I believe that I have made the error of assuming that people are no longer primordial. While some have made unbelievable advancements in the natural and applied sciences, I suspect now that as humans, we are not much more enlightened than our tribal ancestors were. And even so today, as I progress my efforts of ego balance, I am returning to the most primal of culture - symbols. Not even words, not even full sentences.
What precipitated this line of reasoning of our under-development as a species was an image that I saw on social media last week, which was these fantastical clouds, long ballooned lines, real as life in almost 3D, covering the sky like sheets that nearly touched with not much space between them. I felt afraid of them, and I realized it's because they were so unusual, and I didn't know what they would "do".
The ancients used tactics that we today understand as the origins of magic, to try to control the forces of nature which terrified them, and they also illustrated these forces to be the work of gods who were so much more powerful and who could in a moment, without warning, destroy them. So rituals were also contrived to appease or repent to these outer-worldly beings, in order to attract favour or avoid rebuke.
I was in discussion several weeks ago that fear no longer serves us. Since we are no longer at the mercy of the elements, or of predators in the wild, it will soon be phased out through evolution, and that the enlightened of us can catalyze this process through meditation and work. Now I see how wrong I was. We as humans are not afraid of this world, because "nothing is new under the sun". But is that true? Once something unusual happens, or even uncommon like a natural disaster, fear is just about the only, I think appropriate response.
Fear is no longer objectionable to me. It is who I am at my very and pure core - a fearful, primitive person. Yes I can work to attain a degree of perfection to the one true God, meaning that I spend every waking hour in service to Him and therefore the people about me, which I can only achieve by overcoming my primal instincts that keep me in a place of stagnancy and boredom, or on the flip side, panic and chaos, but being afraid is no longer to be combated and condemned. If I miss the mark, if I choose complacency over the perfect objective which is God, the consequences no longer need to be dire. I simply try again.
There is no shame in being primitive. So long as I respect myself and others, I am doing just fine.
What precipitated this line of reasoning of our under-development as a species was an image that I saw on social media last week, which was these fantastical clouds, long ballooned lines, real as life in almost 3D, covering the sky like sheets that nearly touched with not much space between them. I felt afraid of them, and I realized it's because they were so unusual, and I didn't know what they would "do".
The ancients used tactics that we today understand as the origins of magic, to try to control the forces of nature which terrified them, and they also illustrated these forces to be the work of gods who were so much more powerful and who could in a moment, without warning, destroy them. So rituals were also contrived to appease or repent to these outer-worldly beings, in order to attract favour or avoid rebuke.
I was in discussion several weeks ago that fear no longer serves us. Since we are no longer at the mercy of the elements, or of predators in the wild, it will soon be phased out through evolution, and that the enlightened of us can catalyze this process through meditation and work. Now I see how wrong I was. We as humans are not afraid of this world, because "nothing is new under the sun". But is that true? Once something unusual happens, or even uncommon like a natural disaster, fear is just about the only, I think appropriate response.
Fear is no longer objectionable to me. It is who I am at my very and pure core - a fearful, primitive person. Yes I can work to attain a degree of perfection to the one true God, meaning that I spend every waking hour in service to Him and therefore the people about me, which I can only achieve by overcoming my primal instincts that keep me in a place of stagnancy and boredom, or on the flip side, panic and chaos, but being afraid is no longer to be combated and condemned. If I miss the mark, if I choose complacency over the perfect objective which is God, the consequences no longer need to be dire. I simply try again.
There is no shame in being primitive. So long as I respect myself and others, I am doing just fine.
Good article Carly
ReplyDelete