The Great Good

Good Day, you awesome human

Praises, to you and to yet another wonderful day.

The great planet has intrigued us yet again.  Fishes that look like elephants, white lions, new butterflies, imagination, creativity, brilliance.  Oh to be you, great mother Earth, with all of the gifts of creation.  The milleneums roll past with their constant changes, destruction and war, pestilence and strife, pollution and pesticides, garbage and waste, plunder and greed.  Still the Earth rolls on,with her magnificence and power.  Oh, great awesome one, with skills so immense, it’s unthinkable!  Power and might, life belongs to you.

Praises, fabulous creator, the life blood belongs to you.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/earth/earthpicturegalleries/9753208/New-species-found-walking-catfish-Beelzebub-bat-and-two-legged-lizard.html

Hurling through space to seek your place in the universe.  Tiny by comparison, but with a mission that must be fulfilled.  Life forms on all of your surfaces.  The new, the unusual, something superb.   A new life, the unknown again, awakening our eyes to the new adventure.  So, great human, you’ve been everywhere, done it all, there’s nothing new now.  The oceans explored, space travel accomplished, the pinnacles of mountains reached.  Where to now, for the mind and body of man?  Where now, for the spirit to call us?  All feats accomplished, all stones have been turned.  All quests fulfilled.  The power of the human, so mighty and intelligent.  Technology, engineering, development and creativity.  A unique and special mind, controlling the planet, bending and twisting, changing and developing.  A constant pursuit of knowledge that intrigue and curiosity propels.  What is that?  How does it work?  How do we make that brilliant, special interest our own creation.  How to control the planet and make it’s mysteries our own.

The fabulous planet spins it’s own wonderful web of mystery and intrigue.  Do we know it all?  Have we found and conquered it all?  Rest in peace oh great creator, you are the most blessed.  Times change, the weather hurls it impact at us,  driving blizzards, scorching sun.  The heat is warming the surface and the snow melts from our yards.  Global warming encroaches and trees start to bud.  The awe of creation is still your magic.  Creatures rise and creatures fall. The age of the dinosaur and the age of man.  The unknown belongs to you.  Where will you take us, in the magic ride? New environments?  New creatures to discover?  New landscapes to present themselves and to challenge our bodies and our minds.  As the surface is blasted with war torn madness and the oceans fill with plastics and waste, we scramble to stop the doom of the planet.  Whose doom is it anyway?

The sun rises and sets in regular motion, the moon follows it’s path across the sky, the waves pound and crash as the tides roll in and out.  Regular, like clockwork the natural process continues.  We take it for granted, it’s always been there.   Oh, and praises, human for making a garbage can, somewhere to put the constant refuse.  Garbage dumps and pile high, rotting stench,  another kind of pollution.  So much destruction for the great mother to bear.  All of her children, her marvelous creation, secumbing to the blast of wanton wastefulness and recklessness.

So this is us, the human, so awesome and brilliant.  Will you save us great planet?  Or do you other designs.

Written by Dr. Louise Hayes

March 12, 2016

 

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Losing the Pollinator

Losing the Pollinator

Hail Oh Brilliant Ones

The food source is in decline. The world warms itself and global warming presents the hazards of Arctic melting and increased glacial melting. The great glaciers recede and the moraine increases. Rubble and rock to replace glacial icecap that melts and sends torrents of fresh drinking water into our rivers and streams. Drinking water for the nation, rivers and lakes, a necessary life giving force. Pure water, from a source that is vanishing at an increasing rate. Global warming. A hazard to us, as weather patterns change and become more unusual. Increasing storms and rising temperatures and decline.

Over hunting and over fishing are signs that we are not protecting the mighty planet as we should. Over harvesting of natural elements changes the face of the earth forever and is the need really there? Our bees are dying by the millions and our food source will become more and more scarce. Pesticides intended to increase crop yields fail as the pollinators die and with the death of these insects, food production declines and variety decreases. A small necessary insect, with enormous impact on the food chain. Bees alone pollinate so many varieties of food that without them, we have scarcity and loss of production.
The planet groans under the weight of so many humans, as they strive to fill their bellies. Plunder and loss, greed and resentment. How to feed the starving.
An age old question, of need and provide, as governments tackle the same questions that have presented themselves throughout history. How to provide for the hungry. Habitat loss and over farming plunders the earth. Natural forces are lost as bees die at an alarming rate. Plant your seeds, oh dear hearts, tend to your plants, nurture and care. But without the pollinator, your efforts are in vain, as the beautiful flower withers and dies without fruit to bear. Our efforts to feed ourselves diminishes as even the weather becomes unpredictable. A crisis at a momentous level.
Pesticides are becoming so poisonous that they are killing the life force that we need for food production. The bee. With the loss of bees, we loose our food supply and hunger increases. As hunger increases, so does plunder and the great planet and the great wild loose to the ravages of so many hungry people that can’t be fed. The food chain is interrupted and food declines.

http://www.globalresearch.ca/death-and-extinction-of-the-bees/5375684 the dying bees

Hail, great planet, cries the needs of so many. Replenish our plates and fill our mouths. Give us sustenance and plenty and nourish us. Provide for us, oh great planet, as we demand that only our stomaches be filled.
Another tree is toppled to make room for the farm. Another seed is planted to raise hopes for that poor, undernourished family. More hope for sustenance and perhaps income for a poor starving family. Not so. As bees die by the millions, the hope and dream of prosperity for those willing to try, diminishes and dies with the pollinator. Hail, almighty human. Use your powers wisely. Save us.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
January 21, 2015