Out of the pubs and into the mud – a call from the land.

What will it take for you to believe? When observable ‘facts’ serve discrete interests – what is truth and what does it say? As a legion, disembodied from the earth, we have created a material-imaginary; tinkering with the surface elements of reality, we revel in our own mastery. Gloat over our bounty. What have we achieved? Everyday bloodshed. Heartache. Paranoia. Barricades of walls and hearts. Pollution. So much pollution of the land, of the air and seas – of the heart. Some days I can barely look another in the eye. So much shame. So much judgement. So much distrust. So much fear.

What will it take for you to turn away from the current paradigm in disgust – to curl your lip and sink your toes into the earth in full knowing? To recognise that the race to the bottom; the narrowing of our lens, the search for answers in numbers and data yields only a glimpse of a snowflake in a storm. That you are a snowflake. But that you are also the storm.

What will it take for you to believe the earth is alive? That it has its own interests – that you are part of those interests? But so far removed from her soils, her water and her breath – so indoctrinated you are in plastics and screens and sugar and coin that you have forgotten. Can you remember? Are you prepared to?

Who is closest to the earth? Where are they and what do they have to say? What are their rituals? How do they dance and what do they sing? How do they heal and what is healing to them? How do they serve and who are they serving? Out of the pubs and into the mud – are you prepared to listen? Are you brave enough to let go of your ideas and identity forged in a world prepared to oversee its own demise and ready to reawaken to the ‘primitive’, to the primal? Can you bear to open your heart and live in trust of the land and one another? I’ll help you if you’ll help me.

Blue deer. Aho. Pamparios.