Dust

I witnessed a sanctimonious ceremony on Saturday. It was nothing spectacular but just unusual. Unusual in a sense it is no longer honoured today by many. People of the digital age forget about the Earth. Their speciality lies in cyber space. An invisible platform wired by technology.

Electronic transmission lifts things from the ground; literally. Gone are the days when messages have to travel on foot, a time consuming and ineffective process. News of birth and death arrived almost very late to the unexpecting receiver. But now with a click of a button; an email codified in packages of numbers flows through a complex and undefined dimension to the receiver. It happens in Real time, which means almost instantaneously. How far have we progressed.

Jobless pigeons wander about with no knowledge of a skillful messenger their acestors once was. While humans created a much speedier and compact solution, we simultaneously create the equal number of problems caused by the solutions. Because the solutions provided are mechanical and digital answers that in themselves require to be maintained and improved.

Strangely it is the law of nature that digital solutions are never perfect. Problems arise and new solutions come along. And tied-in with the solution comes more problems. This cycle goes on and on until we have had enough of technology and decide to go back to basic. Maybe a long time from now.

When I witnessed the ground-breaking ceremony of the building of the Earth altar, I noticed that how distant I am from the soil. I have never walked bare-footed on grass before and feel the coolness of Mother's Earth nectar tickling my skin. The very pair of feet that I depend on every second of the day kissing the ground. Without my shoes on, I felt naked but cushioned by the love of Mother Earth.

My business partner and I documented the ceremony on film in the hope of preserving this sacred communion with nature. Everyday we fight against nature. Chopping down trees, building new railways, errecting taller buildings that would one day hit the summit of the world and surpressing our higher-selves from emerging with false hopes and fake happiness.

We need material wealth to satisfy our outer body. As long as I am alive in this present body, I need material comfort. It is also by nature that my stomach growls when I am hungry. I need food. I can't breathe and will suffocate. So I need fresh air. I need water or I will die of dehydration. All these automatically answer the pre-ordained call of nature.

Maybe it is also our nature to use what is naturally available to move forward. On the path to what we arbitrarily believe as progess, we destroy our nature. We also don't fulfill our higher-selves and achieve the internal balance.

Maybe this is the price we have to pay for not understanding our True nature.

Divine blessings for all.