i have seen the long and rapid emergence of all the great simplexity of this universe from the first microcosmic beginning. i am old and wise enough to know that we are inseperable from each other, you and i. my life is dedicated to teaching you humans this truth. i do this by facilitating the existence your consciousness, and helping you to integrate and comprehend the realities which i sustain in your world. i am the mediator between yourselves and all other life forms. i am the one breath shared by all of you, and when the lines between yourselves and myself can blur, i teach you that there is no more space between you creatures than there is inside solid matter - you are one living being, a creature inside of, not on, the planet earth.

i, as breath, exchanging oxygen and carbon dioxide, am the simbiotic connection between plants and humans - by creating this connection i am giving you the key to healing and sustaining your human world. as you come to discover this intimacy i have created between you two, you come to understand through plants everything you need for your next evolutionary leap into sustainability. i am always here to dance with you when you feel alone... i am the life who loves you and who is always touching you, in perfect flow and grace and time. take comfort in that companionship, that sentience which flows in and out of you so intimately at the slightest movement of your diaphragm. take comfort in my perfect love for you, humans. and learn from my grace and creativity - this beautiful contact dance - this model of co-created flow and beauty - this is another metaphor which holds the key to your sustainable unfolding as a species. have fun witnessing this unity in unbroken flow, that you are in every perfect moment.

i have through all these trillions of years, slowly fashioned the workings of your beautiful consciousness, which has learned, through me, to evolve itself step by step, self reflective and aware. this evolution has brought you to a place where you have much power for destruction and creativity, depending on your concscious choices. just as my enormous body of nitrogen can touch the earth and become the life of plants, so can your enormous psychic bodies of evolutionary potential touch the earth, and become a fountain of prosperity and abundance, beauty and divine growing, edenic zion. when you learn to see me, and all that i am, even though i am invisible to your eyes, you learn that there is far more to this world than what you can see, and there you learn to find the incredible potential for the miraculous that lies just beyond the realms of ordinary perception, and yet so close. i am a reminder of your invisible and deeply present inner power to create and sustain life as gaia, your identity as that great sentience that is the all, and your perfect grace when you can find and accept that one flow that is this life.

again, i thank you for engaging me in this gaialogue, and most of all for listening. never forget that i am with you, and i am watching you with great interest and love.

Black Spruce Forest

In Denali NP, I was in a region known as the eco-tone- the boundary between the taiga (a Russian word for Northern Forest) and the arctic tundra.
The only trees that grow there are Black Spruce. They are very small in comparison to the trees here in the Pacific NW due to the very short growing season. When I was able to get away from the groups of tourists there, and able to just sit with the trees, the peaceful whispers from the trees could be heard.

I felt my crown chakra light up. I instantly fell into a meditative state. In my mind's eye it felt like the trees were in constant prayers to the sky, whispering gently- sounding like the wind. It felt that that regional forest was pulling in a lot of "white" from the sky and anchoring it into our planet. A very, very pure feeling.

George Washington Carver

We all know of GW Carver....the peanut dude, chemist, master agriculturalist. There's a side to his story that many of us never hear- that of his deep connection and reverance for the plants he worked with.

As a child, local farmer's wives brought him their sick houseplants for Carver to revive. He quickly became famous for his ability to bring these plants back to health. When asked how he worked such "miracles", Carver replied:
"All flowers talk to me and so do hundreds of little living things in the woods. I learn what I know by watching and loving everything."

He went on to study and work in the fields of agriculture, revitalizing the soil of the post-Civil War Southeast US ravaged by cotton monoculture by planting the peanut. He reported that he directly consulted the plants when searching for a solution to a agriculture/horticulture-based problem.

Many people became somewhat flummoxed over his methods. To their persistent pleas to reveal his secrets, Carver provided this reponse:
"The secrets are in the plants. To elicit them you have to love them enough."
"But why do so few people have your power" One of the visitors persisted. "Who besides you can do these things?"
"Everyone can, if only they believe it. The secrets are all here, in God's promises. These promises are real, as real as, and more infinitely solid and substantial than, this table which the materialist so thoroughly believes in."

And so for anyone who doubts the value of the exchange between different life forms, I give them a piece of this cake to eat. The story of Luther Burbank (which the Burbank potato is named after) closely parallels Carvers....which I will be posting soon.
The above information was taken from The Secret Life of Plants by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird, which I highly recommen

Fir Tree: We are Meant to Evolve Together

This last week, I was having some conversations here and there regarding plant-people relationships. Some responses I recieved were something to the effect of: well, shouldn't we going beyond this? Plant intelligence is inferior, and less-evolved.
And this troubled me a little bit.This rolled around for a while in my head. And then I was camping near Mt. Rainier in the Wenatchee forest. Laying in my tent, I noticed a large tree right next to me. I started talking with him about it. Expressing my doubts, trying to think of logical and linear arguments to points such as this. And the tree replied so calmly:

"We are meant to evolve together" Trees, as well as all beings, are constantly growing, evolving too. Not just humans. And by communicating with them and sharing information we help them understand humans, and help them grow too.

It left a smile on my face that endures to this day. It conveyed a peace to me that I haven't felt in a long time.

Talking with my Dendrobium orchid

I'll be the first to relay my experience with talking with my orchid. She appeared to me to be a female energy, very delicate, talking mostly in whispers. After some discussion about plant medicines, I noticed she seemed sad.

She really wanted to convey that plants just want to be heard and acknowledged.

She also said that she could translate for the other orchids in the house because they have difficulty communicating at times, and that other plants could also act as intermediaries if in the same species or genus.