The colony as a whole arrives at the decision to swarm through a felt sense: the time is right.
The queen doesn’t decide when the colony will create the special, peanut-shaped swarm cells into which she will lay an egg for the birth of a successor queen.
The nascent queen is fed a diet of royal jelly as she develops in her chamber, but again, it is not the queen who “orders” this.
The darkness of the interior hive symbolizes the subconscious realm, the communal womb from which dreams, shamanic journeys, and all intuitive “knowingness” arise.
We, too, swarm from existing social structures. We come to knowingness in similarly subconscious and collective ways.
No one person can order, or contain, the coming seismic shifts in the ground of our shared consciousness.
Our conscious minds, like our governments, are often the last to know of the changes brewing deep within us, not to mention deep within the heart of our living planet.
This mysterious and natural swarming instinct should give you no small amount of hope.
Pressure for collective change is building under the polished veneer of business-as-usual.
Subconscious means “below”-the-head consciousness, and this realm includes the energetically wise and receptive consciousness of our bodies.
We feel orphaned and separate from Life because we identify with the “superior” boxes of the mind.
In our boxes, in our proud exile and isolation, we have forgotten how it feels to plug into the larger consciousness of the organic life force through the “current” of the Now.
In its commonality, in its lack of exclusion, in its open access to all, this “current” has the potential to unite us with the wordless wisdom of the body and the greater body to which we are united: the living earth.
This current of energy runs through everyone and everything, without exception.
The more often you swarm from the boxes of your mind to come to your senses, the more you align yourself with everyone and everything, the more “here” you are now, the greater the voltage of Life “current” that can and will run through you.
Spiritual electricity is as impersonal as physical electricity. It follows certain metaphysical laws.
One of the laws of running greater life current through your body is practicing radical inclusion in thought, word, and deed.
In supporting and sustaining all forms of life without distinction or exception, Gaia is our best teacher of this spiritual law. If you are matter, you matter. Period. The word “matter” is from the Latin, mater, meaning “mother.”
Spiritual attainment, as modeled by Gaia, is truly down-to-earth.
Her spiritual power is so material, so common, and so reliable that countless species have built their lives upon it.
Such is the power of the sacred feminine and the earth’s example of a love radical, inclusive, and embodied.
For too long in the West we have worshiped at the altar of the Father, the sky, and the intellect.
But reason loosed from feeling, thought unmoored from body, and spirituality disconnected from the wisdom teachings of the earth is anything but rational, relational, sustainable –or sane.
Our social order is built upon an anti-matter platform.
We worship at the altar of powers immaterial, out-of-touch, and unapproachable; once in the cathedral, now in forces of the Market.
Our Western cultural orientation enshrines and encodes striving, scarcity, and exclusivity into the words we speak and the ways we distribute value and power.
We inhabit an aristocratic view of reality, we the common people. This is the view we inherited from our conquerors.
We hold a blind and unexamined faith that worth is found in what distinguishes something from the rest.
While this misplaced faith has long impoverished us spiritually (for the sacred is what we hold in common) it now threatens to extinguish us as a species.
For too long we have uncritically accepted and celebrated a scornful relationship toward things common.
To be common is to be “vulgar,” literally, in our language. To be common, we feel, is “beneath” us.
But what is beneath us is the earth —our mother, our source, and sustainer of life.
The symbolic landscape we have inherited is backwards and upside-down.