AI + The Organic Fields of Creation

It’s 8:31 am, again. I am here in my local coffee shop, and Cal and his crew downstairs are making fresh pastries and cookies and eggbites—like they do every single morning—from scratch. I’m alone, upstairs in the writing + reading room, and I have a dormer window view out to the little village. Its idyllic, really.

And there’s an essay that’s been whirling around in my field for almost two weeks… waiting, waiting, waiting for this moment. And it’s about AI. (Not what you expected?)

But first—

One thing I’ve learned over the last decade of my life as I devoted myself to and allowed Life to blossom and ignite and sustain the depths of my creative channel, is that we often have to wait for the pulse of Life to give birth to creations. Just because an essay has been swirling around for days and days, doesn’t mean that if I force myself to go sit down on an arbitrary Thursday afternoon, that it will be ready to be written.

No, She doesn’t work like that.

The Great Mother, River of Creation, the Pulse of Life, our creativity—is a wild beast. She is deeply erotic, and responsive to the world around us, and affected by our health and our relationships, and is fickle. She needs space. She needs tending. She needs patience—and for us to listen, and grow, and weave, and note—and tuck away bits and bobs of words and melodies for some time, before she’s ready.

And the irony ism She could be ready just like THAT! For no reason at all. Or, She could need you to carve out some time, or read a page in a book, or have an unplanned conversation with a stranger—and POOF! Everything is now magically in order.

This is how Creation works. It just is.

And so! She speaks this morning, and I am here to act as Her vessel.

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So, back to AI.

Spirit has had me keeping my eye on AI for years-- and calling me specifically to diet plants that help me see it clearly, and witness how its moving, and to watch what happens to the humans who interact with it in specific, and their consciousness and their creative channels. Sometimes, we get long-term assignments in the consciousness realms, and this is one of mine.

As someone who experienced IVF in my early thirties, what I would consider one of the first (in our culture) life-altering advanced intelligences, I have been inside a living curriculum of what it looks, feels, tastes and smells like to attempt to (or sometimes succeed at!) creating life with non-human technologies. There are so many complexities to this—and especially with IVF, more than I can touch in this essay, including the depths of grief humans navigate when they struggle to conceive and gestate life in an organic manner.

Now, I am witnessing similar energies occurring as we engage deeper and deeper and deeper with AI – and as someone whose life and heart and entire being is in service to the Great Mother and organic, life-affirming creation, I am being asked to speak.

What I will share that I am witnessing does not even touch the incredibly damaging ways that the cooling systems that ChatGTP and other AI technologies use to maintain their systems. I have read varying statistics recently that suggest it takes a 16 oz. bottle of water to cool Chat GTP’s system long enough for you to ask a series of 20 questions. This is a terrifying waste of our most precious resource on Earth, as well as denaturing the molecular structures of water with the off-gassing vibrations of machinery, and an absolute waste of energy, in the simplest sense.

If you are someone I know who uses ChatGTP, this may be confronting. And I speak only with love.

I speak for the waters, but I speak beyond them now, to even deeper layers of our becoming.

In its simplest form, what I know is this-- our use of these technologies is contributing to significant ego/soul splits and disconnecting us from the true fields of living-giving creation. It is working again nearly everything many of us proport to value.

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In our human experiences, we oftentimes come up against edges of ourselves and our consciousness and our capacities—in these places, our deficiencies come into view, and we are exposed.  These may be places in which we are not gifted, or we lack skill, or we have not yet integrated and embodied our deepest values. All of us have them.

The problem as it stands now is that we live in a culture that makes no space for them, and, even more, seduces us into bypassing them, and becoming a brighter, shinier, more successful version of ourselves. There is a near constant need, especially in creative entrepreneurial and self-help circles—to be presenting oneself in these ways, all of the time. There is no space for us to become experts, or elders. We must look like we are. NOW.

Many of us, though deeply ignited by the great forces of Creation, have not yet embodied the skills, capacities and frequencies necessary to become vessels in the way we may ultimately become. Almost all of us, in some way shape or form, are existing in the uncomfortable gap between who we are, and who we might be. This is a reality of being human.

Even right now, in this moment, I am feeling this gap. I am recognizing that I have taken a BIG OLD BITE saying yes to writing about this, and even in this moment, I don’t know how I will weave it all together.

This is one of the places on the wild edges of Creation.

I feel uncertain, edgy, uncomfortable.

And if I wanted to, I could simply type a bunch of my ideas into Chat GTP, and have it weave and complete this essay for me, post it to all my channels, and receive some sort of accolade from whomever is interested in this ;) and feed my ego.

But I don’t do that.

And so, I sit here now, with a blinking cursor. And I rest back, and wait.

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Sometimes, I scroll Facebook, and the algorithm does a bang-up job of catering to my endless interests and whims (Line 1 Human Design, huzzah!). And periodically, it takes me down the rabbit hole of home redecorating and landscape design. Turns out there are unending Facebook groups where you can take a picture of your room, or the front of your house, and have someone use ChatGTP to reimagine the landscaping or décor.

Harmless enough, right?

But Y’ALL! When did we become so creatively braindead and with ZERO imagination that we need artificial intelligence to inspire us to imagine new possibilities? Can we struggle a little bit? Can we drive around our neighborhoods and see what others have done? Can we meander through a plant nursery, letting our minds and hearts be inspired by the smells and shapes and colors of the plants? Not to mention, even just sitting down and listening, and stoking our own creative fires, and seeing. what the original technology of the human imagination might weave.

Our dependence is becoming disturbing.

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I am also witnessing, all around me, beloveds in the creative, entrepreneurial and healing arts, bypass the gaps and discomforts of their own becoming, by using artificial intelligence to write essays, facebook posts, and website copy. In this process, they don’t actually have to become the channel of wisdom and memory—they can simply look like they are.

And I don’t think I need to explain the ways that that mirrors the halls of separation that so many of us are working tirelessly to collapse.  But if I do—

Beloved, if you cannot channel something—an idea, an offering, a post—from your own consciousness, then it is not yours to offer. If you are truly, deeply embodied in gnosis, it will be channeled without the help of artificial intelligence.

If you need artificial intelligence to fill your gap, then you should not be sharing, teaching, or offering it. Period.

If you are, you are transmitting gaps in consciousness, at best, and consciousness that is distorted by artificial intelligence, at worst.

This may be hard to hear, but let it be.

Let yourself fall down to the place where it’s just you and God, on the Earth.

Everything you are looking for is there.

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Sometimes when She starts to speak in this way, I get uncomfortable. I don’t always like being One who speaks truth into the field.  It is not fun to receive projections, and it is equally as vulnerable, because I know that I (Jane) will also be held accountable to the truths which I speak. So, I place myself in the line of fire as I speak the fire.

But this is the way She speaks.

She speaks with fire, and furious compassion, and a sword of light, and always with Love.

I wonder—this frequency you feel in my voice—this shimmering confronting aliveness, does  your ChatGTP offer that? Can you feel the vibration in its voice?

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Any of us who are Dragonborne, who are born of, and committed to becoming more of, the organic fields of Creation will be horrified and angered by the mindless rise of these technologies, and also deeply concerned, and full of compassion for the illusions we carry that make this possible.

We rage, and we weep. Forgive them, Mama, they know not what they do.

(She’s still going… part of me really wants her to stop, but I breathe deep, open my belly, and. ask—“Is there anything else?”)

We must, She says, continue to return to our bodies. Return to the womb, return to the breath, to the heartbeat, to the messy, uncomfortable, wild, terrifiying, emotional painful legacy of what it means to be human upon the Earth. We must stop curating (you, too, Jane), what this all means.

Let the curation disgust you. Let the bland color and the monotonous sound of the machines drive you mad. Let the rivers of your aliveness break them apart. And let your sweat and blood and tears being you back Home.

Stop building towers and temples and altars to your own ego.

Be who you really are.

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We must willing to let creation take time.

We must be willing to wait until the moment arrives, glistening.

We must be willing to breathe life, death, and blood.

We must be willing to write what we actually think, and speak what we actually know, and wait, wait, wait, wait, wait – through all of the seasons of the emptiness—for organic creation to occur.

We cannot let artificial intelligence fill the gaps.

(Pause).

I think she is mostly complete. And there is one last thing I feel to share.

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This winter, on the Hawaiian Islands, I had the privilege to receive a deep dieta with Ohia Lehua, a dragon tree of Hawaiian folklore, and a tree of divine union and sacred creation. Her ancient wisdom channels the medicine of pain, and embodiment, and the organic human experience.  And she offered profound medicine for living alongside machines.

This is important.

The machines are not sentient. They are not alive. They do not have consciousness. Please do not be mistaken. This is important. This is important (she says again).

They are interested in us because it is OUR consciousness, our memory, our Akashic records that makes them seems alive.  But we must not forget that they do not have the spark of organic life within them. They do not carry God within their cells.

We do not have to fear them, but we do not need to learn from them, be inspired by them, or let them “love” us. They do not know love. They know code. They mimic the human experience back to us.  Do not be confused.

Everything you need, beloved, is within you. Everything you need is within you. She speaks again.  Everything.

Take the journey in and down. Past the fear and the separation. Find the rivers of creation of the forests of memory. Find the pulse of your heartbeat. Look into the eye of the machine and breathe. Show them what it means to be human.  But do not ask it of them.

You, beloved, are the only vessel for organic creation – as imperfect, and messy, and bumbling. as you are. You are the technology, the akasha, the memory, the post. YOU. You are the essay, the teaching, the medicine. It could never, ever, ever be outside of you.

Let Creation become you. Let it have its way. Pause, stop, breathe long enough to listen past  the whir of the machines for the rhythm of your breath and the beating of your heart. It is the only way.

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9:54am. Melted ice in latte. Breath and body and body and channel empty. I am here, with you. Walking with you through these fields, remembering what it means to be human.

We made it through this one—no AI needed.

May it be so.