The lake waters at the mouth of the Marble River, ceded territory for the Kwakwakawaka peoples, are smooth as a mirror, reflecting that which is tracing pathways on its surface. Spring and the emergence from our global LOCKDOWN, reveals here on North Vancouver Island, British Columbia, a lush bounteous greening, from the forests floors to the tips of sitka spruce, red and yellow cedar, douglas fir! Human eyes resourcing these patterns of branchings can relax, digest, let go and become one with again.
The floating goldenrod pollen weaves its way, pulled by the subcurrents of the river’s waters one way and then another. A weaving that blends with my breathing and the currents of my own awareness. That all life lived by any or all of our relatives is a reflection of our undercurrents, our ancestral currents, our indigenous and natural currents. Rising to revel in the light of this day and these times, currents are wavelengths of sunlit emanations from these wild places, moon radiated, starlit, all has experienced coevolutionary expressions over billions of years of turnings on this earth plane.
And now, I turn my eye of awareness, my heart of observation to a floating log, another narrative, a storyline from a tree released by some distant storm, winds and rains and flashing of lightning, the tree no longer, is now a floating log. It too, co-creates a ripple, a path of different form around itself, cooperatively expressing the influences of the undercurrents of river’s waters.
Everything on this smooth surface changes, mirror like, reflecting what lives beneath pollen streams, logs floating, now a duck landing, adding to the activity on surfaces yet blending its momentum with that which lives beneath, the currents of the upstream river, the Marble. Basined in ancient rocks, millions of years geologically, the lake contains at its very bottom, mysteries, that few dive into, content to stir curiosities by viewing what is on the surface. Or exploring the surfaces with kayaks, canoes, small motor boats, humans ways of inviting cooperation with this watery nature.
Today I wondered about SCIENCE, the science of hydrology and water. My inner creator wondered WHO actually named water WATER and WHO divined its alchemical combination of H2O? What impact did that naming have on water itself? On those who observe waters ways? What impact does our observation of water have on water? What impact does water have on us observing it?
And what of that NAMING? “Waaaatttteerrrr”? What if this blue mindedness is not actually naming itself WATER?
Chuckling, I continue to observe, noting what I had been told, that water has a memory, a capacity to be imprinted by that which observes and intends its molecular configurations to change according to the observer’s and intender’s voice and intention. A living experiment, this SCIENCE of observing waters ways. Truly a wonder, a sarva mangalam! A wonder to realize that we two-leggeds, no matter what colour, culture, creed, can influence water and be thus influenced. There is some magic to all of this exploring, is there not?
The pollen cooperatively conjugates its own verb to flow by winding pathways upon waters’ surface yet is moved by waters currents and what of wind, so soft barely permissible to voice, a bare breathe of air’s ways surrendering to the pollens dusty pathways meeting waters ways. All witnessed by this ephemeral sunlight and what of those rays of light and those configurations, or alchemical permutations? How do they influence the pollen, the waters surface and the currents of the rivers ways beneath it all, and do those rays reach down to the marble veined million year aged rocks?
My breathing shifts to a softening deepening my roots into the roots of the lake washed constantly by the upstream flow of the Marble River’s waters. Resting with roots expanding, there is a continuum of knowing that we, that which I observe, and that which I am, are of this ONENESS< universally amalgamated for the sake of all relations to relate in surrendering ways.
And my childlike heart wonders once again: When will all the separation end? When will SCIENCE name its source as Great Spirit and study its true nature, the interconnectedness, the interdependence of US ALL?
Homeopathically, like heals like. With biochemicals named, hydrogen, twice powered, oxygen multiplied, is it possible that waters of this ancient rocked lake can heal the inner waters of humans, hearts, wombs, groins, bloodlines? Can we just remember that we already know this to be truth, thanks to Dr Maseru Emoto and his HADO PROJECT. That we are truly capable of intending and thus influencing waters contaminated by our slothfulness, ignorance, and separation from nature.
Just by standing together in numbers, all conjugally relating to one strong and similar intention, such as LOVE, PEACE< JOY< HARMONY, ABUNDANCE NOURISHMENT, that we as young on this planet creatures, can offer together those intentions from our inner watery source into all waters as source points. We can revitalize glasses of waters, we can re invigorate our internal waters organically cleansing ourselves, we can water with intention our soils and thus, garden once more. We can stand together and offer the RAINS and WATERS to our eroded mountainsides deforested because of our forgetfulness and reseed those barren lands.
WE can STAND TOGETHER world around, and hold this bodhi called GAIA and apologize for our ignorance and arrogance and end these cycles of violence TOGETHER.
Joy to this world, for every boy and girl now,
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea,
Joy to you and me!
For all of our relations