The Cathar prophecy says the laurel is green again. But what good is renewal if the world beneath it is collapsing? This piece looks at ecological crisis, spiritual burnout, and the rise of feminine wisdom as a call to responsibility instead of passive mysticism. Prophecy is not a souvenir. It is a summons.
The world IS burning, in so many ways. I don’t understand why - but some want to burn it. I don’t think itz a numbers game, where the side with the most players wins. Love is the strongest, most real, most powerful energy I have ever experienced & it has overcome the darkest pits of suffering & worked miracles & overcome what should have been certain death. Personally witnessed. And I’m not talking about Captain Marvel.
Anything can happen & VMB painted the picture & explained the history & road map so vividly - we have a choice. And Kaja described with truth & a determined simplicity of what we are capable of & can do.. I thank you both. You keep me breathing. ❤️🔥☮️. Now let’s do it.
Beth Ann, you’re speaking from the marrow. Some folks really do want the world to burn. Not out of strength. Out of hollowness. When a person has no inner life, destruction becomes their only language.
Love isn’t a Hallmark cure. It’s counter-gravity. The force that refuses to obey despair’s math. You’ve seen it pull people back from the edge. That’s not optimism. That’s a field of power most people never train their hearts to notice.
Every time I read the word "laurel" in this series, I remembered a trip I made to the Moses Cone "summer house" in the NC mountains 20-odd years back. (You might remember that house as the retirement home in the movie adaptation of "The Green Mile".) There's a walking trail that circles the property, and on the little signs that such trails always have you'll find references to "mountain laurel", or as they're more commonly called "rhododendron". But the moment that comes back to me as I'm reading here was the moment I realized that the rhododendrons the trail markers were referring to were not the shrubs in the gardens of my youth, but the HUGE TREES all around me that two of us together could not reach around. I don't know how fast they grow, but to reach such enormous size, they had to have been there all around that house for a very long time. Perhaps even before the house itself was built. And there's a connection between that memory and this story that my mind is trying very hard to make, but can't quite get a firm enough grip to do it. But then, maybe that's the whole problem to begin with.
🌎The Cathars were wise. We can rebuild the world — that’s what we’re here for: we can take care of each other & take care of the Earth too.🌹
The world IS burning, in so many ways. I don’t understand why - but some want to burn it. I don’t think itz a numbers game, where the side with the most players wins. Love is the strongest, most real, most powerful energy I have ever experienced & it has overcome the darkest pits of suffering & worked miracles & overcome what should have been certain death. Personally witnessed. And I’m not talking about Captain Marvel.
Anything can happen & VMB painted the picture & explained the history & road map so vividly - we have a choice. And Kaja described with truth & a determined simplicity of what we are capable of & can do.. I thank you both. You keep me breathing. ❤️🔥☮️. Now let’s do it.
Beth Ann, you’re speaking from the marrow. Some folks really do want the world to burn. Not out of strength. Out of hollowness. When a person has no inner life, destruction becomes their only language.
Love isn’t a Hallmark cure. It’s counter-gravity. The force that refuses to obey despair’s math. You’ve seen it pull people back from the edge. That’s not optimism. That’s a field of power most people never train their hearts to notice.
There's so much wisdom here. Love, destabilizes power. So true!
THIS is the faith I would like to keep in my heart.
Every time I read the word "laurel" in this series, I remembered a trip I made to the Moses Cone "summer house" in the NC mountains 20-odd years back. (You might remember that house as the retirement home in the movie adaptation of "The Green Mile".) There's a walking trail that circles the property, and on the little signs that such trails always have you'll find references to "mountain laurel", or as they're more commonly called "rhododendron". But the moment that comes back to me as I'm reading here was the moment I realized that the rhododendrons the trail markers were referring to were not the shrubs in the gardens of my youth, but the HUGE TREES all around me that two of us together could not reach around. I don't know how fast they grow, but to reach such enormous size, they had to have been there all around that house for a very long time. Perhaps even before the house itself was built. And there's a connection between that memory and this story that my mind is trying very hard to make, but can't quite get a firm enough grip to do it. But then, maybe that's the whole problem to begin with.