Taurus’ Field

When my boy was learning to walk we spent many a summer afternoon at the park. I appreciated the softness of the grass cushioning fall after fall. I was happy to live in Vermont with such robust greenery. I got in the habit of kicking off my shoes. This is when I started to really wonder about the earth’s powers.

The bliss of baby-rearing comes with its share of hassle, as any parent knows. It would never cease to amaze me that my feet on the soft sunny grass would inspire an instinct to skip and frolic. I’m in my forties in this grass. And I can’t help but frolic a bit. The baby gives me a carte blanche to galavant without raising eyebrows. Geo laughs and falls and springs up again. The delight snowballs bigger and brighter.

Some days I would wait to take off my shoes. I would observe “nope, i don’t want to frolic” and then take my shoes off to instantly feel the opposite. I felt like a fly that was tired and lethargic until brought back into the natural air where it zipped off. There is magic in the earth. It can’t be any other way. But could the magic be in us, shared with the earth?

My feet would seem to be sprung from the earth, as if I transformed into an earth elf! It was so notable that my favorite times were when I was fettered and then instantly released into my natural elven state.

I had heard much about grounding, and how walking without shoes was beneficial to one’s health. I had heard this for years but it took a summer of feeling it for myself to be convinced.

I thought about Tesla’s insistence that the earth had plenty of free energy.

Sitting on the earth continues to educate me. Its potency is so humble. It is the most natural cue for me to bring my hands together, as if in prayer. For this seems to complete a circuit. The potency flows through me. Grounding me into feeling more free, more potent and more at peace.  It is the perfect prayer.  What potency or power could be more assuring to turn to when in need than this shared potency one has with nature?

Einstein said that if he believed in God then it was “Spinoza’s God”. Baruch Spinoza was a 17th century philosopher who saw god to be one and the same as the singular “substance” of nature. A place beyond form. The only place of oneness.

In the zodiac, the sign that represents nature is Taurus. It should come now as no surprise that it sits sturdily at the center of our torus (Taurus) field. Nature is robust.

Nature is a torus field. The substance of all which includes god.  It is a living, breathing organism of which we are all a part of.   A bite from Eden’s apple banished Adam and Eve from nature’s full embrace. In an act of free-will, they separated from the torus field, the toroidal apple, into a new existence. The fall was necessary to gain more freedom, but as with any fall there must also be a rise.  We are outside of nature because we can think ‘about’ nature.  ‘About’ by definition means ‘outside of’.  Humans are free thinkers with an adventurous road ahead.  

Our reflective species is built to rise. To know nature with full consciousness, and thus become nature, create nature.

Featured image: Midsummer Eve” oil on Canvas by Edward Robert Hughes

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Secrets of Nature

When you think of nature, what comes to your mind? Take a moment and think about it. Maybe you hear some birds singing, some trees blowing in the breeze. Maybe you see some light sparkling along a river. Maybe you see ice covering mountaintops, fish darting in the sea, tigers charging across the Sahara or caterpillars inching along a bright green leaf. Maybe you feel the crisp caress of autumn air, the hot sand sinking beneath your feet, the pelting rain or the crunch of snow. Now think about the fact that all of this activity is happening now, all around the world. So much activity. Impossible to measure.

In any frame of nature at any point in time, activity is bustling. It may be overt as a flock of seagulls diving for fish or as unassuming as a seemingly empty field of grass. But a closer look at the field reveals a teaming of activity. The insects are bustling, the seeds are sprouting, the elements and nutrients are dancing about in their chemical exchanges. The symphony of activity is the bliss of nature. The Earth that never sleeps appears as a peaceful blue green sphere.

Compare the gentle chirping of one cricket outside your window to the wash of hundreds of crickets chirping in a meadow. The wash of activity is the serenity of nature. Nature is not the business of half-hearted pursuits. It is the height of bustling activity. The interrelated bustle is nature’s peace.

A waterfall crashes down upon rocks. Its immeasurable power is its deep peace. Its magnitude is its health. A bee collects nectar from a sun soaked flower. Its purpose and competence is its joy.

The two ingredients that make up nature’s secret sauce are activity and relating. No animal, plant or amoeba ever forgets this to be primary. Activity is happily married to a sense of purpose. You simply don’t see a woodpecker taking no interest in trees. Relating is the activity, and interrelating is the many activities coming into harmony together, like the wash of crickets in the meadow.

The light of spirit is too bright to go unrecognized. A dolphin leaping out from the sea is a triumph, a celebration. A little proud bird on top of a pine tree is the universal anthem of self belief, backed by the power of nature and its bustle of activity.

Spiritedness is without limit. Deep peace is without limit. These things are one and the same. In the heights of joyous activity and movement come the deepest feelings of peace. The wash of a cricket meadow is the electricity within you. You only need to tune in.