Dear Dears,

I am writing to you from deep inside a healing portal in California.* The best way for me to describe the way it’s feeling, to give you a sense, is that I feel like I’m underground above the ground.

I am thinking about that wise saying, as above, so below. I don’t know from whence this one originates, which peoples. But the wisest words are uttered by all people throughout time in our own tongues. I am sure every beautiful, old culture from the rock-speaking-times have a version of as above, so below.

So so so.

I think we’ve turned a great deal of our collective attention, and understandably so, to the stars. To space. The above. When we render postures of wonder and awe, it usually equates to someone’s head, tilted upward, looking towards the celestial bodies; someone’s arms in an open gesture toward the sky.

But I’ve been wondering downward. Below my feet. I’ve been experiencing awe and wonder when putting my head to the earth; my hands and arms in the same posture as a galactic event gracing my presence. I’ve been asking: what is happening below? What is down there to be learned?

I think now of Ayiti and the earthquake. When I first heard the news, I just kept asking, why?, until the question dropped below my knees while praying. 

When it fell into my feet, I heard that here we are with another opportunity to see beyond catastrophe; to witness suffering and also to decide how to reorient in a way that suffering is less common. Here we are with another opportunity not to just open our payment apps and call it a day, but to look through the cracked earth of this beautiful island and see the roots. The roots.

Look to the roots.

Ask the roots how to be replanted so that when they reattach in the soil, they are coiled around the sturdiest rocks, through the geodes. They are regrowing and growing tendrils that did not previously exist.

This is always a possibility when things break and sometimes, I am learning, we are too busy looking up to look down.

The Earth will keep giving us opportunities to listen. If we only read them as tragedies, we are not listening. If we only receive them as results of human catastrophe rather than as an ongoing call-and-response between our lives and hers; then we are committed to viewing life and death merely through the lens of war.

There is more to life and death than war. There is more to war than death. The Earth knows this.

So so so.

This, my beloveds, is not going to stop. Not soon. I tell you cuz I love you. I tell you because I want you to prepare. To get clear. To open to hearing beyond what the news reports because there is always more than what the news reports. We will get more and more messages from the earth to look down. To start wondering as much about our/her/our inner core as we do about the sun.

As below, so above. So so so.

What if we can cool her down by whispering our prayers, our wishes, our fears, our dreams, dropping our hearts down through the crust toward the asthenosphere, all the way to the burning center?

What if the atmosphere is waiting for us to look down?

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INQUIRIES: What does it mean to me, right now, to live an anti- catastrophized life? When I say, I love you, can I say it when I mean it truly as the enacting of love’s frequency, which is the highest vibration in the universe? What if all of the dark matter in the known universe / multiverse / verseplace correlates directly with the geodesic structures under the earth’s crust? How much more can I face? How much can I open? How much trust can I allow?

SAYING, PRAYING: Earth is Trust, and Trust is Earth.

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