As a child, like most children, I loved to play in dirt and probably ate a good amount of it in the process. And I distinctly remember piling dirt on top of dirt, making a huge pile of nothingness and I was happy. Little did I know at the time that I was just acting out an ancestral peculiarity. Our ancestors made mounds, some very colossal ones. While touring in Wiltshire, UK, we stopped for a short time at Silbury Hill. It is one of largest man-made mounds in Europe.
Archaeologists, scientist and other investigators don’t know the purpose of Silbury Hill. At one time they thought that it was a massive burial tomb, but after digging channels into the hill, they couldn’t find any human remains.
I have my own theory about the purpose of mounds. It’s nothing scientific or historical. I think the people created the mounds to remind them to stay in alignment with the Earth. Maybe it was all about something as simple as play. Getting your hands into the dirt and becoming one with it. So, when things got tough or hard, they could look up at these massive hills and say, “Aha, let’s play in the dirt.” They were children again and the Creator was the Father/Mother God. Knowing and believing that the Creator would take care of them. So more dirt would be piled onto the hill and happiness was restored throughout the land. And that’s how the mounds got to be so big.