A Mother Cries "Why"

These maybe the last words that I write or they may be the beginning of a thread of yard that unfurls itself around the world hugging her in respect and loving warmth that all Mothers deserve. Unfortunately just because something is deserved does not mean it is given; likewise all that is given is not deserved. Without receiving, the Mother gives. She has no choice. There is no conscious thought. It is just what she has done for millennia. It is ingrained in Her being, Her spirit, Her soul. It is what all mothers do. If we were to listen, still, quiet, open to receive the subtleness  of her voice we would hear Her. If we were to listen, intently, without judgment of our self and what is real or not real, we would hear Her other children, our brothers and sisters.

I hear them. It is not the words our ears can hear but vibrations, scents, stirrings, wisp from nothingness to those who walk about desiring to know Her purpose. There is no purpose here, just giving. Giving food. Giving air.  Giving body, flesh and wood. Giving without knowing. Giving Life! And I will tell you some of what they say. I will tell you of pain and confusion, of a brake in the trust of the natural law. Not human law, which accounts for nothing where I stand. Not of transitory truth but of the truth and law of the only reality that exist on this planet- the Mother’s law, the earth’s natural law. What is the translation if one were to listen and hear the whisperings of our brothers and sisters, of our loving Mother?

“Why?”

The one thing they want to know is what we, as humans, want to know, “Why?”.  Maybe we are related. Maybe it is the first thing all beings in the universe and even the universe itself ask when injustice rains down upon them. “Why?” This is not a longing “Why” one asks after a breakup. It is not the scientific “Why” a scientist ask who’s only pain is the ego’s not knowing. It is the “Why” of innocents and confusion a child would ask in shocked pain when the world suddenly without a reason their mind can grasp is ripped apart in front of them. It is a tearful questioning beyond acceptability.

The only reason we have stopped asking for the “why” our Mother and her offspring are inquiring about is we have forgotten how to listen to what is going on in reality. We listen only to what we feel is real. It is the feeling and thought that some being is not a being, is inanimate that makes it silent. Just because one is not heard does not mean there is nothing being said. We think we have parted ways with our brothers and sisters and can be sinfully to our Mother.  But we can not. No matter how long it has been since we remembered ourselves as brothers and sisters to all the living beings that surrounding us. No matter how hard we try to see ourselves as separate, beyond, in control, and, forgive us for even thinking it- superior, we can not escape the fundamental truth of our existence. We are from and of the earth. We are the children of our Mother.  And as with all Mothers she deserves our respect!

“Why?’ she want to know. “Why?” trees ask each other in their secret society. “Why?” the birds flying form pole to pole ask all other birds as they pass on their journeys. “Why?” the belly walkers, the croakers, the shelled ones, the water peoples, the haired ones as great elephants and as small the Bumblebee Bat, ask. “Why?” Our race, the two legged are they only one who are not asking in mass. Are we, the ones who feel somehow above all else, the ones of intellect and mind, the only ones who can not see? It is hard to admit when to oneself when they are the injustice.

“Why?” The Mother and her never ending creation want to know. “Why are you doing these things to us to kill us?” “Why do you think you know?” “Why, have we not given you life, is not all you need here from our making?” “Why do you shit in your own house?” “Why are you the only ones who crave suicide?”

There are no answers, there does not need to be. There are only repercussions.  As we have done to others we are now doing to ourselves. The sin is not in the doing; it is in the knowing and continuing to do. The sin is not upon the other, as with all sin it is upon the sinner. The sinners are the ones who can not hide form their acts, their mind, their knowing and the inner torture that is their truth. They are the ones who must look reality squarely, look at themselves, live in the shame and guilt, answer to their children. What harsher sentence is there ever going to be than to explain “Why?” to our children and grand children.  When we finally realize we did not know how to love our Mother earth we will also realize the devastating truth that we did not know how to love our children. There is no pain that is deeper than that.

Let us take a moment to reflect where we are and how we got here. Let us unpack how we have fooled ourselves so we can make amends. Let us give thanks and praises to the Mother in all her glory. It is with gratitude and love that the changes will start. It is with dedication and perseverance we must walk. One must become a warrior for our Mother and give her the voice that others can not hear.  We need to look at one self and ask “Why?” and live by the truth of our answer. Let us look at our greed, lack of knowledge, our control, the refusal to admit wrong, our endless want of more, more , more, and let us find the love inside us to forgive ourselves. There may be sacrifice but sacrifice with love is a gift. A gift for our children. A gift for our brothers and sisters. A gift for and to our Mother.

Mostly the gift will be to oneself. Being able to speak with and teach our children so they will hopeful not fall victim to themselves as we did. They will be able to look themselves in the eye knowing they are no longer the sin. There is no better gift to one’s self then to be truthful with yourself and your children.  Humbly honor ourselves because our words and thoughts, our knowing, was and are backed by action.  Love ourselves, for in the end the love we give to our Mother is always the love we give ourselves.

Copyright © 2019 by Joseph and Human Anonymous