GAIA (Mother Earth) ENRAGED!

“Most astronomers, geophysicists, and other scientists think that stars and planets are only physical objects. But our Sun and at least the first eight planets of our Solar System are the bodies of CONSCIOUS LIVING INTELLIGENT BEINGS, or levels of DIVINITY.

Our Sun is a conscious living intelligent being called "Sol" (among other things), and the "primitive savages" who worship(ped) the Sun are/were NOT quite so ignorant and superstitious as we have been led to believe.

Mother Earth is a CONSCIOUS LIVING INTELLIGENT BEING called "GAIA". Until recently She has been TOLERATING the human creatures infesting Her skin. But She is being RAPED and ABUSED in many ways--air pollution, water pollution, ground-water pollution, landfill pollution, toxic waste dumps, radioactive waste dumps, strip mining, dam building, atom bomb testing, etc., ETC.

And now the rapid destruction of the Rain Forests is the LAST STRAW. Mother Earth is ENRAGED! And She has already begun throwing one HELL of a temper tantrum: increasingly violent and extreme weather, increasingly numerous and intense volcanic eruptions and earthquakes (10 times worse each year thru 1998), SINKING land masses, rising ocean levels, huge tidal waves, major pole shifts, etc. MOST of the world's human population will NOT survive to the year 2006, when the face of the Earth (the shapes of Her land masses, etc.) will be difficult to recognize.

Most of Japan, northern Europe, and the western portion of the United States will SINK to the bottom of the ocean, like Atlantis did. The Great Lakes will EXPAND and MERGE, and empty DIRECTLY south to the Gulf of Mexico. Part of Atlantis will RISE east of Florida. Similar things will happen all over the Earth. All of this will lead to world economic collapse, and the POLITICAL BREAK-UP of the United States (like the Soviet Union did in 1991) starting in 2003.”

“i thought you said that by that time the photon belt would be here to take care of all the earth's problems.”

“now this one just might have some validity, LMAO!! (i see no need to restrict this idea to just our solar system!)”

“The new wondrous times that you are about to enter will allow the reclamation of your fully consciousness potential. This fact is forecast in the biblical revelations, and it is an age when you will talk and walk with all who have lived on your planet. It is a time when you will be one with the Earth's spiritual hierarchy. It is also a time when you will return to work cooperatively with your planet's cetaceans to be co-guardians of Earth, and eventually with your rehabilitated solar system as well."”

“Another example of what happens with excessive use of recreational pharmaceuticals.

Marvin would make Sigmund Freud nervous.”

“You make some good points, but be sure to give credit to the movie you stole it from...wasn't it "Final Fantasy, the spirits within" or something like that?”

“He needs his pills again.....:)”

“sounds like "Phoenix Rising" by anna summer rain
relax marvie....this is but a drop in the cosmic ocean...enjoy the ride....”

“BY the way JOSH MAN does not quote the bible-ever.

Hey josh-where you from-

mg-have you been working too hard?”

“Sounds like something L.Ron Hubbard would write....”

“Right-Hubbard is a figment-”

“...levels of DIVINITY. Isn't divinity candy? Sort of like taffy.”

“Mother please forgive them
For they know not what they do
Looking back in history's books
It seems it's nothing new
Oh! Let my mother live

Heaven is for heroes
And hell is full of fools
Stupidity, no will to live
They're breaking God's own rules
Please let my mother live

Father, of all creation
I think we're all going wrong
The course they're taking
Seems to be breaking
And it won't take too long

Children of the future
Watching empires fall
Madness the cup they drink from
Self destruction the toll

I had a vision, l saw the world burn
And the seas had turned red
The sun had fallen, the final curtain
In the land of the dead

Mother, please show the children
Before it's too late
To fight each other, there's no-one winning
We must fight all the hate”

“Food goes in here (pointing to mouth)”

“No reputable scientist ascribes to the Gaia hypothesis. The notion had its 15 minutes of fame in the 1970's and is now discarded on the trash heap of discredited new age theories. There are still a few adherents, but they are not taken seriously. Astrology and UFO's still have believers too. Gaia is in the same category.”

“Thank you Buddur”

“I forget what is that from?”

“HOW CAN YOU BUY OR SELL THE SKY?

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? That idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memory of the red man.

The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us.

The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse, the
great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man - all belong to the same family. So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children. So we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy.

For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that the ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells us events and memories in the life of my people.

The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father. The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our cannoes, feed our children. If we sell our land, you must learn, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers, and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother. We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of the land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The
earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on.

He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave and his children's birthright are forgotton. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.

I do not know. Our ways are different than yours. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. But perhaps because the red man is a savage and does not understand. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling leaves in spring, or the rustle of an insect's wings.

But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night? I am red man and do not understand.

The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond, and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a mid-day rain, or scented by the pinon pine. The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath.

The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a
man dying for many days is numb to the stench.

But if we sell you our
land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.

So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to
accept, I'll make one condition, the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am a savage and I do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffalos on the prairie, left by
the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and I do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.

What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.

You must teach the children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother.

Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves. This we know, the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. This we know.

All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see.

One thing we know, which the white man may discover one day - our God is the same God. You may think you know that you own Him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. This earth is precious to him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its Creator. The whites too shall pass, perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man. That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. The end of living and beginning of survival.

NOTE: This letter was originally ascribed to Chief Sealth (Chief Seattle), as being his reply to the United States when the U.S. proposed to buy Indian lands in the Northwest. Since then it's been shown the letter was not from Chief Sealth, at least not as written, but it conveys a message that rings true no matter who the author was.”

“That was "Revelation (Mother Earth)" from Ozzy's first Blizzard Of Ozz album.”

“That was pretty good steve hiker. I think it was actually written by Canadian radio commentator Gordon Sinclair.”