SEEN as the dependable Gaia, our Mother Earth is a beautiful and bountiful haven for life in the cosmos.
But day to day living here represents a wide variety of experiences, not all of them necessarily compatible.
For example, artists, writers, poets, mathematicians, shamans, homeless persons, business people, storm chasers.
Each of them experiences our shared planet through their own unique lens.
Each hears, sees, tastes and feels based upon their particular worldview, and these unique affectations manifest in an infinitude of variations.
“Why is it that one person sees poetry in a cabbage or a pig with her little ones,” H. P. Blavatsky asks:
“while another will perceive in the loftiest things only their lowest and most material aspect.”
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Some, she says, “will laugh at the ‘music of the spheres,’ and ridicule the most sublime conceptions and philosophies.”
Mme. Blavatsky’s contemporary, Margaret Wolfe Hungerford (née Hamilton), under the pseudonym ‘The Duchess,’ wrote many books. In Molly Bawn, 1878, she gave us the familiar phrase:
“Beauty is in the eye
of the beholder.”
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Mme. Blavatsky explained the inner significance of this phrase. Differences of perception, she says, “depend on the innate power of the mind to think on the higher or on the lower plane — with the astral or with the physical brain.
“Great intellectual powers are often no proof of, but are impediments to spiritual and right conceptions,” Blavatsky adds:
“…witness most of the great men of science. We must rather pity than blame them.”
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WE are surrounded today by untold numbers and varieties of energy-intensive, man-made machines and gadgets.
A COMMON sense critic of scientific pretensions, who has wit, sanity and elevated moral intelligence all wrapped up in one person, is difficult to ignore.
BETWEEN Science and Theology is a bewildered public, fast losing all belief in man’s personal immortality, in a deity of any kind, and rapidly descending to the level of materialism. 
BREAKING up is hard to do, even when false truths have betrayed us, they still cling like cotton candy, resurrecting like the mythical Hydra. For each head cut off, it grew two more.
WHEN our thick brains get all heated up worrying life’s complexities, that’s often the best time to kick off our shoes, and give it a rest.
MAINSTREAM scientists looking for the source of consciousness, insist its origin must be located in the physical brain.
MOST of us are so preoccupied with future expectations, we fail to see what’s right in front of us. 
VIEWED as the dependable Gaia, our Mother Earth is a beautiful and bountiful haven for life in the cosmos. 
ABSOLUTE certainty requires you to read a person’s mind directly. 
