No Going Back

Image Credit: REUTERS/Yuriko Nakao

“How could we expect people to go back?” he asks. “How can we expect people to believe the ancient things – you know – after we’ve learned so much?”

But does the religion of the Earth ask us to give up anything we’ve learned in our relentless attempt to unveil the Magician in the material?

The Revelation is in the Compost Pile.  Everything that lives is born from the death and resurrection of everything that ever lived before it.  People, animals — we’re geological events on a very short timescale.  We spring, whirling, into being — some incredible mixture of mineral and motion.

What binds the thing we call (our) mind, (our) spirit, to the thing we call (our) body?

It is a miracle so simple, so ever-present that it hides in plain sight.  Its commonness makes it no less profound.

Do we feel less in awe of our Oneness with everything if we know that our heart pumps blood through our veins?  If we know that we need the nutrients in our food?  That DNA molecules give instructions to the enzymes and proteins of our body to create and repair and replicate itself?  That everything we are and that the Planets are was all once part of a giant star astronomers called Tiamat, after the Mesopotamian Mother of All (as though she is so young as that).

Our belonging, the sense of unity with everything, is not a realization we need sit in long meditation trying to empty ourselves enough to receive.  As I said – the Revelation is in the Compost.  Go, take a look.