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The wind blows horrid outside this window of mine. I look out into the world, venturing not. One foot outside, one inside, I remain in the safety of my heated cottage. But, Nature's call to me is in the howling wind. She breathes her message into me.
"Son, my Blessed Son, come to me!"
But Mother Culture is a jealous vamp. She penetrates the veins of my neck with her white teeth. She drains me of my will. I fall limp into her arms as she whispers with an air of luscious seduction, "She lies to you. You are my son, not hers'. I control you. Surrender to my control and be safe, here, in me. You will surely die if Nature takes you in her arms."
Nature speaks up with a whisper, "My Son, it is she, my blessed Daughter, who I shall love with all my heart into eternity's depths, that alienated you from me many eons ago. It is her teachings that have turned you into the murderer of my labors, this living planet, all my children. Yet, I am the one that for billions of years has nursed you, and her, into becoming who you are and who she is. But, she, oh, she is such a rebellious adolescent. She denies me and fears my powers. She fills your heart with fear."
Mother Culture scorns and snaps bitterly, "Sweetheart, pay no attention to her. You know who loves you, do you not? My Mother is a jealous witch. She is dangerous. She is full of ghosts and goblins. Those goblins will tear the skin off your precious bones. I have made you top of the food chain. She will lie to you. Why, she'll tell you that you are part of her food cycle. As she would have it, you shall surely die in her arms. Stay with me, I shall protect you with all that I have at my disposal. You will not know death at my breast. Why, you shall even have women galore at your disposal. And, these daughters of mine, why I shall make them all according to your desires. Short skirts on a Barbie doll figure? Or, do you want them plump and spicy? I shall create what I want you to attend to, and you shall love them."
"Beloved," Nature chimes with an impish smile, "watch out for the shallow women she tempts you with. See the women of strength…the ones that contain and unfold Truth. These are the real women, not the Barbie Dolls that she tempts you with. Take an axe to the television. Pay no more attention to the ramblings of the shallow men that lure you into debate. See me for who I am, a living Mother that nurses you into being who you are meant to be. Why, know me and you know you are here for everything. You are not here for yourself or for what you call "The Man." Nor are you what my daughter's fearful ego thinks you should be. Why, without the challenges of climbing the mountain, do you think muscles would unfold? Without the lioness, would the gazelle be so quick on his feet? Lie in your easy chair in your four story house and you live a life of death. Face the growl of the tiger and you shall become full of life."
"Or you will overwhelm the sewers with the @!$%# you produce from fear! How can it be that facing the roar of the tiger you shall know life? Why, that tiger shall tear you to threads. She will eat you. To our Mother Nature this is all you are, food. You're no better than a snake burrowing himself into the ground."
"Son, I see not just human beings. I see all creatures on Earth as my daughter and son. I am Eve. I am Life. I am the Nature of Nature. I am the living universe. Yes, I tempted Adam into eating the fruit of knowledge. But, his temptation was very much akin to your desires to be with a woman who is dressed seductively. My beauty tempted him. In that temptation, he wanted to rule me for he learned dominance and, in turn, how to control. The fear of death ensnared him.
Mother Culture's face suddenly becomes flushed red, her blood boiling with hot, angry fury. "Yes, and control this woman you must. If you succumb to her temptations, I cannot protect you from her. Why, she would destroy your cars, your televisions, your cell phones. All of that would be eaten by her vicious ways. Attend to me and be with the movie stars. Attend to Nature, what will you know? The movement of the stars above? So what?"
Nature gazes with tear filled eyes towards her daughter, "Culture, my Beloved Daughter, has blotted out the stars from your view by creating her network of superficial lighting. Are you allowed to dream under them? She mesmerizes you with her painted women modeled after Barbie Dolls. Your role models are men of violence. The terminator rules, he is your Lord. Do you really want this?"
"Yes, but isn't the world of Nature violent, my Son?" Culture scowls.
"Violent? I am not defined by violence. Yes, the lioness may eat you, my son. But, she will not wipe out your entire tribe or species. She will not knock out Mother Culture. She knows her balance in life. Culture has taught you the lie of your being the top of the food chain. And, in living that lie, you are destroying the foundation of this planet. You are not the top dog! Allow the mosquito to teach you about the food cycle. Listen to her, watch her, follow her in her journey, even upon her death."
"Death! See, she admits it. She is the agent of death."
"Death, Beloved Son, is a living process. Follow the mosquito. Allow her to be eaten by a dragon fly. Why, let yourself stay out of that tin can box you call a coffin and see what happens to you. There is no death for death is a living process!"
"Do you hear this?! I told you my Mother is crazy! Take my breast. . My milk is eternal life."
"Eternal life? Look around you," Nature responds waving her hands in a semicircle. "See the wasteland? Look at the dark grey warehouses lining what was once lush forests full of life. Breathe in the stench of your paper factories. Gaze with open eyes at the cement mountains you call malls, stores and shopping centers. Do you see the life in them? You are living in death! Are you truly feeling fully alive?"
"Yes, my Son," Culture responds with a smirk on her face. "Live at my breast and you shall live. Look at the old timers. We have conquered the world and you shall not toil. You are safe with me."
Nature gazes longingly into her son's eyes. Her eyes are filled with moist tears. "How many hours do you work a week? Do you enjoy what you do? What role do you have in the power structure of your community? Are you valued? You're a statistic in a computer. How are the gifts I have given you engrained in your community? Or, are you forced into what feels like a dead end job?"
Culture is now with a face full of angry blood. "My Son, she tries to destroy me. I have made you safe. Death runs from me with the technology of medicine, food production, and so on."
Nature turns to address Culture, "You are living a life of death. How many young men and women return from war scared for life?" Nature's face turns blood red, her anger burning hotly inside her as she turns towards her son. "Does your Mother take care of them when they ail? Or, does she turn her back on them when the King beckons her? Look at all the homeless veterans of the wars fought supposedly for your sake. Is it truly your sake, or the bankers? Aside from that. When do you feel truly alive? Is it when you are in front of a television or computer made by the banker to keep you entertained? Do you even know the scent of pine? Not in the bottle. I mean real pine!"
Culture's voice becomes tense and raises in tone. Her face is flushed with red-hot frustration. "Why, if you go into the woods to breathe her fresh air, you will die. My Son, you don't know how to survive. The coyotes will tear at your flesh. See, I have protected you from the wolf, they are about extinct. Coyotes are now on my list. You and your property, the beasts of burden, will be safe. My breast, stay on it, not hers'."
"Beast of Burden?" Nature responds with a gentle smile. "Sweetheart how many hours a week do you work? For what? A miniscule 4 story house on a basement slab of cement? So does the money she gives allow fulfillment in a life of box stores and boxed in offices? Is this what you want? Do you feel alive inside a Wal-Mart? Look at the faces in there. They are the walking dead. Is it not true that you mirror that environment? When you die, you put yourself into a box. Why do that at death when you are in a box already? Be at my breast and you shall be free. You will know the ways of life. You will give birth to Truth. Don't you know that Nature and Truth are one and the same?"
"Isn't this philosophical conversation hilarious? She's telling you to allow the worms to feed on you; then you will find Truth. She tells you to go into the woods to find Truth, not the laboratory and writings of the scientist. Why, she's even telling you not to attend to our President and Congress. She talks of bankers. What does she know of bankers? She lies to you. Why they make everything possible. Without them, you will die a long painful death. You will starve. Is this the fate you want?"
"My Son, listen to me. Death is not what will happen to you. Eternal life is in my arms. Allow yourself to dissolve into the dirt and you will live forever. Follow the worm that eats you and see what happens. Your being food is eternal life. Why even if this solar system were to blow up life would continue. You, what lives in you, would continue. Why? It is because you live in a living universe! This is what I offer you. Belonging to me you belong to all."
Culture's eyes become tearful. "But what happens to YOU!? What happens to ME?! If your love goes to her, I shall surely die alongside you."
"No, my sweet daughter, you shall not die. You shall change, but you will not be dead. Death is transformation, the birth of something new. Life goes on. Yes, you will have to change your presentation, how you think about yourself and how you nurture our son. But, watch me, model yourself after me, you will learn. Join with me and you shall know the secrets to living. Your alienation will dissolve. And, then, we shall go back to nursing our Son."
