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Urban Grids

Now that we have the cities, which suck so much power from the earth in order to provide the abundance of the eternal feast and the fuel for the pretty lights, what do we do next?

Go shopping?

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White Fella Dreaming stands for less consumption. It celebrates riches within, to remind people of the incredible abundance we already have and that we always had, the opportunity to live as self-aware primates on a rare and wonderful planet in a bejewelled universe of exploding star dust.

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White Fella Dreaming listens to the land and to the people of the land. The wise elders, who teach that we can all access the inner wisdom that also arises in the traditional ways – the intelligence of the earth and of the stars, of the other creatures and the voices (or ‘people’) of stone and wood, whispery air spirits and fluid water devas and fiery reminders of danger and endless power … gentle voices, explosive voices, swimming and flying and crawling and snuggling voices.

It’s time to find our way back to our own earthly wisdom and celestial intelligence. To our indigenous soul – at home right here and in the precious passing moments of our lives – and to whatever connection we retain to the eternal spark of life that manifests as us, in these bodies, in relation to all other creatures, with the responsibilities and freedoms this entails.

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The city grids of that first image above, for all that they try to flatten out the rough edges of life in a linear cross hatch (so much easier to navigate when you have something to trade), still follow certain primal principles of life. The kind we see in the leaf and the pattern of capillaries that shift the juices of life from earth to flowering tip, from a core to the peripheries, from a place of power to a place of nourishment.

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City Lights at Night – a Planetary Perspective

Everything that comes to life seems to want to grow – until it dies. Once we are beyond our prime (or the flush of youth), we continue to grow – psychologically, emotionally, ‘spiritually’ – to embrace more of life, more complexity and ambiguity and intangibility, to forgive more easily and to incarnate more generosity. (The best of us remember that we have that kind of growth keyed in from birth; we remember that true human maturity begins to flower as soon as we wake up to life and that it doesn’t just begin when we want something, or feel that we have lost something worldly.)

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This is White Fella Dreaming today – transferring as much of our intent as possible from the shallow materialism of unsustainable consumption to the deep materialism of embodied spirituality, true to the earth and to its wisdom, as well as to the unlimited potential of celestial intelligence available to our minds, to the nourishment of fresh water and air, the wild beauty of the planet, the gift of friends and kin, the humble life-giving warmth of fire, the movement of dance, the contemplation of meditation, the joy of song and the immensity of art and the childish innocence of laughter (tickle someone today!), the warrior power of action in the world, the greatness of the ancestors, the deep currents of emotions and feelings within, everything everywhere, even in the folds of all the other dimensions within which we walk and talk and live and love and accept.

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The author of White Fella Dreaming has a PhD in the symbol of light from an ecological perspective; an MA in contemporary, creative underworld journeys; has undertaken postdoctoral research in Ireland on utopian thinking and megalithic sites; has taught myth, symbol and ritual, romantic literature, archetypal psychology and other fun stuff at unviersities; has been Director of Studies at a small college devoted to the healing arts; is a member of the Melbourne Zen Group, where he was Chairperson 2005-2008; presents on this stuff locally and internationally; and goes by the name of Geoff Berry.

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All work © Geoff Berry 2015

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  1. Hi Geoff here is a response to your presentation at OASES this am.
    This says much about my song line cheers

    john Cranmer jonno011945@gmail.com

    * ATOMS ARE FOR EVER (or almost):

    Here’s to the immensity of stars and constellations
    that coalesce so exquisitely (and frenetically)
    within this sense of corporate entity identified as “me”!

    Fingers nose and toes
    kidneys liver and spinal-fluid
    skin spleen and spermatozoa

    i hold them together with a level of ownership
    yet with some tentativity
    something shared and something borrowed
    and something that will move on into ageless time
    in many radically transforming partnerships

    Where have you found yourself you wonderful beings
    in your ride around this planet and universe
    formed out the void in the Cosmic Big Bang?
    (such wonderfully-poetic language this)

    How did you find yourselves in this particular
    planetary locale
    star-dust swirling and dancing
    into this particular spiralling arm
    of this particular galaxy?

    What part did you play in that radical emerging
    within deep-time sometimes called “Cambrian”?

    With whom did you link in the making of
    that delectable primordial soup?

    How many colonies of Stromatolites have you made your own
    through these almost timeless epochs of your existing?

    Over what cities and in what trees
    have you been extruded from bird-anuses
    fertilising and spreading new seed-life
    throughout this dynamic planet?

    How have you shared in the intimacy of reciprocal love
    with the ongoing and transformation of species?

    In which coming of bubonic plague (and ebola)
    did you radically transform this Human experience
    our collective psyche and individual consciousness?

    Were you part of the sword-arm and trigger-finger
    in the multitude of imperial terror-makings?
    Chaldean Assyrian Ottoman British American
    Islamic-State to name but a few?

    Hmmm —
    so many possibilities conundrums and ventures

    And then — where might you go from here
    in the delectable joys of defecation and perspiration
    as you continue your ageful journeyings
    through these constructs commonly known as space and time?

    The prognosis is of still many more trillions
    of transformings and partnerings for you
    in your exotic and multi-various life-wanderings.

    In your travelings give my love to the ALL
    in the deep-being of the ALL
    (on so many levels)

    THANK YOU UNIVERSE !!!

    3rd September 2014

    AFTERTHOUGHT

    And how did you come together
    In the emergence of consciousness?

    Now — there is the conundrum par-excellence!!

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