A Gaian Folk-Song Gathering
Gaia ~ the ancient Greek word for Mother earth, aka Pachamama, third planetary being from the sun, the creative force of life.
Folk ~ ‘people’, or speaking tribally, ‘my peeps’
Song ~ a vibrational being. For humans, a voiced song’s viability and purpose, function and destiny, depends on which strata of the imagination (e.g., the mythic bedrock of collective consciousness, or the egoic drama-lands) they rise or emanate from. Songs need humans to sing them much like flowers need bees. And just as honey is created from that union, so the harmonic sweetness (in its various flavors) between songs and singers can fuel a holy art of manifestation.
Gaian Folk ~ From the earth as organism perspective, all beings that make up her body, the ‘tribes of creation’, aka ‘society of nature’, are people. Therefore we have e.g., the ‘stone people’, the ‘cottonwood people’, the ‘ant people’, and so on. Likewise, all have a ‘culture’, as varied as the mating dance of Japanese cranes, sunflower heads turning to follow the sun, and the growth of a quartz crystal. All play an integral part in the Gaian metabolism, and all have songs that constellate their form, and reflect the ‘medicine’ of their contribution to the healthy evolution of this planet.
Folk-song ~ Songs that make up the oral tradition of a culture, both human and beyond, generally considered to be communally owned, held, and evolved. . These include those voiced with melody and lyric, bird songs, dog howling and cat yowling, the sounds of wind blowing thru leaves, the crackling of a fire, and the rhythmic drippings of water in a seaside cave, as well as the hyper-dimensional tonalities, and light-languaging of the star tribes.
Gaian Folk-song ~ A broad view of world events, reveals the ending of a gestation cycle of the planetary intelligence. From the burnt forests of egoic hubris, songs are sprouting that herald this transition. They run the same energies of expansion that course thru Gaia as she flowers into next-octave earthly life. For humans, they progress a narrative of mythic renewal, a journey that stretches our borders and boundaries, urges us to shed and molt, re-form and re-create ourselves. Many attend to the release of what is passing, many to the midwiving of what is arriving. They include songs of homesickness, remembrance, identity crisis, transformation, and emergence.
To carry such songs is to be an emissary of their intentions and an embodiment of their vibrations, a cultural scout, a way shower. The more we sing (and feel) them, the more we come into resonance with their reality. Gaian folk-songs are native to a future healed earth, who’s time is NOW. When we attune to this dream-story, which happens most easily in ceremonial space supported by like-hearted humans in an environment potent with nature (Singing Alive!), we move more completely from programming to intuition. From this place we chant the world as we are guided, and this world begins to sing thru us, to become us. The world is as we sing it, for there is no separation, we are all one with Creation . .