Mother Gaia
Words by Bella Ruiz AKA SOL
Art by Age Cendani
Mother Gaia, why do you love us so? When the people aren’t praising you the same way they praise the one they believe created you. The people, Who exploit you in every way imaginable. Destruction of your forests with their saws, allowing children to DIE for cobalt so as to keep their iPhone batteries ALIVE.
Desensitized to genocide since it coincides with their daily distractions, So long as they have those distractions. For sale signs posted in front of your fields. Built highways over your hills so they may clock into work no more than 5 minutes late.
This ain’t the wonderful world Louis Armstrong sang about when I was eight. Times when I played outside laughing I rolled in your grasses asking God, “Please. Please allow me more days like these. More time to climb the limb of every tree”
Mother Gaia. You’ve grown angry. But, sh*t I don’t blame you because I have too.
It would seem parts of me exist in you. Rather, we were never separate. And at this point I’ve grown desperate for a sign. Something which proves the times are changing. One that reads “the world isn’t wasting energy on cleaning up our messes” Instead, she is cleansing all the shit that has ailed her. And building herself up to a new earth.
One which we can all share. And one that won’t tear our societies apart. Instead of tuning into politics, we’ll focus on art.
Let us unify and raise the collective vibration, Living in a 5D reality and creating our own medicines, our own rules. Instead of use as weapons, our minds become tools.
Instead of a war let us lead a revolution. The power of people is stronger than any weapon. Now the fundamental goal of revolution must be peace. As individuals we alleviate our self inflicted griefs. It is not enough to change the system, we need to change ourselves.
Are you willing to sacrifice to end world hunger? To sacrifice to end colonialism? To end neocolonialism? To end genocide? To end project 2025? To end racism? To end sexism? To end division.
Revolution means the end of exploitation. Revolution means the end of discrimination. Revolution is respecting people from other cultures. Revolution is so damn creative. Revolution means treating your partner as a friend, and an equal. Revolution is sexy. Revolution means respecting and learning from your children. Revolution is beautiful, beautiful, Beautiful. Revolution means protecting life. The plants, the animals, the air, the water.