Prehistoric cave paintings often display men with part animal bodies. Was this a way of drawing the spirit of the animal closer or to bring the man’s spirit into the animal’s essence for purposes of hunting or medicine? Like attracts like; the human and animal worlds were not separated the way they are now. Perhaps we are slowly making our way back to accepting the reality of our common beingness.
The longer I live the more I’m convinced that we humans are still on a primitive level of development and like adolescents, we think our ancestors didn’t know very much. We make amazing instruments for convenience, healing (more accurately patching) and destruction, and yet we aren’t actually happier, healthier or more in synch with our environment. We pursue power and immortality without knowing what they are. The lesser mind is attempting to control its own source. With all the sophistication of our medical instruments, health seems to be declining. I recently read that cancer treatment is no more effective than it was sixty years ago, and cancer is more prevalent, perhaps because our lifestyles and values are not people friendly. Is this really about progress, or more to the point, why do we deify progress?
A great separation of time and mentality divides nowadays from the time of the cave paintings of
|This cave is a reproduction but the contrast is still huge.|
Most ancient cultures viewed time as a circular or at least spiral process rather than the linear process by which our modern world abides. Personally, the more birthdays I collect, the stranger time seems. An event last year may seem a few weeks ago while memory of an event last month is like the distant end of a long chain of whiles. How much is our sense of time actually cultural conditioning?
How about balance? .It isn’t a fixed state but a constant tide between movement and stasis. The Tiwa people, my husband’s tribe, don’t trust the dominant culture of America, and keep their religious beliefs and the meanings of their ceremonies strictly to themselves. They even hold their language within the tribe. They base their distrust of the dominant culture and its ways on bad experiences in the history of their relationship with Spanish and Anglo subjugators. Even more to the point is the recognition that base values are so different that even with good intentions the cultures don’t mix harmoniously. Of course, the modern global culture affects them, if culture is the right word. They drive motor vehicles, eat fast food, shop at super markets and use TV’s, computers and smart phones. Some of the children don’t even speak Tiwa, but they are very aware of being an alternative viewpoint and believe they perform their ceremonies and hold their tribal identity for the good of the entire world. At the very least, it preserves something fundamentally organic about being human in the cosmos.
I am now thinking of time in the mode a plant or an animal begins and ends and the Sun and Moon divide their movement to give us an instinctive go by through our cosmic territory. Without a beginning or end, there is no time and no existence on this dimension. Without the borders of time, there is no-thing. Our normal way of thinking is dependent upon an agreed upon canvas of space and time on which to paint our life’s portrait. Yet in this fractal universe, we are intricately patterned offshoots of Creator’s primal energy body. I’m getting lost and a little dizzy now. Why did I start this? It reminds me of a childhood game I once played. Staring at the night sky I would imagine what was beyond the stars and what was beyond that beyond until I fell down from dizziness. Light and darkness are opposites but they differ in that light exists and darkness is the background that reveals its existence. There is a border between them that we recognize but can’t explain without destroying the thought of one or the other.
Lascaux remained in darkness for ages just as most of who we are as beings exists locked in a dark vault waiting for the need of a critical evolutionary key to arise, a call from the future. Is this desire part of the creative force? Now and then, I rediscover a book that was very important at one time in my life and was then lost to memory. Is it really chance that it re-emerges just when I need a particular piece that will enlighten the present darkness? Amazingly, I would never have recognized the need for this key without perception acquired since the first encounter. The past and the future seem to be in constant communication at the juncture point of the present.