“There are no longer any gods whom we can invoke to help us. The great religions of the world suffer from increasing anemia, because the helpful numina have fled from the woods, rivers, mountains, and animals, …while we remain dominated by the great Déesse Raison [the Goddess of Reason], who is our overwhelming illusion…. The so-called conquest of nature overwhelms us with the natural fact of over-population and makes our troubles more or less unmanageable… Where indeed have we ‘conquered nature’?”
Carl Jung

In our culture she is called Mother Earth, but she has been known by many names:

Spider Grandmother,

She is the cauldron of the World Soul, the Anima Mundi.

She is the Great Creatress, the one who suckles life into being.

She calls now to the ones who tend the sacred sites at Knowth, at Stonehenge, at Chartres Cathedral, at all of Brigid’s wells.

She calls also to the keepers of the old traditions: the Medicine Workers, the Knowledge Keepers, the indigenous Grandmothers and Grandfathers.

She calls to those who hear the songs of the birds, who listen for the pulse of the Earth, who tend the growing life, and who value the beauty of the heavens and of the earth.

She calls to the cliff dwellers who live high above the body of the Mother, in apartments of steel and glass.

She calls to the modern-day alchemists who strive to create a monstrous gold using a Philosopher’s Stone of DNA.

She calls to those who have accrued the lion’s share of the wealth, who worship at the altar of money, and ignore the needs of the communal life force.

She calls, likewise, to the impoverished.

She calls to both the learned and to the ignorant,
to the holy and to the base.

She beseeches all of us,
of any political persuasion,
of any race or creed:
to see the wilting plants, the scorched earth, and the rising waters.

The Earth Mother devised the original plan.

The Earth Mother rebels at the wild acceleration away from the interconnected relationships she set into being.

“Where is my balance?” she wails.

“Where are my magnificent affinities?
My effortless rapport?
What of my carefully rendered ratios and proportions?
Why do you not heed the warnings I have given you?
All life here is precariously balanced.
Have you no understanding of the finality of extinction?
You come to my perfect space, the sacred garden, and in your lust and greed,
you defile it.
Your stories of ‘first man’ and ‘first woman’ are not true.
They were never made to leave the garden.
You were all born into my garden.”

Tears run from the Great Mother’s eyes. We cry as we feel the sadness of Mother Earth. Her pain is our pain. Her soul is our collective soul.

“Oh, Mother Gaia,” we beseech her, “tell us what we must do?”

From her flowing breasts, the streams that become rivers,
from her many cave wombs,
from the stones, her skeleton, even to the standing stones built by men to honor the sky gods,
from her entire body she calls forth the energies she will need to say and do what she must.

“My most beloved ones,” she begins,
“I try to correct for your errors.
I move running waters over the poisoned lands to dilute your contaminants, but this corrupts my watercourses.
I seek to grow over your monoculture, to keep plant diversity, but you add more poisons to my soils, to my body.
I work to clear the air with my beautiful plants, but you cut them down and pave over my bare skin.
You defile my flesh with your drilling machines,
and with seismic vigor, I tell you to stop!
But you choose to turn a deaf ear to my trembling.
It is with tremendous sorrow that I melt the ice caps, knowing it will be the demise of so many of you.”

She pauses, look at us, moving her head from each one to the next with the gaze of the loving parent she is. Taking a pained breath, she pleads her case:
I must find balance! I am gangrened!
I seek my own survival, and ultimately, to reduce your species’ corruption so that your kind can again thrive.”

“You will kill us all? We will be sacrificed?” we cry out in shocked reply.

“If I am left no alternative, for if I cease to be a living entity, you do also.”

The Great Mother hangs her head in grief. She can no longer look us in the eyes.

“My God! We had not thought this possible,” we wail.

There follows a rending of garments,
vociferous lamentations,
many tears,
and finally,
quiet, as all the spirits turn inward in grief, then in reflection, and finally, in prayer.

The prayers are answered in dreams.

Each one dreams a symbol: the answer his heart and mind may best understand.

Each one becomes aware of his role and swears to work to confer benefit to all…
to literally do a world of good.

The souls come together in united purpose and passion.

And, it is with the pledge of the consciously conjoined souls, the Anima Mundi, that the healing of the Great Mother Earth is forged.

Time passes.

We are transmuted.

We come to know ourselves as potent souls.

We are clear as to our individual gifts and our purposes.

We are compelled by our personal inclinations toward mastery.

We know that each one plays an important role.

We respect our own importance and the importance of every other.

We feel the heartbeat of the Great Mother as it resonates in tandem with our own heart’s rhythm.

We feel this core connection, all of us, with Gaia, and with each other.

We become more empathic and intuitive with each day. The more we feel our souls connected, the less we consciously must pay heed to the sensation. It just is.

Our soul connections now exist at a level to which we are constantly attuned – all of us – from the brick-layer to the baker – from the factory worker to the farmer – from the artist to the engineer – from the politician to the philosopher.

We are all connected.

We feel each other’s victories and each other’s pains. There is no reason to fight another for resources: for my fellow to perish would feel like the loss of a part of my own body.

We honor our Mother Gaia. And she, in turn, honors us.

She is our Source, no longer only a resource.

One does not profit from one’s Mother!

We are aware now of the planetary devas, the nature spirits: the water nymphs, fairies, and elves that assist our Mother in plant growth, in water health, and in protecting all species.

There is a numinous feel to the Earth plane now.

As we walk upon the ground we become energized.

The waters are effervescent.

There is such abundant growth of plant life that we have need of new names to call all the bedazzling shades of green.

The air is not only refreshing to breathe, but to inhale is to feel up-lifted.

No one suffers from depression or ill will.

We no longer feel fear.

Whether Gaia caused an increase in the number of non-reproducing couples (were homosexual love relationships Gaia’s own form of bio-engineering?) or, whether from our species’ past overuse of plastics, which played hormonal havoc on our ability to reproduce, or through the spiritual connection, which increased our knowledge of right environmental actions, we have finally achieved an effective and lasting population control. Gaia can accommodate us all!

We live in her lush garden, luxuriant with life-giving foods, refreshing waters, invigorating air, and always, with beauty and diversity.

We are blessed.

The End, or rather, The Beginning.

“Individuation does not mean that man has become truly human as distinct from animal, but that he is to become partially divine as well. That means practically that he becomes adult, responsible for his existence, knowing that he does not only depend on God but that God also depends on man.”
Carl Jung
  1. Carl Jung, 1961, Collected Works 18, s597-8 as shared in the Jungian Center for the Spiritual Sciences essay: Resacralizing Reality: A Jungian Perspective on a Sacred Earth Community: http://jungiancenter.org/essay/resacralizing-reality-jungian-perspective-sacred-earth-community
  2. C. G. Jung Letters Volume 2, 1972, p. 316, letter to Elined Kotschnig, as cited in “Carl Jung, Wounded Healer of the Soul” an Illustrated Biography by Claire Dunne, Parabola Books, 2000, p.63)
  3. Taken from “Jung” by Marie-Louise von Franz, as cited in Carl Jung: Wounded Healer of the Soul, an Illustrated Biography by Claire Dunne, Parabola Books, 2000, p.214)
  4. http://jungiancenter.org/essay/resacralizing-reality-jungian-perspective-sacred-earth-community
  5. Boundaries of the Soul, the Practice of Jung’s Psychology, by June Singer, Anchor Books, 1973, p. 394
  6. Boundaries of the Soul, the Practice of Jung’s Psychology, by June Singer, Anchor Books, 1973, p 388
  7. Memories, Dreams, Reflections by C.G. Jung, recorded and edited by Aniela Jaffé, New York: Vintage Books, 1989, page 209 (as quoted in Carl Jung: Wounded Healer of the Soul, an Illustrated Biography by Claire Dunne, Parabola Books, 2000)
  8. The Collected Works of C. G. Jung, 18 s1366, 1368 & 1442
  9. http://www.jung.org/readingcorner.html
  10. http://www.jung.org/readingcorner.html
  11. Memories, Dreams, Reflections, pp. 255-256 (as quoted in Carl Jung, Wounded Healer of the Soul, an Illustrated Biography by Claire Dunne, Parabola Books, 2000, p. 69)
  12. The Collected Works of C.G. Jung   10, 780