So much was given at this time, when the soul of humanity and the soul of the world were bonded together, and the Earth showed her generosity. The land was pristine and its sacred nature known and honored. It was a time of beginning, the time of the “Original Instructions,” when the sacred names of creation were given to human beings, first to the shamans, healers, and keepers of the sacred ways — the names of animals that evoked their power, the names of plants that revealed their healing properties, the names of rivers and mountains that ensured that the world was kept in harmony and balance — and through them humanity and the created world came into relationship and were woven together in praise and thanksgiving…
Later it all began to change, and that is the story of separation, the myth of the Fall; and the patterns of distortion that covered the Earth became stronger and stronger, until today we find our self in a world that has lost its way, that is spinning more and more out of balance…
…As a piece of graffiti in Hong Kong written early in the pandemic stated, “We can’t return to normal, because the normal that we had was precisely the problem.” Should we go back to cheap flights and disposable goods? Should we continue with our exploitation of nature, the imbalance that caused this crisis — the loss of habitat and biodiversity directly causing animal viruses to spread to humans — and the racial injustice and the economic structures that ensure the poor and destitute suffer most? — Llewelyn Vaughan-Lee
Vaughan-Lee writes in this same piece about spending months at Chartres Cathedral in France studying the labyrinth and learning how precisely and yet how magically the sacred was evoked by the structure. Something has been lost in the human mind so that it’s no longer able to find and work with the sacred whether it’s in architecture or in nature.
We can’t find it, see it, imagine it or respect it, so we wantonly destroy it, not suspecting the toll that will take on our civilization. The lesson of our unity with everything calls into question the huge edifice of our culture. Over the eons, as we were becoming more rational and therefore blind to the energies of connection, we built a tower of babel.
Now it’s falling and we are astonished and grief stricken. We don’t suspect the saving grace of our collapse. Maybe our debacle will rescue the planet. We can’t imagine that if we can’t contribute to a thriving, loving, harmonious planet earth, we may be unceremoniously swept into the cosmic dustbin, another failed evolutionary experiment.
It’s too bad. We were a beautiful species, so full of promise. Somehow we got off track. We devolved. We became less intelligent rather than more so. Self awareness is a two edged sword. Certainly self interest is. In the service of ego, our talent for calculation and power is our downfall. The spirits of creation have to defend themselves and life itself from our clumsy depredations.
Here we are, on the cusp of a great deathtrap that we have constructed in our ingenuity and greed, not suspecting its power to wipe out all life. This pandemic might do the job, or if we somehow manage to stop it, the next few will. The question on everyone’s mind is can we learn our lesson before the worst happens?
I think it’s possible. I think we have a chance if we take our situation seriously. The issue is not just saving humans, but saving the climate, the heart and lungs of the planet.
The issue is not just us humans, it’s all life large and small.
If we can broaden our vision to include “all our relatives”, we may just have a chance.
- Anima Fire is my publication