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| SYNOPSIS: This whole life article about Consciousness describes a funded Mother Earth sensory science in action. It samples an organic psychology tool that helps us improve health wellness and counseling by enabling our thinking and feeling to safely tap into the nature's grace, balance and restorative powers. Participants benefit from and strengthen their inborn love of nature as they master alternative therapist coaching, stress release management and holistic spiritual psychology. PROGRAM DESCRIPTION: Educating Counseling and Healing With Nature Supportive Degrees, Career Training Courses and Jobs On Line Project NatureConnect offers nature-centered distant learning that enables you to add the benefits of nature-connecting methods and credentials to your degree program and/or your skills, interests and hobbies. We honor your prior training and life experience by providing grants and equivalent education credit for it. You may take accredited or professional CEU coursework and/or obtain a Nature-Connected Degree or Certificate in most disciplines or personal interests. A partial subject list is located at the bottom of this page.
Consciousness and the Web of Life But One Breath Have All 6:15 AM. The universe pulls the bay waters up to the seaweed line that marks yesterday's high tide. I, seeking the sources of our prejudice against Nature, push the canoe north'ard and let it gently glide with the new outgoing tide. This is the last such ride. Why did they build a tidal hydroelectric dam? Where will the water be at 8:30,1 wonder? Why will the sea never come back? I am carried like a corpuscle in a giant artery from the heart of the Earth. The futile salty tears on my cheeks are a fitting eulogy for the saline plasma of seawater that now retreats ten feet per minute from the shore. Who recognizes the bay waters as lifeblood: a reverent mixture of food, air, and minerals, stirred to perfection by wind, waves, and the timeless flushing of the one-mile tide four times each day? Who cares if the seaweed deposited at the highest tide this month would have decomposed into a unique nourishing fertilizer to be carried to the waiting offshore waters at the highest tide next month? I am engulfed by fish, shellfish, micro-organisms, marsh grass, and seaweeds. Representatives of every pulsing, wriggling, flowering life form have gathered here to suckle the life-stream of the bay. They are sustained by it, as am I. It is no wonder that so many of us choose this place to live, for here we don't buy energy or food. Nature freely shares it with us at this and every other moment. All that is asked is that we return it when we need it no longer. 6:57 AM. The sun breaks through the easterly fog over the shoreline towns and cities. I only wish I could, too. Why do we deny and discourage life? Why did they build the dam? What is so hateful about this place that we are driven to kill it? I am looking into cold clear water. I dip my hand into a pleasant forest of rockweed, snails, and periwinkles-friends and food. The wind whispers; a gull floats by; a seal follows my canoe with curiosity-submerges, and appears again-perhaps to confirm that it is seeing correctly, for the boat does not have a motor. A loon calls, as small waves and dancing sunlight glance from my paddle. What is so boring about here and now? How is it harmful? I float. I am being drawn out to sea by the powers that created me, while others are drawn to destroying these powers, to enslaving them with a tidal dam to run their television sets, instead of letting them be free to run the planet. 7:35 AM. The far-flung ring of grassland, mudflats, and seaweed painted boulders grows larger as the receding sea gives its inter tidal sustenance to fish, mammals, and fishermen offshore. I watch the demise of multibillions of shoreline life forms. They are drowning by being submerged in air, just as 1 would drown, if I were submerged in water. They will wait expectantly for their bloodstream to return as it has for millennia past. They don't share my secret; they don't know that the sea has made its last visit. That lesson will be learned the hard way; as the slow, deliberate stress of suffocation and thirst begin to be felt; as desert dryness and summer heat leisurely broil the flats and their inhabitants. Have I gone mad? Am I the only one who recognizes that human consciousness is shared, at some level, by this community from which we gained all of our life processes? Am I deceived in believing that the inter tidal turmoil of community is conscious, that it knows that seawater is but inches away and that it will not return on its appointed rounds? How convenient for us to conceive mud, water, and stones to be dead; to decide that other life has no consciousness, pain, or equality. What an incredible alibi we have created to soothe our guilt of killing for a profit, of brainwashing our neighbors into believing that they are nothing unless they brush their teeth electrically. Isn't it the economics of a madman to trade away a life system for an electric can opener? I murmur sadly to the bay, "We hate you." 8:45 AM. The tide has retreated to the highest point it will ever again reach in this finger of Cobscook Bay. Hundreds of acres lie exposed to an environment as hostile as that of the moon. The inconceivable trade-off begins as the minutes tick by. Where are the friends of the Earth; where are those Americans who say they care? Are they watching television and dreaming of further riches to be gleaned from the unnecessary tidal power, while a part of the bay dies along with a part of them selves? As if disgusted by the nightmare it leaves behind, the tide retreats below its new high water mark. But as the Maine State Legislature has proven, this is no dream. A Tidal Power Authority has been authorized. One wonders when we will outgrow our childhood. One wonders if our immorality to each other begins at the interface with Nature's far-reaching shoreline. One wonders if the tide somehow says goodbye to its ancient home. * * * Act
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