Nature teaches me about the meaning of sacredness.
Earlier this week nature taught me a lesson. You could say this was a lesson about the birds and the bees. A cat sprung in front of me catching a bird, I reacted by frightening the cat, the bird flew to freedom. Later, a bee upon the concrete ground in front of me, I moved to a flower. At the time I was contemplating my relationships with people, the bird and bee seemed to impart to me a lesson on sacredness.
In 2011 the UK Government forced upon its citizens an intrusive census asking amongst its many questions my religion. Illegally I refused to participate in the census, and was one of millions missing from that census, which I got away with without being prosecuted. I hold my spirituality as sacred to me, it is none of anyone’s business what my spirituality is, especially my nosy Government.
Sacredness is an existential experience felt by the individual. I, the bird and the bee entered into a sacred relationship. This sacred experience was meaningful to me, but is meaningless to anyone else, which is why some may have interest and most won’t care what I experienced with the bird and bee.
In The Little Prince a fox explains to the prince that amongst all the billions of roses one rose was special to that prince; it was a tamed rose; both prince and the rose had taken each other into themselves, it was a sacred relationship that made the rose special to the prince in a way that was different from all the other roses; rose and prince needed each other, a deep connection of meaning, that if one vanished the other would be left with a gaping hole in themselves.
Sacredness is a walled garden, a meaningful experience inside the self, which has no meaning to anything but the self and that which is part of the sacred experience. My spirituality is a sacred connection with self, nature and my ancestors, it is of no concern to others, or my Government. There is a sacred connection between rose and prince, and is of no concern of others. I experienced a sacredness between St Davids Cathedral in Wales and myself a few years ago, nobody else cares or needs to know of my existential experience with St Davids.
I have become sacred to bee and bird because in their little minds everything is one, and I am part of that experience of oneness, thus I am part of the bee and bird, significant because I had enhanced their existence in some way. My imagination gives me a different consciousness to the bird and bee, I have a sense of I as separate from the universe; the bird and bee which connect to the whole universe connects me to the universe in my sacred relationship to themselves.
Spirituality is about being rooted, connected to self, ancestors and nature. You tug at a blade of grass the whole universe is tugging back. Since you are part of the universe, you do harm to an animal, you do harm to yourself; if you ignore the suffering of a living thing, you disconnect yourself from everything. The rootless human is without connection to the universe, they enslave themselves to superficial appearances and material objects such as money, cars and lipstick. Rootless people disconnect themselves from nature, these people are blind to nature, self and ancestors; disconnected people feel no sacredness, they walk around as empty shallow creatures sickening everything they touch. Sacredness is about connection, and it is a sacred experience of one with the universe. The bee and bird gave me a brief connection to the whole universe, and an important lesson in the meaning of sacredness.