A few nights ago I attended a short story open mic event. I noted that many of us seemed to collectively be in a mood to reflect and ponder on this world and the space that surrounds us.
A few of my fellow writers’ shared those moments when they realized that the world was far bigger than they could ever imagine and that the space they were gazing out at could well be infinite.
This induced a rather deep and ponderous thought process for me.
I began to study a little deeper the time factor after writing the piece inspired by the phrase ‘Time Died.’
I have been reviewing calendars and when they came into being. I’ve been researching civilizations and when they too began to develop in earnest, and then of course there is my fascination with the written word and its evolution.
And all that I have read over the last few days has sparked the detective in me to try and find out some of life’s little mysteries.
I’m going to begin by following the importance of the Mayan calendar for the moment simply because there are some rather interesting facts that seem to correspond with this particular calendar and the manner by which it tells time and records history.
Five ages, each one 5,125 years approximately in length, have now passed in accordance with the timeline the calendar offers us. The most recent age to have completed its cycle occurred in December 2012. We have now entered the sixth age.
I will try to create a brief timeline based upon the Mayan cycle of an Age.
Mayan culture wasn’t around when these ‘Ages’ began. How is it that the Mayans came upon this knowledge and how is it that they ascertained it meaning that resulted in an exquisitely detailed calendar?
So many questions are slipping through me at this moment.
When did humanity have its ‘Aha!’ moment?
When did we collectively decide to record certain events? When did we begin to see the patterns the stars had mapped out for us?
And then begin to move around this planet based upon their guidance.
What I’ve found is that when I referenced the calendar certain very critical events in our evolution occurred in approximation with the calendar and its timeline.
The hunt was one of the first events to be recorded as many caves worldwide will tell us.
Several old caves containing Stone Age parietal art can be found in central India, South Africa, Australia, Namibia, Argentina and South-East Asia, among other locations around the world.
What occurred to inspire this activity?
When did we collectively begin to draw images of animals and tell stories through song?
Did humankind lay staring at the stars and have that moment of beautiful awareness of what they were and what they could become?
Or did something happen?
Home Sapiens have been around for at least 200,000 some odd years. It appears our species didn’t rush into the idea of civilization.
Like much of the life on this planet they likely lived simply and instinctually.
Much has been said about the Neanderthal and how they in fact died out.
Sure, there were obvious similarities between Neanderthal and Homo Sapiens of the day. There is no doubt that they met and co-mingled.
What would that experience have been like?
Your tribe is roaming this globe in search of food and water. In search of shelter and you come upon another being that looks somewhat like you…but different.
Were they afraid? Angry? Territorial?
And at some point around 35,000 some odd years ago humans began to record things.
Hand prints also began to litter the walls of caves worldwide.
(I was here)
That is the message that reaches out across the span of time. They had found an awareness of who they were and they didn’t want to be forgotten? In the images recorded what is it that they were trying to tell us?
Fabulous drawings began to adorn the walls of caves worldwide.
How is it that this phenomenon struck the inhabitants of this globe collectively?
What event precipitated this sense of keeping records? What instilled the desire and necessity to make it so?
A hand print on a wall is most definitely a record.
The Cave Chauvet in France is one the most pristine caves filled with art in such magnificent detail.
And I have to wonder how it came to be so popular worldwide at that time considering they did not have mass communications…or did they?
Perhaps they did, only it was in a very different format than what we might imagine.
Every culture, every cave dweller would come to know the stars and their importance and they would come to know how to read them in order to note where they were on this planet.
How did they come by this knowledge?
That is why I am convinced that at some point collectively all humans from all the corners of this earth witnessed something quite remarkable.
Did they witness the arrival of the Gods? Visitations perhaps?
Early humans would not have known just how expansive space really was and I can see how they imagined the Gods sitting upon those lofty clouds gazing down at the lot of them.
The similarity in stories world wide regarding the advent of God is remarkabley close. What changes is the interpretation of what was witnessed. This too speaks to human nature.
At one point a few cultures had twelve such Gods running amok. These beings had a variety of skills and powers.
Civilization had been born at this point. A hierarchy had been created to feed it that still exists to this day.
Somewhere along the way the idea of God was whittled down to just one entity.
Strangely or perhaps not, various cultures chose different definitions of this singular God to represent them, protect or define them.
It was in the fourth age that civilization seems to emerged and began form and develop.
And it was during the formation of this civilization thing that time was truly established and cycles were set down.
And how did we come to have the calendar that we currently have? This too has been changed over the course of time.
I had to smile as I read about the above as it seems we’ve really muddled through on recording time and its cycles. From the Roman calendar, which was rather complicated as it only had ten months and the winter season was not included so there were 61 days unaccounted for. Curious. The Julian calendar remedied this by adhering to the lunar cycles. Still there were errors that were corrected when the Gregorian calendar was introduced back in 1532 or thereabouts.
Theories abound! And not all countries adopted the new calendar.
Geometrics then come into play. Between the 3rd and 4th Ages in accordance with the Mayan calendar a whole lot of building began to take place.
We are talking big building! Massive big, man!
Pyramids, temples, Stonehenge…
Again…not just in one location but all over this globe and likely there were many that did not stand the test of time or may well have been destroyed.
Behind the erection of these monuments there seems to have been a underlying call of divinity? Is this when men began to equate themselves as Gods?
The misinterpretation of power.
And we today have the conceit and ignorance to say they did not have the technology to do what they did regardless of the fact that these monuments stand before us as testament that indeed it was done.
Power is and always has been an intoxicating elixir.
Those at the helm of these projects must have indeed felt like gods.
Was this our imminent downfall?
Did we hunger for the knowledge that was bestowed upon us? Did we, in our human condition, decide at some point that we knew better?
Was there some level of anger shown toward the children of the stars sent to instruct us? In our infancy did we demand to much?
And at the moment my imagination is skipping back to the innocence of when awareness truly occurred.
I see a meeting between early humans and star travelers. I see an intense and beautiful curiosity from both.
Did our space travelers ignore their own ‘prime directive’ (i.e. Star Trek) and feed us information that may wall have been forbidden to give?
Were we an experiment on a grand scale?
Where did the knowledge of the early sciences come from?
Mathematics, charting the stars, masonry, architecture?
All of these are exact in their implementation. They must be else wise they fail.
Travel, velocity and art are but conundrums in the grand scheme of things.
This planet hurdles through space on a daily basis. Not two days are ever the same.
And were we, as humans, seeds that were planted amongst the stars?
And I must wonder if we were forgotten in this expanse we know as space.
There are times when as I slip into sleep or begin my ascent from it that the whisper of a long ago time speaks to me.
I was there.
Peace to all of you.
Below are some of the websites I found of interest in putting this piece together. Thanks.