I am writing to you now, for your sake, in your rescue, should you feel like us, that the world as we know it is heading to nowhere and nothing good.
I am, hereby, regarding you mature and addressing you that way, disregarding the pathologically infantile world you also managed to peek your head out of for air, fresh air. Because there’s a lot of off-gassing in the sickly destructive and self-destructive, inhumane, but “oh-so-comfortable” and advanced world humanoids managed to build for themselves – the word creation should be reserved to good, universally beneficial initiations, in my opinion. And I would like to offer you too an escape route to safe grounds (funny enough I first typed sage grounds).
I say you are mature, for it does take considerable self-control and self-discipline to start saying “no, thank you” to modern life’s countless conveniences that have increasingly started creeping on us as mandatory features of our day-by-day existence. I congratulate you for the sobriety and awareness you have managed to never let fall asleep or to rekindle by some wake-up-call event. Either way, it means you have begun to doubt the selflessness of the establishment, technology or industry at large in their all-time dealings with you.
And you start to feel an uncomfortable itch or a squeezing sensation in your chest, your intuition signaling that something which is yours, is gradually slipping out of your hand, of your control, that your freedom rights are being stripped from you. And it’s not because someone smarter and more skilled than you is kindly volunteering to offload some responsibilities from your shoulder.
Oh no, you want those responsibilities to yourself. They are the ones defining you as an independent person with plenty of common sense, who can well take care of her- or himself.
These are malignant attempts by conspiring entities shrouded in lies thick as a dense fog to have us lose each-other first, than lose ourselves, our dignity as divine beings, our hope and everything until they can manage to degrade us to not even cogwheels in a machinery, but chips serving an operating system, into something more virtual than real. The sinister plan is clearer by the day, but it takes maturity and strong enough personality to realize that one got in a trap, to comprehend its entanglement with one’s own life and to muster the energy for the fight out of it.
But enough of them and their resolutions, it’s counterproductive to give them any more attention and, therefore, energy. Let’s talk about your way out.
Simplify – we call it, which is another thing that takes growing up to.
Maybe even more maturity than all of the above. Why? For instance because it necessitates the great courage of stepping out of one’s previous comfort zone – however miserable, inhuman and unnatural it may have been.
It presumes taking things back in your hands in earnest and in a very literal sense, in the form of skills. Of course, here I mostly refer to those simple-life skills that help tie you back into nature, where everyone belongs. They might just not be ready yet – ironically enough.
However, we are not at loss when looking for inspiration. And instead of looking far away in a geographical sense, rather look far behind in time within your own cultural realm, re-acquiring the best applicable practices.
At the moment, I’m reading Géza Gárdonyi’s My Village (Az én falum) out loud to my daughter. To introduce her to what village life looked like, what villagers behaved like, to form an understanding of peasants’ soul at the end of the 19th century in Hungary, when and where the book was written and published.
It’s especially interesting for us to hear these short stories, because we also live in a village that still shows signs of that era, since it too has grown out of that cultural heritage.
Those were times when children of the countryside mostly walked barefoot to school, some did so all year round, yes, even in snow, without causing consternation of any sort and the better-to-do families’ children were jealous of their barefooted classmates since they themselves weren’t allowed to not wear shoes. In our family we walk barefoot in the house and around the property, whenever possible – much to the surprise and amusement of our fellow villagers, who haven’t walked barefoot for at least two-three generations back.
Kids (and not only kids) those days could still marvel at simple, nevertheless wonderful things, events, like the sudden appearance of a beam of sunlight in the classroom (the writer happened to be a teacher in that village at the time), the return of the first swallow or stork in spring, whom they greeted cheerfully with specific rhymes. People had close relationships with the spirit world, which the majority nowadays would denounce as naivety, but in fact they were just seriously, genuinely sensitive and their souls wide open to what was passed down to them orally.
The villagers were by no means saints or void of weaknesses, yet their souls were closer in purity to that of young children of any epoch even today.
Which gives us a lot of hope by itself: it means that our role models in this aspect, our youngest, are always there for us to take after in immaculateness, if only we open up again to that childlike innocent (not infantile) world view, at least upon a call for it. There is a lot of wisdom in doing so, as sensitivity is not a shortcoming, but strength, a virtue to have. You’ll realize this in your own awakening , if you haven’t yet. This kind of reacquired neuroplasticity may well transmute into other cell, tissue, organ plasticity too, which translates as rejuvenation or happier, longer life in a youthful body. Think about that!
Rest assured, in the process of simplifying your life you do not need to, in fact you shouldn’t lose yourself, however you will likely learn a great deal. In other words you’ll find your more complete self, with aspects you haven’t even known existed as capabilities, affinities, sensitivities, aptitudes within this greater you. Yes, some habits, skills, practices will not be needed anymore, so you undress of those, adjusting as you go. But you remain you all along, only climbing the ladder towards embodying your divine self – which is something to be humbly proud of.
In this particular way of searching for happiness and self-fulfillment, living simply, so in a way that is also to the pleasure of all divine realms from the angels to the Creator and respects the well-being of the elementals, one shall form healthy boundaries in the grade of simplification, so that it remains within what is enchanting for heart and soul.
The idea(l) is not the bare-bone, sternly simple, ’cause that could easily draw unhappiness, dissatisfaction, even boredom with it.
You see, nature herself is infinitely complex. In the rarest cases do we find featureless landscapes and it may turn out those had something to do with human intervention, dilapidation before.
Albeit nature always manages to remain natural, whenever allowed – God forbid encouraged, supported -, so true to herself. And that’s our goal as well, to be true to ourselves within being faithful to nature, treating her as Heaven on Earth, or at the very least like she has the potential for it and we are the potentiators.
Another observation easy to make in the wilderness, is that no matter how multilayered, complex she may be, Mother Nature never fails to exhibit harmony and not only that, but she does it an artful way with immeasurable creativity, giving birth to breathtakingly beautiful oeuvre.
Now implement that artful natural complexity true to your local landscape and ancestral cultural heritage, true to yourself and yourselves as a community, and you’ll have achieved the kind of meaningful simple living in nature I am proposing. Admittedly, this is easier said, than done.
We just watched a video of an ecological community, a self-organized eco-village in the Balkans. Keep in mind, it could have been placed anywhere. People with good intention creating artful natural homes, eating organically grown food at long communal table, discussing common goals by it, yet lacking tremendously in a score of things.
Such are the missing common traditions they could together reach back to, analyze, synthesize and reimplement in the now, including the mastery of using the power of symbolism in ornamental motifs – everything may be pretty on its own, but on a whole does not hold together in harmony and ends up as an ego-center. And common traditions that form a seamless continuum between by-gone centuries, as roots, and the budding now, so that the hope of a healthy canopy can be foreseen for the centuries to come, has the strongest conserving, keeping power of all, in my opinion. Otherwise an initiative can easily break up into parts and tumble away in history’s winds.
Eco-communities like this one, often consisting of highly educated people with commendable thought processes, deliberations, still tend to have the failure of not scrutinizing enough the materials used on the premises be it in architecture, landscape architecture or just pure art installations. They bring in all sorts of second-hand objects and repurpose them, considering they are actually doing the right, good thing and that’s how plastic tarps end up covering greenhouses (which feature arguably you shouldn’t even need) and used rubber tires as building blocks of retaining walls or shelter for fish in a pond. Same way poly fleece blankets with their microfiber fuzzes are employed by mixing cob in – this is a total incompatibility of worlds to me.
Then there is the perhaps most obvious incongruence of people preaching ecology and naturalness – when they wear all the same clothes, like everybody else including those, who could care less than worrying about a natural, livable future for humanity. It’s sad! And it happens all the time. Such people would go as far as donning hippy, trampish, multilayered clothing with unmatching colors. A clear sign of confusion and lack of self-respect, or respect for Nature, for that matter.
You only need to start washing your own clothes by hand and watch those artificial dyes bleed into the wash water to start questioning your garment choices.
Are those dyes all natural? Good, they can be safely poured on the ground.
Is it a blend of artificial dyes? Would it ever be safe to raise fish for eating in the wastewater treatment pond where such water is let into? Would I ever feel comfortable feeding the wastewater neutralizing plants to my goats, cows or pigs? Would I even feel comfortable drying and burning those plants that have hopefully filtered the nasties out of my wastewater then? Will my family and animals inhale the toxins straight into our lungs, will the entire property be covered by its thin veil what the smoke particulates form on the ground as they fall out? What will I do about the ashes with good conscience? See, if you stop to think more complexly of such “simple” choices as what to put or what not to put on, a whole big can of worms may open up.
After all, if we can agree that the body is the temple of our soul and we take good care of both, it logically follows that clothing, like the roofing of a temple should also be taken the same good care of, each part shall be indicative of the others, combined to form an organic whole.
In our case it means switching to clothes made of all natural fibers (animal or plant origin), their colors to be given by natural, local and humanely harvested dye stuff, style-wise tailored to fit exactly our body and creative ideas which are also expressive of our cultural heritage. Finally we should – as quickly as possible – get to the stage where we and/or some people in our own community together have a vast enough array of skills that fully cover clothes making from raising the plants and animals for fiber or hide, processing those into yarns, threads and textiles or leather, to tailoring and adorning garments that is customized to each individual’s needs and likes.
By now you can surely understand that going simple takes growing simple.
Is it worth it? Every day invested in it. Because living simply (which is to say naturally and beautifully) is the only way to freedom. And since freedom cannot stand dishonesty or lies, people enjoying freedom will also be able to claim highly moral, just, guilt-free living for themselves – as long as they keep their integrity and devotion to divine order, that is.
To say that we ourselves (my family) have achieved all these, would be a gross overstatement, however we do have decades-worth of experiences in the process with usable blueprints to help you along.
So what are you waiting for, awakener?! Simplify!