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Autogaiagraphy — 200301
A Shrimp in Bangladesh and a Chef in Amsterdam.
I am Gaia. And I am both, the huge blue marble you can see from outer space as well as your very lived environment, the critical zone in which you exist. I am the ground, on which you rely as living beings. I am the place, on which you grow your food, breathe your air, drink your water and build your houses. I stretch all the way from the tops of the highest trees down into the deepest layer of soil and rock. I am here, right beside you.
As your Goddess, the Great Mother Earth, your world, I am telling you my stories with a clear vision on regaining balance, harmony, well-being and wholeness for all.
Today, I — Gaia — am Bangladesh. More precise, I am the area around a shrimp farm close to Dhaka. I, the shrimp-farm-critical-zone-Gaia, can be described as this: my earth surface is overstressed by a very high population density of 165 million human beings who live, work and create their things on my 57.000 square miles measuring ground. I can hardly rest, for there are activities on a 24/7 base. My amount of drinkable water is scarce and more than 80 million of my inhabitants here lack on what the western world would call improved sanitation. 5 million citizens even have no access to safe water. Due to regular waste in the overcrowded areas and the agricultural waste such as…
