I had two dreams about Brazil last night.
The first seemed to be about secret agents and included my friend Shams in some way. I was in a sacred prayer to Zeus, in his form as a bull of Minos, when she walked behind me and brushed my hair, breaking my connection. I was livid.
The second featured a hunt in Nature ending with a very shabby and run down Jaguar. His coat was thin, falling out, leaving bare patches all over his body. He was very shifty and ill at ease, running under cover. The general sense of this was that Nature as a whole, but perhaps particularly in Brazil, was under threat and in need of nourishment.
When we lived close to Nature we appreciated the creatures that surrounded us. We loved them even if we lived in fear of them. There is a big difference between fear and respect. We loved the forest and the meadows, the rivers, hills and mountains and even communicated with them as intelligent beings like ourselves. our brothers and sisters in this great panoply of Life that surrounds us.
Bears and wolves were observed not merely run from. For the fullest desciption of these ‘correct’ relationships to nature read the teachings of the Native Americans. They are not unique nor alone in the world. The Australian Aborigines also understand Nature and its forms in a very different way from those cultures which have been dominated for so long by a Biblical interpretation of Nature – corrupted by the Fall incurred by the transgression of a woman. How much longer do we – and she, Nature – have to suffer this grotesque and distorted relationship with God and the world?
