Everybody wants to go to
Well, of all of the people I know;
let’s just put it that way.
Suffice it to say, that the numbers are noteworthy; lots of people spending lots of money.
Lots of people want to go to
What I’m saying is , that from the U.S., thousands and thousands of people per year travel to the ‘old country’ and oooh and aahhhh at the grandeur and antiquity of old Europe; Rome, Paris, Athens, London, Heidelberg, Vienna……
There’s also a sizeable number traveling to
The grand cities of history; cultural hubs of a growing world, nests of the Euro-Anglo-Saxon tribe, the genetic mixing bowl of homo sapiens, the Petri dish of Mesopotamia, the fallen fruit of Egypt, orchards of Dead Sea plains;- land of musings by sunstroke dreamers.
Taken back to it’s primary spark, mankind has sprung from seed planted in a dusty dry land and branched into the monstrous tree that it has become. In it’s infancy a guide apparently came to the fore with parameters for living. ‘He’ is claimed by several names and known as several identities, but there are a couple of possible sources on the table, so in essence, we’ll leave that there for now, since that point of pedanticy doesn’t much matter at this juncture, though I shall illucidate that further deeper into the story. Right now I’m looking at a bigger picture.
Now I personally believe that from the most miniscule twitch of consciousness, mankind is basically a benevolent creature. At his best, in his peace, in a perfect world, mankind would be a pacifist, a creator, an explorer, a tribal member, a provider, a father, son and husband.
His psyche would be simple, with food more or less perpetually on his mind. Oh there’d be a d’alliance, and a game, a moment for joy or sadness, time for love or thought, perhaps even wonder, but for the most part, I’d say he’d be on the chow patrol
pretty much full time.
If we were to envision our man, and his family in a tribe living in a gentle environment; let’s say a warm one, by the ocean or sea, surrounded by lush vegetation; one with plentiful natural fruit, and wildlife that wasn’t too intimidating; the men would characteristically have been sent out to hunt and gather, though I believe that it was more along the hunting line that the men gravitated towards;
easy enough to see why.
Men would have been unencumbered by child, and would be more available to attack and kill a hapless rodent or fowl or such, while the women, clutching offspring would be protective and cautious of their baggage and moving slower, thereby more suited for fruit, egg, or other less arduous collecting tasks. The kids would have been included too, so, we can go with that without too much ado.
The male of the species, was therefore by logic and history deemed to be the hunter, and was consigned to figure out how to secure and overcome the beast of his choice. Were it me, I would conclude that wrapping my head around the idea of manhandling a deer to the ground somehow and extinguishing it’s life force with my bare hands would have given rise to the invention of a weapon in no time, though I would certainly have grabbed a nearby rock and popped Bambie in the brain with it soon into the exercise.
I would also figure that as a virgin beast slayer I would have had to become fairly brutal and merciless in my practice of this burgeoning talent, and that that inclination towards the thoughtless and unhesitating wielding of death at virtually any moment would have doubtlessly have had a severe effect on my psyche.
But again, since men are accepted as being predisposed to such matters of dominance and violence more readily than women, it would go without saying that men who were inclined to be more passive, would have found themselves motivated, if not inspired, to be and become more ‘alpha’ by mere virtue of his role as hunter, protector and provider, as well as by his hormonal drives and realizations of procreation and the need for same.
Psychologically it has become popular theory that this is in fact so, and has a lot to do with testosterone, build, and glandular predisposition towards dominance.
Whether by choice or by genetic code, the male of the species became the blood letter of our roots. His ability to feed his family was determined by his degree of skill and attitude, and the defense of his tribe would soon be part and parcel of that too. If only for defending from wild predators,’ Joe Lascaux ‘ would get his mojo into gear pretty darn quick I’d say. One could safely say that this behavioural requirement would soon rub off on him and become a given permanent psychology for survival.
Humans lived a pretty rugged life for a long time. From those early days mankinds survival continued to hang in the balance against the forces of nature, and the size of a tribe determined it’s ability to survive against the odds, as it had done throughout the stone age periods.
Even in those primal days men were killing each other wantonly.
I say men, because women warriors were all but completely absent from virtually all of histories wars, and let’s face it, knowing what I know about women, I can safely say that for the most part, it just isn’t in their nature to war upon each other;
that’s just more of a ‘male’ thing okay?
In any case, it was survival by wits, brute force and adaptability. It was also by tribal strength, and numbers obviously had everything to do with that quotient.
Just imagine yourself as this early homo sapien. You’d survived the hardships of cave dwelling long enough to reach your 20’s, you’d improved your talent at fire keeping, beast slaying and breeding. Life was good. You’d found that a section of a carcass left nearby the fire had become rather more edible, you’d also found that straw and grasses made your night time hours more bearable, and that keeping the fire going through the night kept creatures away and kept you and your tribe warm to boot. The cave offered warmth and security, and gave everyone a sense of belonging too. It’s good to be King.
Suddenly with so much comfort and leisure time you found yourself peering into the night sky without the trepidation of years gone by. You began to notice the moon, the stars, the passage of the heavens across the sky and the waking of the day.
Your neighbourhood was no longer such a terrible threat, you actually started to include Mr. Tree and Miss Rock into your scheme of things and began regarding them as real and worthy parts of your daily world; veritable entities no less. As your awareness of yourself increased, your awareness of your surroundings did too, and the inclusion of all elements of your reality enticed you to befriend them and begin communicating with all that existed inside and outside of yourself.
Anyone who’s spent any time in the woods will understand exactly how that works.
Within a couple of days one rapidly starts with;
“Good Morning Mr. Bluebird”
“Hey there Mr. Redwood”
“How the heck are ya Mr. Oak ?! “
Whether real or imagined, we automatically attribute personae onto the things around us.
We talk to them, we acknowledge their presence, and we make our peace with them.
We also, through identifying them, learn to respect them;
“ Oooops, sorry Mr. Snake, here, let me just sneak away over in this direction,
Sorry to have disturbed you “ ( thinks, ‘Oh mama, git me outta here’ )
But our sense of ego and self would encourage us to develop a duality;
a division between what we say and what we think.
A woodsman may incorporate the two directly when picking or cutting or killing to the effect that he may find himself apologizing for taking a life.
I know I’ve done it.
“ Sorry Mr. Hydrangea, I need to cut off this old leaf, it’s cramping the other leaves, trust me you’ll be healthier for it in the long run; Who’s yer Daddy ? “
Joe Lascaux would have wandered around his piece of the forest, content and masterful of his domain, well fed and feeling good. He would find more time to breed, and that was a good thing, his tribe was getting bigger and stronger as a result of that and that too was a good thing. I won’t go into how he figured that part out at all, but the culinary and survival talents of the tribe were becoming quite pleasing, and he would find himself feeling masterful and dominant.
Until a dirty great beast came rampaging into his camp that is.
Then he would have to summon the old killer instinct and take care of business.
No prob. He and his boys were getting good at this by now, so a marauding invasion of jungle roaming nomads merely became another test for their skill with club and rock.
But, there, into his peaceful domain, came a threat from another tribe that perhaps had mistakenly wandered into Joe’s camp.
That first encounter has set the stage for an entire civilization.
Joe would have been surprised.
At first it’s likely that he would have been very curious too.
He would certainly have stopped what he was doing, and looked around to see if his tribe was nearby. His tribe would have been alarmed and would most likely have fled the scene in fear, while his fellows would have stayed.
Perhaps several of the other men came to take a gander at the newcomers and perhaps they circled each other for a while, sniffing, and looking each other up and down trying to grok the essence of the intruders. They may have looked different, had different bodily features and different apparel. They may have been carrying different weapons.
Let’s say it was a hunting party that had ventured into new territory in pursuit of prey.
At first this may not have been a confrontation but an astonishing realization.
But knowing men as I do, especially unsophisticated un-evolved men, it would be easy to see how this meeting deteriorated and turned into a war.
It may have started as a mere curiosity by one of the intruders. I say intruders because I believe that Joe Lascaux would have felt intruded upon, given that his entire world was his ‘kingdom’ and that he was the master of his ’kingdom’.
So let’s imagine that the curious intruder gingerly moved towards the exciting aromas emanating from the area around the fire pit, and the carcass that was roasting there.
What happened next doesn’t take too much imagination.
Barney Trouble reached for the leg of lamb, Joe Lascaux intercepted him, and grunted.
Well Barney was full of himself and nothing else so his designs of hunka meat were NOT going to be deflected, so he pushed Joe in the face, grabbed yon side of meat and smacked ol’ Joe in the head with it.
Joe grabbed his club, opened up Barney’s skull, and that was all there was to it..
Typical. Surely you’ve seen an argument turn into a brawl. MEN do it all over the world all the time. Not Women. MEN
Testosterone contest.
Festa di Braggadocio.
Understandable enough, human enough and perfectly forgivable.
By accident one tribe stumbled onto another. By accident, one tribe offended another.
Sure, Joe was defending himself,
and Barney was merely reacting instinctively to another living being for the purpose of survival. He had perhaps came from a less advanced part of the ‘family’ tree; a less fertile section of the valley, a less opulent area of the flora and fauna banquet; and were hunting to survive.
Found ol’Joe.
Got whiff of that shishkebab and that was the end of that.
Or shall I say the BEGINNING !
Barney was killed, but his buddies wiped the floor with ol’ Joe and took control of the tribe, the women, the cave, and everything in it.
It was a matter of life and death. Homo sapiens attacked his own.
It’s easy enough to understand, can’t claim to not get it, but I wonder how civilization would have turned out if Barney had just sat down and drooled for a while and made his honchos do the same. Ol’ Joe might’ve warmed up to the idea . If Barney hadn’t been such a pushy, macho slob, he might have saved mankind from decimating itself.
Now it’s obvious to us who did what. Barney intruded into Joe’s little world.
He didn’t necessarily mean to, it just happened.
Hell, he couldn’t help how good that meat on a stick smelled,
nor could he help his reflex to just lunge at it.
We wish he had, since after all he was the ‘guest’.
Except that social convention, etiquette and manners hadn’t been established yet,
So men being men; started a never ending war right there in the primordial forests, and men STILL being men, are, with as much brainlessness and lack of social convention as ever; still fighting it.
If ol’ Joe could’ve been more patient he might of deflected the intrusion, and turned it into a joining of tribes; God knows he needed a few good men.
But he didn’t.
He didn’t really know better.
Barney, when it’s all said and done, didn’t know any better either;
each had automatically seen the other as a threat to survival.
That is when the War of Humanity began.
They had an excuse. Out and out ignorance.
At what point did we become civilized ?
We haven’t.
Meanwhile the tribes of the land grew, and expanded and moved, or whatever.
Time passed.
All of the miracles of the day, came and stayed.
Pottery, cloth, domestication of animals, planting and harvesting,
home building and the rest of the stuff of civilization gradually came to be
withthe active evolving tribes.
It’s safe to say that the tribes were self governing, with elders more or less
at the head of the system.
Occasionally with the more brutish offshoots of mankind, the head of the tribe would be a younger, more violent bully, and within those realms, the warrior tribes would naturally take over the peaceful ones.
Power was assumed and fought over.
Why?
Why couldn’t mankind have learned to co-exist with other tribes as well as it did within it’s own ? if in fact it did; I’m presuming that that was the case, since tribes did grown and become towns, they obviously didn’t kill each other off.
But the memory of moving in on someone else’s turf was a real and viable part of some tribal codes. There’s no doubt about it. Even at this early, infantile juncture of civilization, we were headed for trouble.
As I said, life was tough for these young branches of the Humanity tree.
Life expectancy was pretty short, so the elders were few and far between; meaning that the greater profile of the world’s population was young; under 40 with the youth naturally enough dominating the cultures, the wars, and the work forces.
Despite the affliction of death by sword, illness, or starvation, civilization survived; but it was in trouble. The Ancient Egyptians are the first, most historically noteworthy civilizations. They took their animism and idolatry and added their Kings to the list of Gods requiring devotion and service. During which time they created some of the, well, in their day, the ONLY wonders of the World. They were warriors, conquerors, builders, sailors and slave owners.
They were not spurred by religious bigotry but by the general savagery of powerful nations conquering weaker nations.
Then somewhere into this a messenger brought a different message. It has been touted to this day as THE word of God, spoken by God and turned into ten stone etched phrases of spiritual law; though who actually carved them, or dictated them the first time could be considered open to conjecture, since none of the early religions touting these ten phrases can even agree as to what they said, meant or by whom they were given.
Either way, that premise alone has been the core of humanities war against its self ever since.
Given that it is said that Moses supposedly re-carved them after smashing them in a rage,
he may very well have carved them himself in the first place.
At night, in his tent, set off from the rest of the sleepers, perhaps camouflaged among the noise of the tinkers, or cobblers or what have you, he may have pre-carved them, and had them delivered by scout to the rocky crags of Mt. Sinai ahead of the throng; so as to return from his little hiking trip up on the slopes with a fantastic tale of a Supreme Being who later became known as God.
Now don’t be getting’ all worked up about this, it really doesn’t matter that much either way, since the actual working premise would still remain, the goodness and paternity of the fatherlike Moses.
Personally, it would fit into the haphazard un sensational growth patterns of the homo sapiens just fine if it was as I suggest, and here’s why.
One could figure that Big Daddy Moses was a really good father. His actions show no less. He would have become familiar with the God concepts of the Egyptians and an imaginative guy could take that one step further and envision himself as a God too.
Moses was in a way as equal a God to his people as any of the Egyptian Pharoahs were,
But he was also as much of a ‘righteous dude’ as the next guy and was in effect a hands on kinda guy, a plebian; so he couldn’t just ‘lord’ it over on his flock.
He loved them, he cared for them, he served them and fathered them, and without too much ado, trudging around in the hot sand, he came up with an outer expression birthed by his inner responsibility to his people.
Now it goes without saying that what we’re told and what it was are very likely to be entirely different, and the talk around the tents and campfires under the seclusion of night, were likely about a lot of things that aren’t recorded.
It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if there was a rumour that Moses was a God, by virtue of having lived with a ‘God’:- his adopting father, or at the very least the masses would have been suspicious, suspectful or superstitious and attributed hierarchical status upon him just to play it safe.
You know how people talk.
Around the camp fire.
Starving to death in the middle of some desert some where, suffering from heatstroke, malnutrition, fear, desperation, despair. A regular perambulated Gordian knot of psychological weaknesses.
But he wasn’t a Pharoah, so how could he ever get his people to pay attention to him, even if he hadn’t heard the rumours, which is doubtful. Since he’d taken them all under his really huge wing, he had to have just been bleeding inside for each of them and their plight.
Brilliant !
He figured it out and executed it.
He carved the stone plaques, sent them on ahead, wandered off alone into the foothills of Mt. Sinai till he found the scout , who was waiting, with a signal fire, or who’d left a trail, or maybe there were two scouts:- one tablet apiece,
or four who traded off to rest the other.
Simple enough. Heck, I even thought of it and I’m not Moses.
So he gets his mitts on the stone etchings, well, I would’ve had the boys bring them as close to edge of the camp as possible, then carried them in myself.
The doctrine or postulates of these etchings were incredibly insightful.
“ Thou shalt not have false idols “
Clearly a protest of Egyptian lore, within which he had grown up, and which had concocted some pretty bizarre entities as Godly figures, many of which were various combinations of humans with animal heads.
In his sincere most heartfelt concern for his flock, Moses knew that to get any effect at all, he needed to make this God he was touting into a huge, almighty and supreme entity.
Without that, he knew his people would collapse into the earth.
He knew them well. His heart was obviously in a good place. He was clearly very wise for his years and could have decided that the easiest way to get his people to obey him was to tell them that he had been told by this being so enourmous that it had created the Universe. Furthermore the best way to convince them of that was simply to say so.
So he did.
Then he forbad them to think otherwise.
Excuse me ?
I don’t think that the Ten Commandments came from any ‘God’.
NO God I know ever says things like that. It just isn’t Godly.
In fact God told me that it was NOT him !!
“ Thou shalt not have false idols”???!!
That is the product of an ego, NOT a God.
God isn’t insecure.
HE isn’t threatened by some clay statuette or other.
Those things amuse him.
HE would never dictate something as meaningless or ego based as
“ I am the ONLY God “
They DON’T do it.
I think Moses worked them up after choking on too much dust
and spending too much time in the hot sun.
Moses sounds like a bit of a tripper. Doesn’t he sound a little bit like Jim Jones ?
Take a bunch of people out into the wilderness, isolate them, deprive them, weaken them;
in an inhospitable environment with no way to escape ?
In those circumstances people are very vulnerable. Survival deprivation is a very powerful tool, just ask any of the victims of prison time.
Were the ten commandments merely the sunstroke babblings of a power tripping fascist;
a by product of a damaged adoptee, child of circumstance to a domineering Egyptian ruler, and the creation he birthed after he’d grown and been stuck with a mountain of responsibility in his lap?
But again, let’s just say that Moses was a good guy who produced, because of his connections and who he was, a well intended set of behavioural codes which were separate and apart from any others that had existed within the experiential lifetimes of the other people around him.
Well, let’s face it, either way there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot else going on anywhere, and after dragging everyone out into the desert and subjecting them to perpetual survival at it’s worst; whatever Moses said, was likely never protested or even examined too closely by anyone until the power heads of nearby nations got wind of this ‘plan’.
Then like men, they each wanted to claim it as their own.
The original presentation of concern, nay command, though obviously biased, was taken to even further degrees; modified, converted, and distorted; without too much imagination or alteration I might add; into various permutations of the same message.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Peace Out,
Radical Priest,
Reverend Michael Valentine Goldsun
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