Lately I keep catching myself in a very strange feeling. The more humanity talks about “higher dimensions,” cosmic consciousness, activations, extraterrestrial beings, ascension, and escaping somewhere beyond this reality, the more I feel how little we actually understand the place where we already live. Our own Home. Earth. Living matter. The reality we inhabit every second of our existence.

Recently I was reading reflections about the Akashic Records, about people searching for some hidden celestial library as if all truth exists somewhere outside the human body and far beyond the Earth. Around the same time, I remembered a documentary about the Kola Superdeep Borehole in Russia. Scientists drilled there for decades trying to penetrate deeper into the Earth and understand its structure. And what shocked me most was this: humanity drilled only about 12 kilometers deep. If you imagine Earth as an apple, we did not even get through the skin. Not even close... And yet even after those few kilometers, scientists had to rethink many assumptions about the Earth’s composition, temperatures, geological processes, and the behavior of matter deep below the surface. We barely touched anything… and already discovered how incomplete our understanding was.

What affected me was not only the scientific fact itself, but the symbolism behind it. We know almost nothing about Earth. We do not fully understand the oceans. We do not fully understand consciousness. We barely understand the human nervous system, emotions, or the deeper mechanics of the psyche. We live on the surface of an immense living mystery, yet the human mind constantly tries to escape “upward,” as if truth must exist somewhere far away from matter itself.

And there is something deeply paradoxical about that. Human beings dream of reaching the heavens without ever truly meeting their own Home first. What is "home"? It is your own dark matter! without fully understanding your own "guts" and accepting them... you will never get to "heavens", you will never understand THAT. What's above so below.... LOOK BELOW! 

We search for “higher dimensions” while barely feeling the ground beneath our feet. Earth gives us the energy, that thing that makes your heart beat? It's THAT connection... How does it work? nobody knows! because we seek contact with other realms while remaining disconnected from our own bodies... We want to read the energetic architecture of the Universe while ignoring the signals already moving through our nervous systems every day through anxiety, exhaustion, burnout, numbness, and emptiness. 

Sometimes I feel that spirituality itself has become too “upper.” Too detached from life. Endless conversations about frequencies, portals, downloads, activations, cosmic missions… and very little actual presence inside reality itself. Inside breath. Inside the body. Inside nature. Inside genuine human contact.

And maybe that is why so many people now feel unconsciously pulled toward forests, water, silence, somatic practices, sauna rituals, movement, touch, and the raw simplicity of nature. The psyche is exhausted from living only in the mind. Exhausted from artificial stimulation. Exhausted from existing inside endless streams of information where everyone claims to “know,” while very few truly experience anything directly.

As a child, I used to “heal” trees and speak to them. Back then I did not call it spirituality. For a child it felt natural. Living things felt alive. And honestly, today I sometimes feel there was more truth in that innocent relationship with nature than in many complicated spiritual theories, because real knowledge always arrives through contact. Through resonance. Through direct experience.

Even science now confirms that forests function as living networks. Trees communicate through fungal systems underground. They exchange signals, nutrients, warnings, and support each other in ways we are only beginning to understand. And to me this feels profoundly symbolic for our time. While the human world becomes increasingly fragmented, accelerated, digitalized, and overstimulated, nature continues to exist within an entirely different rhythm. The rhythm of cycles. The rhythm of presence. The rhythm of depth.

And perhaps this is exactly why people are afraid to truly reconnect with Earth itself. Because Earth returns us to reality. To the body. To mortality. To cycles. To honesty. To the understanding that we cannot endlessly fantasize about “higher realms” while remaining absent from our actual lives here and now.

The more I observe people, the more I feel that real awakening does not begin through escaping matter, but through returning into it completely. Not through fleeing the human experience, but through finally becoming fully present inside it.

Because maybe the greatest mystery was never hidden somewhere far away in the heavens.

Maybe it has been breathing beneath our feet the entire time.