Emergence 3.0 – Section Three, Earth; Part Twenty-one, Migration; Chapter Seven, Ocean

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Day 154, Sunday
June 3rd, 2017

Chapter Seven: Ocean

On thin strips of wood, in fragile dugout canoes, they hurled their bodies onto the rivers and lakes.

They threw themselves into the sea, just as their ancient forebears had done when they crossed the stars.

They were looking for new ways of life among the waves, and currents, and tides, a life on the water.

They were searching for mysteries in the deep, beneath the ever changing face of the water’s surface.

They lived on their little skiffs, casting spears, and nets, and lines with hooks into the water from which they drew their catch.

They spent their days on the water beneath the sun, paddling to and from the shore, diving into the shallows to gather, clams and oysters, and muscles.

They spent their nights under the flowing lights of the stars.

The stars sang to them, each glowing orb with a voice its own, and they imagined a galaxy, every bright light, suspended in liquid, soaring through the ether.

Many were swept away in the accidental crossing of storms.

Some perished.

Others clung to their tiny crafts, their rafts, and found their way to other shores, thousands of miles from home.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Three, Earth; Part Twenty-one, Migration; Chapter Five, Rivers

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Day 152, Friday
June 1st, 2018

Chapter Five: Rivers

The tribes were always moving, always looking for new places, always wandering beneath the stars, moving with the seasons, staying ahead of the weather, moving with the currents of the wind.

They followed the rivers to their source, up the winding streams, tracking down every branch. They followed them to the clear springs from which the water flowed, bubbling up from the deep within the earth.

They followed the flowing water back down their channels, followed their trickles, as they formed creeks and rivulets, became streams that flowed into rivers.

They followed the rivers to the lakes they fed, they camped along those shorelines, fishing, and bathing in sun.

They followed the churning waters, past their waterfalls, and their rapids, following them to the place where they merged with inland seas and oceans.

They founded settlements along the way. From springs and head waters, to the point of each confluence, they made their encampments. They left the markers of their tribes; tokens, totems, and burial mounds, even as they wandered, returning to them in their cycles with the seasons.

Every spring was the birth place of a god, of gods and goddesses emerging from the earth like children from the womb. Water was sacred, every brook was imbued with inherent spiritual power. There were grave penalties in tribal justice for defiling the living waters.

From mountain springs to the delta flow, the rivers were the first markers of tribe’s territory.

The confluence of water ways marked the coming together of tribal alliances, or they became the sources of tribal conflict.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Three, Earth; Part Twenty-one, Migration; Chapter Four, Mountains

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Day 151, Thursday
May 31st, 2018

Chapter Four: Mountains

They gathered the herds and flocks to themselves, each tribe discovering a new way of life with its own animal.

Shepherds, and cowherds, and goatherds, every tribe developed its own way of being with the animals they tended.

They domesticated the wolf, and walked beside the bear as an equal.

They lived with them, led them to water, protected them against all of the dangers of the wild. Their animals became sacred to them, totems of spiritual power.

They gave milk and meat, hides and wool, the totem animal gave everything to the tribes, and the tribes learned to see themselves as extended in the herd.

They lived as symbiotes together.

They led the herds up into the mountains, they scaled the lofty peaks, looking for new pastures, and passes, and crossings to other worlds.

They found themselves in the highest places, they found the sacred in the thin air at the top of the world.

They strode across the icy glaciers, and built fires in the snow. They learned in the collective experience that there was no place on Earth that they could not go.

Only the sky was their limit, and they dreamed of sprouting wings. They dreamed of flying from the mountain tops, of reaching out to the touch the sun and stars.

They remembered the sojourn of their forbears.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Three, Earth; Part Twenty-one, Migration; Chapter Three, Hills

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Day 150, Wednesday
May 30th, 2018

Chapter Three: Hills

Families banded together in migrating tribes, they left the shelter of their caves in the forests, their clearings besides the fountain springs in the valleys and glens, their places of refuge and safe harbor.

They wandered the open plains, and crossed the broad savannahs, invaded the wide deserts, and took to the greening fields.

They climbed to the tops of hills, drawn closer to the stars from which they came, and they counted them.

They piled stones atop one another, fitting them neatly together, building their homes with a wide view of their surroundings.

The humans were looking upward, and outward in search of memories, recalling unconsciously the sojourn of their ancient ancestors.

They rested on the hill-tops, beneath the stars and sun, at the feet of mountains, beside their waterfalls and streams.

As they listened to the sound of the wind through the rocks, and through the grasses, the rhythm of their music changed, and the stories they told took on a new character.

They were safe on the hilltops beneath the open skies.

The tribes organized themselves in new ways, in vertical hierarchies, in accordance with the physical structure of their encampments.

Their migrations took them from hill top to hill top, hunting and gathering the riches of the fields to themselves.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Three, Earth; Part Twenty-one, Migration; Chapter Two, Plains

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Day 149, Tuesday
May 29th, 2018

Chapter Two: Plains

When the sky had cleared, the azure deep had returned. When the paths of the stars were once again visible at night, the families and tribes left the security of the forests, foregoing the great green canopies that had been their shelter.

They looked across the desserts and plains, looked over the tall grasses and steep dunes, exposing themselves beneath the open sky.

They came to worship the sky in its brilliant-blue, its angry-gray. The sky was open to their imagination, wide and oppressing. Its clouds gave them relief from the burning sun and covered them like a blanket in the cold night. It brought the rain, which meant life, and it brought the judgement of the lightning bolt.

There were dangers lurking everywhere in the open spaces. The plains were a place of constant threat, from great beasts and other tribes.

But there was also freedom, of movement, and the joy of wandering, which was something that called to them, it pushed them with an existential imperative.

Survival required constant vigilance, a discipline that was not as great as the life they had lived in the comfort of the forests, and the woodland caves.

They marked their journey with the stars and navigated from place to place by following the brightest beacons shining in the Milky Way

They migrated with the herds and flocks, following them, hunting them, gathering the grains and sweet grasses of the field to add to their feasts.

In the face of every danger they were free, they were a people without care. They clung together for safety, and separated from one another to pursue their own paths, only to return in their migrations to the appointed meeting places, at determined times following the seasons and the movements of the moon and planets.

It was a time of abundance, the tribes were growing, becoming stronger, relearning their ancient ways.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Three, Earth; Part Twenty-one, Migration; Chapter One, Forest

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Day 148, Monday
May 28th, 2018

Chapter One: Forest

Families gathered together in sheltered spaces, a clearing in the trees.

They formed bands, small groups that clung to one another for safety.

They established camps close to the springs that fed the clear streams providing them with the clean water they needed for life, and nourishment.

They built their fires, burning bright, smoking fish, birds, and rabbits. The fed off of any other type of meat that could be taken down with the shafts of their javelins and atlatls, their spears and stones and arrows.

They had returned to the primordial life.

The built small shelters in and around the trees.

They only moved when they had depleted the resources in the area that surrounded them.

Everything was temporary.

When they had burned all of the fuel, eaten all of the nuts and berries, the wild onions and mushrooms, and cleared the region of the living beings they feasted on, then they would move.

Through their story telling the developed the ethos that the migratory life was the path that nature had intended. It was the life of the natural man, it was peaceful and well ordered, and provided the tribal-bands with everything they needed from season to season.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Three, Earth; Part Twenty, Collective; Chapter Seven, Nation

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Day 147, Sunday
May 27th, 2018

Chapter Seven: Nation

Common language, common custom, rituals and religion all conspired to tie people together, just as ligaments connect bone and muscles in the joints of the body. Shared experiences are the connective tissue of human culture.

There are extrinsic and intrinsic movements with the ritual framework. Well executed rituals engage all of the senses.

The best rituals go beyond the physical structure of the world, and join the participant to the inner sanctum of their memories, recalling the ancestral rhythms that move them.

When a ritual is serving its purpose it points the individual to a place beyond themselves, and crates in that person the sense that they are being pulled, or drawn, or called in that direction.

Proper ritual juxtaposes the past and the future, it holds the ancestral memory in tension with future expectation.

When the rites are well executed it creates a space in which the whole community is moved into contact with the cynergenic field. They enter the nous sphere, and they become one.

These are the essential building blocks of group identity and with their perfection came the ability pull all the disparate parts of human culture together.

Nations were formed out of states, building on the foundations of security and prosperity for the people.

The old allegiances of family, tribe, and clan were shifting ever-outward, away from people, into the world of ideas.

The fundamental buildings blocks of human identity were changing. Their National identity transcended their sense of themselves as a member of a family, and even as an individual.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Three, Earth; Part Twenty, Collective; Chapter Six, State

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Day 146, Saturday
May 26th, 2018

Chapter Six: State

The cities gathered towns and villages to themselves, expanding and absorbing them, pulling their people away from their homes, relocating them in the urban centers. Cities did this just as clans and tribes had done with families and kin in past ages.

The bonds that formed were weaker than family bonds. Individually they were weak and flimsy, but like the spokes of wheel, together they supported a structure of great strength, capable of extraordinary movement, Like the spokes of a wheel, both radiating from the center and supporting the outer frame.

In the urban core social power concentrated in the hands of the few, the elite and the strong, the wealthy…the cunning.

The poor and the newly arrived, if they were free citizens they needed representation.

The majority of those living in the urban centers were enslaved, either owned as private property, or they were they property of the state, its institutions and its temples, they belonged ot the war machine.

The free people needed sponsorship, the poor enjoined relationships with the rich, they became clients to their patrons, and these new bonds became formalized into extra-familial systems of societal structure.

This was a new version of a family, famiglia only loosely related to blood ties. Inter marriage and progeny strengthened these bonds, but they were not required.

These were the ancient bonds of vassalage.

They were bonds of the imagination, and bonds of determination. They were bonds of circumstance, and will, not happenstance or hereditary accident. They were forged by choices.

The cities became states, and in the cauldrons of statehood the relationships between all things and beings were redefined and refined.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Three, Earth; Part Twenty, Collective; Chapter Five, City

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Day 145, Friday
May 25th, 2018

Chapter Five: City

Encampments became villages, and villages became towns. The human communities were growing, coming into greater contact with one another, realigning themselves both through necessity and by choice.

Towns grew into cities while people migrated into the urban centers for trade, and work. Individuals pulled away from their families, from their clans and tribes, and pulled into new relationships with merchants, and farmers, and herders of new and different breeds of animals.

They clung together in ever greater numbers, both for protection, and opportunity. Learning from each other news ways of life, the rituals and practices that each group had developed around their totem animals, their symbiotes.

They farmed, they built granaries and the foundations of the city flowed from there, from wellsprings and ziggurats.

The granaries became temples, where the people prayed for and received their daily allotment of feed. Where they stored the fruit of their labor up against times of conflict, drought, disease and famine.

The temples became towers, ziggurats, great platforms that touched the sky, and from which the sages plotted the movement of stars across the heavens. These became the seat of priestly royalty, and the place from which laws flowed, that bound human beings to their place.

Families dispersed, becoming ever less important.

The division of labor ensued.

What became paramount were the relationship the individual had to neighbors and teachers, to systems of patronage and clientage. The individual had the potential to become both everything and nothing, a god-like figure or a slave, to be named in the annals, recalled and remembered, or to be utterly forgotten. To achieve immortality through the songs and sagas of the people, or to become dust and nothing at all.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Three, Earth; Part Twenty, Collective; Chapter Four, Tribe

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Day 144, Thursday
May 24th, 2018

Chapter Four: Tribe

There was safety in the tribe, and the ability to test one’s self through competition with peers.

There was jealousy, yes, and envy. There were customs and taboos that were well established, intending to prevent such things from having a deleterious impact on the life of the group, on its cohesion

There were shared customs, and stories, and rituals in the tribe, things that shaped both the structure of the tribe, and its future. The narratives they spun taught all of its members the means by which they could advance, redress wrongs, recover from injury, hold fast to their position.

The tribal life was essentially democratic, the members of the tribe could come and go as they pleased. There were no laws binding them to their place, there was only duty, obligation, the expectation of those who depended on you.

It was only when the migrations ended, and the tribes became fixed into villages and hamlets, that the notion that people could be treated like property advanced and class sytems became entrenched.

During the time of migrations, men and women were essentially equal, neither was the property of the other, the concept of ownership was alien and everyone had a say in the destiny of the group.

The tribe might be governed by a chief, there could be a de facto leader, especially in times of conflict. That person was more often than not merely the voice of the people, the arbiter, the mediator, the negotiator, and a judge.

In place of the single leader, more often than not, a council of elders held sway over the life of the tribe. The tribe did what it could to give every person a voice, to be inclusive. Everyone was a part of the whole.

Then there were the others.

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