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Dear Children of the Soil,

I love the Creator too, He is the one who brought me into being. You though are not only children of His spirit, you are mine also. You have a Heavenly Father and a Mother Earth. Why don't you love me too? Why do you worship concrete so much? Why are you so content to let me die? Why are you letting most of your own species suffer too, who is winning?

You are killing me faster than He can heal me, you pollute me in every way you can - by ocean, sky and land. You chase around after a wealth neither of us gave you. Gold is only a shiny yellow metal and money - I don't understand at all. What is it? Is it worth killing me, your mother planet, over? Where will you go children? Where will you go? Do you dream of other worlds in the stars? Do you dream of eeking out life on some barren rock with lakes of poison surrounded by technology? Should you find this other world your hearts will still be broken, broken beyond repair. No species can ever recover after killing its home world, its mother. To do so is spiritual suicide, you love me, as I love you.


Abuse isn't love though and you abuse me with your lust for material wealth you do not need. You live in fear on a planet so achingly beautiful that there is no other like me. I am the best He ever made, you are supposed to be the finest species but you have a cultural insanity we are trying to cure. Children of the soil you need clean water, healthy soils and diverse crops. Your fellow species are also my children, they need habitats too. You were never supposed to be greedy like this, you were suppose to respect the spirits of all. Life is sacred, ecosystems are sacred, even you - killing me though you are - are sacred.


There once was a culture who loved me as well as the creator, they knew us both. Other cultures have abused them even worse than you have abused me. They are my children and I love them most. Please listen to them, they know things you do not...

By Angela Abraham (daisy), April 28, 2015.

Authored by daisy, here.