Some are open to the idea that perhaps there was indeed an advanced civilisation in the distant past, and perhaps the flood talked about in many religions was actually the coming of an Ice Age, where the land was covered not by water, but by frozen water; by glaciers. However, we also see stories in literature about a civilisation that was simply advanced in a different way. In a manner not known to us, and therefore not really understood by us. A spiritually advanced culture, perhaps?
This has been suggested by many great (and some not at all great) writers, but how should we understand this? What is a spiritually advanced culture?
The perhaps most obvious example of that would be a culture based on Hamingja. A society where man is honest, kind, hard-working, brave and willing to make personal sacrifices of all kinds for others of his kind. If we add a new form of communication, known to us today as telepathy, we possibly get even closer. Yes, even today we see hints of telepathic abilities in modern man. Telepathy would also be an advantage for anyone hunting in packs; the need for vocal or visal communication would be reduced, and the hunt would certainly be more effective.
My wife has a telescope and every now and then we all go outside to look at the stars, planets and other celestial phenomena, and she told me that it takes time for the mind to register a celestial image; you get a different (better) picture if you look at anything on the sky for a long time. In fact you don’t get a complete picture until after you have looked at it continuously for some time. What if our forebears were able to see these and other to us unknown images by a mere glance at the sky? The Neanderthal’s brain was larger partly because they had better senses, and much of the Neanderthal-only DNA is actually linked to the senses too. So what if they learned something by looking at the sky that is lost to us today, because we no longer have those advanced senses – or even only because all our technology make us look at other things than the sky, and when we do look at the sky our technology prevents us from seeing it clearly in the first place (because of light pollution)?
Whether we like it or not we do still believe in sorcery. Some worry when they see a black cat crossing the street in front of them. That’s bad luck, right? Others cross their fingers. Some knock on the table to avert misfortune. Others wear some sort of symbol, usually a necklace, that they think will give them good fortune. All of this, and many other things too, is a belief in sorcery. Why would we have a belief in sorcery if there was nothing to it? We could of course, but perhaps sorcery no longer exist, but did actually at one point – like say in the Neanderthal society?! Telepathy could be defined as sorcery, but so could so much else. Could they, unlike modern quacks, actually heal others by means of sorcery? Could they travel in spirit – by means of so called astral projection – and visit and see other places without actually being there? Could they hybernate, like bears can? Could they levitate – or even fly, like fantasy sorcerers on their staffs?
Some believe that our most distant forebears weren’t even physical; they were only spirits, without physical shape, and drawn to the North Pole (Hyperborea) by magnetism. At a later stage they turned to some sort of fog shapes, they drifted southwards and then finally turned to something physical; giants of course… and then finally they became men as we know them. This might be a metaphor, an explanation to something we don’t yet understand, but it can naturally be just what actually happened too. Maybe man arrived on this planet as spirits and simply needed time to form and shape the planet and life on it, in order to be able to descend into proper physical form (the European man) and influence the world more directly – like we do today.
So – and again my thoughts wander wide and far, and venture deep into the realm of wild speculations and dreams – what if there are many planets like this one, some not yet on our level, and others on a much higher level? What if we can wander back and forth, between the worlds (and perhaps even in time!), in spirit form? Possibly only between lives, but perhaps also in life? Maybe our forebears could?
Then all fantastic dreams become clear; maybe we really have no imagination, only vague memories of things that we have actually seen – or things that we will see.
The Northern Lights were said to be «the way of the bees», or «elves dancing», and both the bees and the elves were seen as the spirits of the dead. They were believed to leave Earth via the North Pole, and enter Âsgarðr; the realm of the deities. In Âsgarðr there were many divine homes, some only available to the most pure of the pure. Walaskelbio (“the trembling of the chosen/fallen”). Kemenaberga (“heaven/hidden mountain”). Landawîtus (“woodland”). Sinkwabankis (“deep/sinking creek”). Þruþokaimas (“strength world”). Braidoblika (“wide flash”). Nowaduno (“ship yard”). Glîtnias (“sparkling”). Pulkawangis (“folk meadow”). Albokaimas (“elf world”, “white world”). Gladaskaimas (“shining light world”). Þrîmakaimas (“noise world”). Îwadalas (“yew dale”, “rain valley”). Yes, these are also the names of the thirteen months of the Ancient Scandinavian calendar, but why would they only be that? Could they not be actual spiritual realms as well?
Let us return to Earth and gather our thoughs again; I think an advanced spiritual society is first and foremost one able to paint beautiful pictures in the mind, to shape hopes and dreams so beautiful they inspire others and makes them want to live; a society made up of individuals able to enjoy what life has to offer, but also dream, imagine things and play pretend; a community creating myths and other beautiful stories too, explaining and recording the events that have been and that will come – or return; a society able to produce honourable, creative, intelligent, empathic, kind, self-sacrificial, positive, artistic and courageous human beings! A Pagan Europe!
When I have the time I will sit outside one night, on a tree stump, as recommended to me by a Finnish friend, and watch the starlit sky, and ponder on these questions until I figure them all out… I might very well do that, you know; it might all be recorded by and stored in the stars, or in my European blood. That too might be sorcery; us talking to the spirits of our forebears! HailaR WôðanaR!
