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The sylvapolitan is a perennial figure, ebbing as civilizations rise into egoic hierarchies of domination and exclusion, and flowing forward again as they inevitably crash, to then receive the 'nutrients' (art forms, musical styles, medical understandings, technologies, spiritual lessons, and such) of the composting cultures. In this way the sylvapolitan alchemizes new prototypes of human expression, those that become the defining, growing edge of our species development. The sylvapolitan is now engaged in bridging the dominator/industrial cultures with the co-creative/indigenous, the techno-rational mind of modernity with the great devic forces that abide with the fertility circuits and evolutionary engines of the planet, and in restoring a happy union between reason and spirit. Many are now incarnating during this cusp between the ages for just these purposes, to ride a rapidly cresting wave of unprecedented opportunities for spiritual growth. The creativity that upwells from our structural destiny to flower, from deep longings to be again at home on this planet, is visioning the seedbed from which future traditions of arts and science, music and relationships, are already sprouting. The times are spiraling round to a planet-wide neo-indigeneity, an eco-conscious culture emerging thru the compost of predatory capitalism as it globalizes its karmas into increasingly surreal acts of self-destruction. Beneath the escalating crises we see in the news, another story is activating, a cyclic story of death and rebirth. The earth is baring her belly before the onslaughts of deforestations, factory fishing, and strip mining. She is giving birth, as so many prophecies have foretold, to another phase of her life. The hue-man native to this phase is maturing, like the earth herself, to the harmonic of flowering, and the songs of a culture come home to the family of creation. So the sylvapolitan arises anew, a phoenix from the ashes of those who surrender themselves to the great expansive forces of spiritual renewal now sweeping the planet. By opening and bearing the feeling wound of separation long denied in the modern psyche, the sylvapolitan must draw on the deepest resources of spirit necessary to cleanse this wound. In this way we, who chose these ways, are strengthened, transformed by the healing ordeal, envisioned by attunement to the now accessible higher frequencies of the Gaian Dream, and sung into flowering heart of the Eternal Now. This is the story that shines thru the night. This is the song of the sylvapolitan. |