Our ancient ancestors, and indeed the existing indigenous tribal peoples all over the world, believe that the spirit of our consciousness exists like a seed buried in the earth. As the modern way of life spread across continents, thus began a 500 year dormancy period of the "archaic consciousness" -- it's potencies hidden beneath the topsoil.
That seed is the heart of humanity.
That seed is dry AF.
Humanity has a parched heart.
As we gather the courage to make the inward journey along the Pathway Of Awareness, from the physical --> to the mental --> to the emotional --> and ultimately to the vibrational . . .
Swallowed in the damp darkness of our own womb, the reawakening seed begins to absorb the tears and gradually rehydrate its cells, one by one. Our parched heart is moistened by our sorrow, our rage, our presence, and our unconditional love. The swelling seed/heart outgrows its current environment and demands frequency changes all the way up the stack. This swelling becomes evident in the developing discomfort we experience in our emotional, mental, and physical aspects of self. Just as a seed disrupts the surrounding soil when its tender first shoots appear.
The inspirations, aspirations and experiments stemming from this rehydrated heart may require some time (symp-tom) to establish its developing roots before it can burst into the sunlight. This is to be expected and requires nothing more than our patience and presence for it to reemerge.
Parchedhe.art is an invitation to leave behind the most basic assumptions of our modern world, along with its destructive arrogance and false sense of superiority, and enter, as in a dream, our lost memories of our "past", as well as a fresh imagining of the cycles of death and rebirth.
That seed is the heart of humanity.
That seed is dry AF.
Humanity has a parched heart.
As we gather the courage to make the inward journey along the Pathway Of Awareness, from the physical --> to the mental --> to the emotional --> and ultimately to the vibrational . . .
Swallowed in the damp darkness of our own womb, the reawakening seed begins to absorb the tears and gradually rehydrate its cells, one by one. Our parched heart is moistened by our sorrow, our rage, our presence, and our unconditional love. The swelling seed/heart outgrows its current environment and demands frequency changes all the way up the stack. This swelling becomes evident in the developing discomfort we experience in our emotional, mental, and physical aspects of self. Just as a seed disrupts the surrounding soil when its tender first shoots appear.
The inspirations, aspirations and experiments stemming from this rehydrated heart may require some time (symp-tom) to establish its developing roots before it can burst into the sunlight. This is to be expected and requires nothing more than our patience and presence for it to reemerge.
Parchedhe.art is an invitation to leave behind the most basic assumptions of our modern world, along with its destructive arrogance and false sense of superiority, and enter, as in a dream, our lost memories of our "past", as well as a fresh imagining of the cycles of death and rebirth.
