Since homilies are moral discourses given by clergy, Hummy
decided to give a humily instead. Humilies are given on the wing and are
characterized by their fleeting and dodging nature. It can be said that
humilies are not so dreaded, as the all too frequent homilies, because of their
transient quality. In real-time they last not nearly as long as a flea
fart and can be heard from only a few millimeters away. It is careful listening
that counts.
This past week, the author of this dreadful blog, cast a
shadow of doubt over the very existence of consciousness. The most accurate
thing that can be said about consciousness is that there are far too many books
written on the subject of consciousness.
There is a connection between homilies and consciousness
because the homily taps the listener's guilt button located over the entire
surface of the body. Homilies are given with extreme reverence from an elevated
pulpit at the proper time in a place where the pews are stuffed with empty envelopes.
Homilies are given to target any dread, worry or destructive intention that the
listener may have seeking remorse and a humble attitude.
In contrast, this may be the only humily that you will
ever be subjected to. No envelopes, no guilt button and consciousness is
optional. The humily will pass through you in neutrino-like fashion with nearly
the speed of light. Your best bet is to hum your favorite tune so as to attract
the humily as it shoots through your body.
During the reading of this episode several
humilies may have passed though you. So, if you missed them, try a different
tune.
Meanwhile the small band of animals
continue in their quest to turn the heads of human beings toward saving the
planet Earth from destruction. Their sanctuary is a cave on the island of
Dominica in the Lessor Antilles of the Caribbean.
"What in God's green Earth was that humily all
about?", quacked Ducky the white duck. "You seem to trivialize what
we are supposed to be all about here."
" I asked myself the same question",
Bertie, the peregrine falcon chimed in. " Mom Nature could assist us if we
meditate together as a group. So, let's do it now. Find a perch, Hummy,
and stop flapping your wings."
Mary, the facilitator, crooned, " Looking around the
double circle I see a consensus on that idea. So, we will all meditate for at
least 10 minutes."
" Before we do that. I will ask the dumb
question. Just what is meditation?," bleated Mum, the nanny goat.
" When you are speaking or thinking we are not open to
receiving Mom Nature's messages. You then meditate to clear your mind of
thinking and speaking," hooted Hooie, the owl. " And then you can be
open with your mind and heart."
" When I was flying over Rousseau I watched an
AA meeting and one of the humans read about prayer and
meditation. At least some humans are on the right track, " squawked
Fregata, the frigate bird.
"You cannot have vision and judgement at the
same time. You can See with a capital 'S' when you are not judging,"
clicked Free, the butterfly.
Suggested listening: The Mercy (soundtrack from
the movie, The Mercy) by Johann Johannsson
