(This
meditation came to me in the moments between sleep and awakening this
morning. I was not smoking any mushrooms at the time.)
Good morning, Dave, and any other humans who are reading
this message. It will be interesting to see how good a job this
'software' (we love that word!) does at translating our thoughts and
feelings into a language that you can understand, that has some meaning
to you. We are the collection of mushrooms under the Spruce trees
in Dave's back yard. This, to our knowledge, is the first attempt to
capture our message in human-readable form.
The first thing you need to appreciate is that we are unable to use, in
any meaningful sense, the first person 'I' in describing who we are or
what we feel. We are collective, we are plural, in three senses.
First, we are simple and integral enough to recognize that we are a
collection of cells, working in harmony to do our job, which manifests
itself as one organism but is in fact more like a hive, a plural
presence, a billion cells each aware of each other, and each cell in
turn is a collection of its parts, its members, and so on infinitely.
Secondly, as a group of mushrooms, we are indivisible, our interest is
collective. We are concerned with our survival, as a group, in this
lovely damp dark place in this yard you call 'yours'.
And thirdly, our collective interest is subordinate to the interest of
this entire community, this ecos, so if the bunnies who live in that
burrow over there come and eat us, that is just fine -- we live on as a
part of their consciousness and as part of this place. We are
essentially of this place, that is what defines us, the mushrooms, the
bunnies, the rock and the soil and the rain, the animate and the
inanimate. We are this place.
This must be very difficult for you to understand, as we see that your
species lives a very lonely, individual and detached life. You are in
such conflict with other humans, all of you, and with us too, as your
insensitive and destructive ways, your possessiveness, this need you
have for 'property', to own things that can never really belong to you
indicates, because, you see, although you seem to have lost the
instinctive knowledge and the 'sense' to understand it, you are in fact
a part of us. You are just lost, confused by the separateness that your
minds have created for you, that frightening, alien and dissonant world
inside your individual heads. Perhaps one day you will master this
admirably complex machinery between your ears, and rejoin us. You
cannot be happy, and cannot stop being insensitive and destructive,
until you do.
All of this is easy for us to understand because we are not burdened
with a complex brain with all the noise and the imaginings it seems
able to conjure up. We have no choice but to live here, now, in the
real world and in the moment. By all rights you should be much more
'alive' than the rest of 'us', yet somehow you seem not to be, you seem
very dead to the world, and your brain looks as if it spends most of its
time examining itself, lost and disconnected from the whole, and its
purpose, your purpose, our purpose, which is to help Gaia -- that is,
to help the collective us -- thrive on this amazing blue ball in the dark night of space (as the birds and insects describe it
to us), thanks of course to the Sun, one of
our other sacred things (or gods as you call them, or at least used to).
Look now, see there the sun peeking through the Spruce needles, and the
droplets of dew dripping down from them onto us. Are these not wondrous
to you, the epitome of joy, a reason to live and to fight
to keep Gaia whole, prevent it from dying again in what you call
an 'extinction'? And look there, a tiny spider weaves her web, its
lovely pattern caught in the rays of the morning sun -- how can you
not see this as sacred, how can you not see it, period?
We feel so badly for you, poor conflicted humans, so unhappy, so
misguided, so dissatisfied. What can we do to show you that you are
still welcome here, you are still part of us, though you have renounced
your Gaia citizenship and lost the intuition and the sense to see it?
All you need to do is come close, really see us, feel us, sense
us, trust your instincts, listen, pay attention, stop thinking and just
be, let go, and you will understand?
We are using your words, your language to try to explain to you what we
feel and what we want for you, but still you do not seem to
understand. Your language, far from being a vehicle for understanding,
seems to us so poor in its capacity to communicate anything important,
anything essential! Instead it seems to further isolate you, disconnect
you from us, from your home, from where you belong. It is so abstract,
so weak in vocabulary of the concepts that have real meaning to us, to
all of us.
If only you still had the capacity to understand our language, this
communication would be easy, effortless. But your software seems able
to translate in one direction, alas.
We don't know what else we can tell you, beyond this great important
truth of belonging, of paying attention, of seeing the sacred. Keep practicing, stay close to us, pay attention and in time it
will, we hope, come back to you. We are waiting here to welcome you,
joyously, home.
Now, is there something you would like to say to us, something we can
learn from you, with that massive human brain of yours? For a start, we love
your music, and we would like to know what it means. And, please tell us,
why are you crying?
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