There is something spiritual about spearfishing, dropping into the water you are first met with the cold and undulation of the swell.
You lie there floating face down in the water, feeling your body rise and fall with the waves as you stare down towards the depths below. Slowing your breathing you start imagining your descent, picturing that perfect fish and the perfect shot.
Your vision is focused on something in the water.
You struggle to keep your heart rate down as you see your prey beneath you, lungs filling with precious oxygen, diaphragm expanding as you take your last breath. You duck your head under the water, with a pull of the arms and a quick kick of the legs you start to sink, slowly but controlled you glide to the bottom.
And this is our world, the world of the Spearfishermen. It is quiet and peaceful. You lie on the bottom, watching the fish swim around you, looking up, you see the tall kelp stalks towering above you. Reaching up towards the light, towards the world you use to belong to. But no longer…
Great Mother Ocean brought forth all life, it is my eternal home.
But I have been gone into strange worlds so long..
countries without currents, countries without tides, countries without depth.
I have forgotten how to live in the world that created me.
I can no longer breathe the water.
I am slow and I am clumsy, I have lost my grace.
But the deep indigo of the depths calls me like a loving mother..
return to the depths, return to the source, return to your nature.
Sometimes, beneath the shimmering surface of my memory,
I sense the deeper memories of generation after generation of hunters.
For tens of thousands of years I have kept a faithful record of my hunting,
so the children of my children’s children will know and remember.
And more permanent than any painted stone..
is the memory that lies at the heart of my every cell,
the memory of my hunting, the history of my tribe.
And when I wake beneath the modern sky,
full of smoke and sound,
as from a dream I believe I lost my way back.
For I cannot forget I am a hunter
and I am from a race of hunters
and there is no place for hunters in this time. – Author: Unknown