Dancing Shards

Greetings,

Years later down in the southern province of Suhag in Egypt where King Scorpion lived 5,300 years ago I worked with archeologists discovering clay tablets recording taxes on oil and linen; a special material ancient Egyptians considered ritually pure under the protection of the goddess Tayt.

The hieroglyphics, line drawings of animals, plants and mountains, revealed stories of economies and commodities. Ancient writing.

In Nevali Cori we found 9,000 year old shards of pottery depicting dancers.

“These images,” a team of metaphoric diggers said, “reveal a fictional common ancestor creating as a way to integrate their community.”

“Anything else?” as my camel hair brush cleaned pottery shards.

“Well,” one on his hands and knees said sifting through valuable dust, “we surmise these images established a collective discipline among members of their community. See how the figures are holding hands? What do you see now?”

“I see a circle of movement. A connected unity, a language in space.”

“It’s more than that,” said an expert. “There are five rhythms in dance. You start with a circle, it’s a circular movement from the feminine container. She is earth.”

“Really?”
“Yes, then you have a line, from the hips moving out. This is the masculine action with direction. He is fire.”

“Ok.”
“Chaos is next, a combination of circle and lines where the male and female energies interact. This is the place of transformation.”
“I see. And then?”

“After chaos is the lyrical, a leap, a release. This is air. And the last element of dance is stillness. Out of stillness is born the next movement.”
“Ah, a space language.”

A language dies on the planet every two weeks. Humans sing oral traditions. They share seasons, celebrations, rites, magic and ceremonies.

Historians have the job of trying to understand what happened through time. Anthropologists have the job of understanding how people told their stories.

Mircea Eliade, a historian of religions, once stated, “Myths tell only of that which really happened.”

Busy doing my work, listening and collecting. Neurons are firing on all cylinders. Seven trillion human cells dance. It requires a mindfulness.

Corrections flash flickering beams of incandescent auras, pulsating magnetic fields evolving shards, dance, myths and evolution of intention.

Peace.