Deep in the Amazonian jungle once lived a tribe never seen by others. Their society was completely closed off and separate from the outside world. With no other to tell them differently, they lived as they saw fit. Their minds worked in unison, each person fully aware of the other’s needs, fully aware of the one consciousness that was tribe.
Of course, as human nature goes, eventually, they sought guidance. Sought; for something higher than themselves to explain the mysteries of their existence, for with one mind, one view, and no other influence, no new knowledge could be obtained from within the tribe.
Mm, what is it do you suppose they sought? What did their collective imagination conjure to symbolize and embody something greater than they? Something powerful.
One would assume if all they knew was each other and the natural world around them that perhaps they thought to take the best of what they were and saw and combine them. It is understandable that they could only make use of what they knew. But why do you think, given they were trying to create something powerful, that they would include aspects of themselves, mere humans?
Living so closely with and dependent upon nature and its gifts their knowledge of such things would have been substantial, but not complete. So, ’tis easy to believe any unknown qualities of nature would be attributed with a mystical quality. Did they include nature in their symbol hoping to use its knowable qualities? Or did they hope to release its mystical qualities? Either way, it was all they had, and they needed it, so perhaps they thought it best to honor its power over them.
Mm, and power is what they truly but unknowingly wanted. They sought to harness the power of nature, to capture and hold it, for their own. Hence the inclusion of their own human aspects, symbolically binding nature to them, for even humans of that age secretly believed themselves greater than all else. But this the members of our little tribe did not see. They believed they were creating something to aid them. So, they built their symbol, their totem, and it was the totem they began to look to for help rather than each other.
Slowly the one consciousness diminished. Some came to believe they had a greater connection to the totem than others. A spiritual hierarchy formed, division and segmentation made their ugly way through the tribe. Mistrust and anger replaced unity, and the confusion of these emotions drew each mind back to the totem for answers. Its power grew not from the bestowing of blessings but from human fear.
Of course, no true answers to their predicament were found. The totem remained still and silent amongst the growing chaos. Some members came to believe the totem to be affected by the presence of those less understanding of the totem and its power. Perhaps their exile would improve the situation. So, physical division began. Small groups left all they had known to seek their own way, make their own power.
Of course, not fully realizing that in such an environment their smaller numbers equaled a smaller chance of survival. Many died and the survivors, perhaps believing their demise to be caused by the rejection of the original totem, began to return home, but home was no longer the same.
The totem still stood, its presence still revered, but access to it was now restricted. It was guarded day and night by men, those who claimed to know its power better than any, and blessings sought had to be directed to the totem through them, but only if their greater minds approved.
Do you see beloved children how easily mystical power was harnessed to mans to in turn create physically powerful men and a spiritual hierarchy?
Stories such as this, repeat through all times and cultures, for all seek to know more and be more than they are, and few believe themselves capable without aid. Mm, so, how can the repetition cease?
Well, we can tell you there is no need of symbols, no need to grasp at powers outside yourselves, but we know their temptation calls you, and ’tis no sin to be tempted. We ask, only, that you take great care with what you allow to be your totem and even greater care of those who wish to share it. For there will always be higher power in the unity of man than in its division. More power in flesh and blood than stone and wood.
And so, to our little tribe. Do you wish to know its fate? For the answer is readily found.
Rise now to find your reflection. Look deep into your own eyes, and there, just there, deep within, lies the fate of the tribe. Alive now in the eye of the seeker.