“Experts in ancient Greek culture say that people back then didn’t see their thoughts as belonging to them. When ancient Greeks had a thought, it occurred to them as a God or Goddess giving them an order. Apollo was telling them to be brave. Athena was telling them to fall in love… Now people hear a commercial for sour cream potato chips and rush out to buy, but, now they call this free will…. At least the ancient Greeks were being honest.”
I often wonder of the time so long ago; the days of no “modern” societal order; of the time when the community lived for one another and produced what was needed to sustain the clan or tribe. This is a lost practice, and part of a problem that all modern communities face today.
I have much respect for our ancestors, and their lifestyle, though I do realize that these people faced challenges and trials far exceeding our own, on an entirely different level; one that most modern people could never fathom.
Could a modern “city-man” look into the eyes of a sabre-tooth cat, then stand tall with his spine tingling, knees shaking while holding a wooden spear without spilling his bladder? Could a modern man forage and hunt for food from sun-up till sun-down with a stone knife or bow and arrow, and feed his family in this fashion every single day? Could anyone look to the wild grasses, flowers and trees and tell what was good to eat, what would heal, or what would surely kill? These questions may need be answered soon if the supermarket is no more; how spoiled are we to welcome a disconnection to our natural ways.
Even more, I wonder if a modern man could look upon the stars and know that he is simply small, but a part of a larger whole. And, further, though he is small, would the modern man know he is still a part of the grand symphony that we all could hear should we simply listen?
I bow to the ancient ones, for they knew their place in the world. And, though we may never understand their logic, the logic they used proved worthy and balanced for thousands of years; a significantly longer amount of time than our modern practices and “luxuries” have known in just the past few centuries. Back then, sugar was sweet.
In this sphere of modern busy life, we must see beyond the stage and into the cast. We are still the same as our ancestors, but so greatly and tragically disconnected from our true source. Spirit requires this ancient connection and natural growth, this memory of reality; of life on this Earth in communion with creation, Hear the song, and simplicity will return to the world.