I was never impressed by the abilities of certain people to force others into difficult labor, such as piling lots of bricks or stones: the system of oppression and its fruits called civilization. You may argue that lots of people are impressed by this. And many willfully supported and worshipped their Inca masters (ruling elite).
But, a system of ruthless punishments for disobedience recorded in chronicles, as well as similar sights of conquered, occupied crowds in Eastern European streets forced into cheering their Stalin, suggest otherwise.
What can we learn from a society that is constructed out of pathological overgrowth? Well: it shows one of the essential components of human beings, which is the parasitical, always hungry ego. It’s a society of domination, unlimited as cancer expansion, which in reality suffers deep void and emptiness, covered up by shiny artifacts and propaganda; all because of denial of the shadow. A society of unchecked sun, proud master, that has forgotten or even demonized the wisdom of the snake.
The ego wants to speak and does not want to listen to uncomfortable truths. Ego is control, chaos kept at bay: all little elements must be dominated, put into order of the empire of the soul. There is no space for the trickster, no space for questioning the dogma. Certain ancient cultures knew this danger and carefully preserved the remnant of shamanic voice in form of oracles: the irrational source of wisdom, to be consulted and listened to, despite own desires and plans. But totalitarian tyrants tend to forget about this balance.
There was such an oracle in Peru, a place called Pachacamac, serving for generations until the Incas took it in their quest to subdue everything to their one and only authority (the Sun). The Pachacamac was allowed some degree of independence, even sons of the Sun were afraid of the old chaotic force of the earth. But if one reads their story as a tale of subconscious being progressively conquered by the sunny egos of the rulers, then it is not surprising that eventually it acts against them.
And, in the crucial moment of Spanish conquest, when consulted by Atahualpa, Pachacamac lies to him saying that newcomers are no threat to fear. We all know the further story of the fall: what goes too much up, must go down.
Just as the arrogant rulers of the highlands (who failed to penetrate the thickness of the jungle and to subdue its wild inhabitants) when angry at their failure devised a view of the spiritual world which was divided into pure and sophisticated high world Hanan Pacha (connected with male and solar values), and Hurinn Pacha (low land of the death, moist and feminine), so too their Christian counterparts, rooted in Semitic desert traditions, worshipped only the ancient high wind creator, Jahwe, and scorned the inner wisdom of the serpent.
The truth was to be imposed from above: royal edict not be questioned, be it from masters in Cusco, “navel of the world”, or Catholic monarchs of the Vatican representing even higher lord. The exoteric, formal knowledge and rules are what ego loves and it is useful for creating empires, effective piling of bricks, but devastating for nature (both the one at large and the one inside).
It eventually brings disaster, and this is what happened to the Incas. Their shiny egos climbed to such heights, that they were just calling out for the likes of conquistadors, their mirror reflections, to come and conquer. And that’s because the ego, like cancer, in the end, is its own destroyer. It was the love of solar gold, and disregard for one’s own brother. It was the love of one’s own words and theological creations that all protagonists of this story shared, and that until this day continues to destroy people’s souls. And sometimes, in a serpentine twist of fate, when things are bad, they end up coming to drink ayahuasca with us, to the green matrix of the jungle, to listen to the snake again.
This is where I’d rather be: in balance and coexistence, in a vibrating matrix of life, a matrix of constant checks and balances. Not domination over scorched plain, or stony plaza build upon it, where artificial idols, constructs of human mind are paraded just as before, when Incas paraded their own mummies, in love with themselves only, with their own word, silencing all others (and this rich symphony of nature, full of paradoxes). I want to be the serpent sneaking out of the boring palace of the one and only truth before it crumbles to its doom.
This article was edited on December 5, 2019.
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