The Soil of the Earth

The Soil of the Earth…

In Polish language we have the same word for soil, "ziemia" and for Earth, "Ziemia." The only difference is that the word for “Earth” starts with a capital letter.

My father grew up in the 20s in Belarus, which then belonged to Poland. Poles of my generation believe that Poles who migrated from Eastern parts of Poland after WW2 (which become part of the Soviet Union) had a particular liking for quoting proverbs. It was very true about my father. He did not speak too much, but he liked to comment or summarise any discussion with a suitable proverb. In Polish, we had even proverb that "proverbs constitute the wisdom of a particular nation." I inherited many traits from my father and I think that my obsessive love for memes is actually rooted in my father’s addiction to proverbs: to express meaningful thought in the shortest possible way.

One proverb repetitively used by him as a summary to any discussions about sicknesses or complaints of being unwell was: "ziemia will suck everything out".: Then I understood it as a quite brutal and cynical statement that after death, when we are buried, there will be no pain or sickness. Recently I started doubting my old interpretation of those words.

There was a Polish writer of Jewish origin who became quite famous in the 70s in the USA, Jerzy Kosinski. His well-known first book "The Painted Bird," was based on his memories of survival as a dark-haired child, who, being lost, wandered through undefined areas of Poland experiencing improbable happenings. It was never clear by the end if the book was true or fiction. Anyhow, he described a quite dreadful happening of being caught by light-coloured haired peasants who decided to cure him from his "darkness" by burying him up to his neck in the soil/Earth.

My lifestyle in Sydney was usually working, playing, or studying until I felt totally exhausted; physically and mentally. And then there was only one possible cure for me; to drive to Centennial Park and lie down on the grass until I felt like myself again. It was like I would recharge my batteries by connecting to the Earth/soil's energy. Like I would attune my temporarily low frequencies to the healing vibrations of Gaia.

"Spending time in nature" has the meaning that we, "unidentified separate objects", are going to spend time among other separate objects like trees and grass, which all taken together are classified under the name "nature." So stupid. We have totally forgotten that we are nature as well. Being in the forest, bush, or meadow we are at home, and we can tune in into our home frequencies, to ourselves, to our divine frequency 432 Hz. The frequency of planet Earth.

Strongly recommended reading: https://www.binauralbeatsmeditation.com/432-hz-truth-behind-natures-frequency/

Mentioned in the above article is the Shuman effect, which is achieved at a frequency approaching 8 Hz, and is an equivalent to our boarder brain frequency between Theta and Alfa rhythms, when we still can explore our subconscious mind and use our innate, unlimited resources of wisdom derived from there for our creativity or conscious needs.

Were the methods of healing by digging a human body in Earth/soil in Kosinski’s book or my father’s favourite saying superstitions? Or they were folk wisdom? Were my excursions to Centennial Park just random behaviour or they were dictated by my deepest instincts? Was this remedy encoded somewhere in my roots?

It's just 432 Hz, the frequency of the Earth, the frequency of healing, the frequency of soothing music, and the sounds of home.

So, what would happen if suddenly all radio stations and all media would be hacked and attuned to that frequency? Would it create heaven on Earth? Would we suddenly love each other without any exception? Why not try? Let’s do it…fuck 440 Hz! That's the frequency used by media just to annoy us…