What is in the stars? Is God in the stars? Are they really Heaven amongst the stars? Could it be this, or rather could it be just that the Hebrews and many others who explained this special place we reside as one more special than we could imagine?
Why do people look up and pray to the sky? Why are they simply hoping that something amongst the array of the glittering jewels and unexplainable happenings answers them, curing all their problems and worries?
If you pray, and look up, as Heaven is somewhere supposed to be, do you not realize this “up” is only relative to you? What you call up, what we refer to as up isn’t up at all in many cases yet the up speaks to our personal viewpoint: that we are the center of our world.
In reality, dependant on the spin of the globe, the very position you happen to be in right now – depending on your country of residence is not likely to be facing the direction you would like to think.
If the “up” you are thinking you are is actually down facing, then who are you praying to? Noting this seeing the how we like to define the universe based on our tiny human perspective, and say that the things “down” are only the unspeakable horrors. How we say the afterlife of those who are thrust “down” are those undeserving of life, and or paradise.
There’s nothing to this belief when you take it literally because in every moment, or every day, the up or down is completely and totally different from any other time.
The real dilemma is that we’ve taken our scriptural texts into the literal and called the “heavens” to obey even us, notably the smallest and most insignificant life in even our own solar system, not to mention the entire cosmos.
This speaks to our insecurity. We fear the unknown so we find it easier to bend that which we don’t understand to the limit of our own sensibility. We simplify the universe to conform to our understanding. We turn unavoidable death into our perception of an “afterlife” so that we may be comfortable with the idea of us, or our loved ones venturing somewhere we cannot know.
We, with our grand and especially powerful intellects, are nothing if not fearful creatures.
It’s our insecurities which drive us to define the things that be, creating in that which exists a world we can feel “at ease” living in.
The myths of our “heavens” are simply myths but we would plead them to be just as truth, so that we may not lose our minds pondering the vast wonders of the infinite which encompasses us.
We pray to the stars so that what we’re fearful of- the unknown future, may not be so unknown and that in our hopes it may be tailored to what we wish to occur, leaving out that which we fear.
Eons ago was however a little different, man looked at the stars and imagined in freeness.
The ancient, tribal man through the powers of his imagination was stricken with awe with the world around him- a natural, and vibrant landscape.
He had a respect for this landscape, his home under the stars. He ate, clothed himself, and drank from it. He respected it, and gave it the natural time of recuperation to continue to provide for his family.
Ancient man through the power of his imagination, through induced visions, and dreams, painted a beautiful picture of the universe around him, not to limit, but to understand- to grow and to evolve.
Unlike modern man, the fear of the tribal man was reverence and not that which insecurely attempted to limit the universe into a comfortable bubble of his understanding.
When the tribal man prayed, he prayed with action and lived through insight, with a childish curiosity, being taught by the universe daily the things he should know.
His mind was unsullied by a propensity to label, to limit, or conform events to his needs, he illustrated and observed with a full mind open to learn.
Modern man is not the same. The fear of man causes boundaries in the mind, reducing its ability to learn much unlike the pure freedom of abstract thought of the tribal man brought about through total connection to his surroundings.
Modern man is connected to his theology, disconnected to that which trespasses his chosen theology.
Modern man is connected to Wi-Fi, computer systems, to USB-C, and disconnected with the natural spark of life all around him. He’s boxed in, and closed off- the universe cannot teach him something he has not already learned or found out.
When modern man prays, he prays not to understand the miracle wonder everywhere around him, and spanning long beyond that which he could ever see- he prays for gifts, for material, for favorable circumstances alone.
Tribal man in his prayers enjoyed a true connection with the beyond.
Since this man was the embodiment of what was around him, the mother of life taught him of nature from her own breast. He asked nothing of her than what he duly needed.
We’ve become so disjointed from the universe that we live only according to the world of the mind, the world of our thinking and personal routines. We learn only the things which we agree with already, and see no use from that which disagrees with us- the mother of life’s breast can no longer nurture us.
We feel, and have become unwell, sick both in mind, body and spirit.
We’ve become this because unlike tribal man, we don’t live connected to that which we are: the Earth, the universe, the cosmos- we live apart from it, thinking we can do our own goods.
In this sickness we’ve become weak in mind and body, so what would be for us but to search for a cure? To venture out for that connection that we know that we are missing?
We’re missing much too much of our origin to bear.
We’re missing the natural intent in our prayers.
We’re praying to our imaginative constructions of gods, who in our perspective of use we look to more as Jins.
There is some hope however, but little.
Still some are remembering tribal man, as he is still in our bones, in our genetic material- in the very air we breathe itself.
These are those looking not to the organized stances on the world, not to beliefs of dogmatic transcription and interpretation, but looking beyond and praying outwards while living with prayerful action.
The ones who perceive that we need connection back to the universe, who cast away the limitations of thought that once shackled them- maybe brought about through their fear itself, culture, or parents.
Those who will whisper to the ancient man, and notice his notes. Who will themselves link themselves back into that which we are, one and all one of the very material of the universe itself- eating of it, drinking of it, peering into its thoughts.
Men such as these will burst free from the bubble of fear we as intelligent life have locked ourselves into, and become free, nurtured by the mother of life once more- truly finding themselves without a self.
They may reach out to others to remind them of their past connections to the universe, or they may choose better and live by example merely to go it alone.
Those who break from the scheme of life, the world we’ve inhabited within our own minds alone, will find musical harmony with the vibrant rhythm of life.
They will pray with scensairty asking for nothing at all but to be heard and loved.
The modern tribalist will have real awareness that he knows nothing at all. That he has never needed for anything, so his prayers will reflect that he only the wishes to be, and receive love as that which only ever was and has been.
Hopefully, you will one day pray with a true sincerity, returning yourself to the ancient wisdom of the tribal man.