Earth is alive. She once spoke to us, and we once spoke back. Just as my cells and microbes communicate with me in subtle ways, perhaps we once shared that same two-way connection with the planet.
Shamans, mystics, and sages across cultures knew this. Through ceremony, trance, dreams, and silence, they served as translators—bridging the human world and Earth’s deeper consciousness. This wasn’t metaphor. It was communication.
We’ve forgotten how to listen. The dialogue is lost.
Perhaps Earth is in an autoimmune state. We, meant to be her intelligent, adaptive immune system, are now malfunctioning. Toxic technologies, exploitative thinking, and consumerist patterns have infected us from within—intracellular memetic viruses, turning our energy against the planetary body. We are still the immune system, but we have been reprogrammed, replicating the virus and attacking the very systems we were meant to protect.
The signal is now scrambled. Climate change, ecosystem collapse, mass extinction—they are fever, inflammation, autoimmune dysfunction. But are these symptoms of a living body in distress—or the final twitchings of a corpse already dead?
How long does a living planet live?
If Earth has already died, would we even know? Cells in a body can continue functioning for weeks after death, unaware that the end is nigh and the mind has vanished. Likewise, we might be the lingering immune cells of a planet whose consciousness is gone.
Yet there is another possibility: Earth is still alive, struggling to maintain coherence. And we, as her immune system, although deaf from the technology, can still remember our purpose. Healing begins with three steps:
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Recognise the hijack – see how toxic technologies, exploitative thinking, and consumerist patterns have infected the human immune system of Earth, redirecting our energy to serve their replication instead of planetary care.
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Restore connection – through indigenous knowledge, biomimicry, and humility, re-establish dialogue with the living systems around us.
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Reclaim our function – purge the internal hijackers turning our intelligence and energy against Earth; restore our adaptive, protective role, and act as her immune system once more.
The shamans heard Earth speak. We call them delusional. But maybe we are the ones too blind to perceive the body that sustains us.
And if we don't address the autoimmunity and viral infection, will it kill Earth and all in her faster?
Ask yourself: is the silence due to autoimmunity or because Earth hit her grave? And if there’s still a pulse—how do we begin to listen again?
The Corpse Hypothesis
A body doesn’t vanish the instant it dies. Its cells linger—unaware. They metabolise, burn through remaining energy. They replicate where possible, following old instructions. They even defend against phantom threats, firing off useless immune responses in a body already gone.
What if we’re those cells?
We think climate chaos is a “crisis.” Could it just be rigor mortis? We call ancient wisdom “superstition.” Could it be we’re born into a world where the connection was already severed?
The horror: if Earth died generations ago, we wouldn’t know. Corpses still twitch. Nerves fire. Bacteria bloom. We’d mistake decay for normalcy. The great forests didn’t “vanish”—they’re decomposing. The silence isn’t progress—it’s absence. Our science? Autopsy reports on a corpse we don’t realise is dead.
Signs of Life—or Death?
Symptoms today are ambiguous:
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Fever: climate change
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Inflammation: ecosystem collapse
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Autoimmune dysfunction: humanity attacking the systems that sustain life
These could signal a body in distress—but still alive. Or they could be necrosis: the slow death of systems once self-regulating. Perhaps it’s not collapse, but a desperate attempt to restore balance.
Can We Wake Up?
If this is autoimmune dysfunction, healing begins with:
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Recognising the hijack
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Restoring connection
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Reclaiming our function
If Earth is dead, we are the last flickers of a mind that doesn’t know it’s gone. But if she’s alive—fighting to stay coherent—then we, as her immune system, can still remember our purpose. We can still turn the tide.
We are cells in a body. Cells adapt. Cells remember. Cells can regain their function. There is hope. We can restore balance. We can unscramble the signal.
Dead or Alive?
We are her cells, her watchful guard,
Moving through flesh once whole, now marred.
We heard her voice in roots and streams,
Her whispers carried in sunlight beams.
Then came the virus, sly and deep,
Toxic ideas replicating unseen.
It twists our purpose, bends our hands,
Turns her immune system against her lands.
Forests burn, the oceans flare,
Do we see life, or only despair?
Yet deep beneath, a pulse survives,
Her body waits while hope revives.
Alive or dead—is the signal still there?
We are her immune system; we must care.
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