Homeward bound

Everyone is going home. Hundreds of thousands of people across the world are returning to their homelands, like great migrating flocks of homing pigeons. But what is the rationale behind this great Exodus? There doesn’t appear to be one.

It’s not as if their homelands will be virus-free, and the lack of work will be just the same, if not made much worse by their long absence and now the shutdown.

But I don’t think they’re thinking rationally. To me, it’s more likely they are instinctively feeling the tug of their homelands, which is entirely natural. Home is where the hearth is. Home is where the heart is. Home is the land granted to us by the spirit of Sovereignty. Home is governed by the spirit of place, the spirit of the land, who holds the land of the fathers in trust through the shamanic relationship with the ancestors.

It used to be considered to be a terrible punishment, to have to live in exile away from your homeland. But all that was before Hollywood made it look so sexy, adventurous and exciting.

This is expressed very well in the gospel parable of the Prodigal Son, who leaves home to squander the inheritance from his father in a decadent, extravagant lifestyle. All goes well until a great famine strikes the land. Famines, like viruses, can be great levellers, when even the richest fall from their pedestals and are wracked with suffering, like everyone else. But it is not until he is reduced to eating the feed of pigs that he realises that even his father’s servants eat better than that. So he decides to home, to beg his father to take him back under servitude. The father is so delighted to receive his son back that he “falls on his neck, kissing him”. Then he orders that the fatted calf should be killed and prepared for a great feast in his honour.

This parable of the Prodigal Son is used in the Christian religion as a cautionary tale to warn against falling away from the teachings of the Bible. But I find much more wisdom in the deeper meanings of the story.

Viewed through the lens of the Mysteries of Time and Space – which is the study of how Sovereignty is achieved – today’s migrant worker was forced to sell out their Space, their place, by exchanging their Time for fools gold, which they sent home as remittances.

But the land was left empty … what good was the meagre pittance then? What good was it to the mothers and grandmothers who longed and yearned for their offspring’s return and who were worried about who would take care of the land with them gone?

I hope, with this homecoming, that people will realise just what they lost, and what can now be regained again. I hope they are able to realise again the true value of the connection with their own lands, and find peaceful and meaningful lives around their own hearths again.

After all, as Dorothy said to Toto: “There’s no place like home.”