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For quite a few
years I have been chasing a rabbit around the track though I have never been a greyhound. But now I have doubts that
the chase is sacred or the rabbit real.
I, as a human being, I have a non-binding bond
with the rabbit. I harbor the delusion
that my long-standing quest is sacred, that is; blessed by a higher power. The poor rabbit has no idea that I have
been chasing him for sixty years.
Were I, a smart dog, I should realize that the
rabbit is not real. This is a continuing fable about the nature of reality, how
the humans abandoned reality, and how the animals are going to save humans
in spite of themselves.
By the way. all
the animals watching the dog track knew, at first glance, that the rabbit was
dead as a doornail. They also knew that the dead rabbit was being sped around
the track by the Engine of Culture and not by Mom Nature.
For the game of creation, my
brothers,
a sacred yes is needed:
the spirit now wills his own will
Nietzsche
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As the morning brightened so did the spirits of
our animal throng. Each had found a partner and formed two circles waiting for
Mary, the white pelican and facilitator to set the tone.
Mary said, “The inner circle will start the dialogue while trusting that their outer circle will have their back and remain quietly supportive. Please understand that we will, from time to time, reverse the circles and my partner (Andi) will become the facilitator. In this way, all will experience the role eventually.”
Mary said, “The inner circle will start the dialogue while trusting that their outer circle will have their back and remain quietly supportive. Please understand that we will, from time to time, reverse the circles and my partner (Andi) will become the facilitator. In this way, all will experience the role eventually.”
Mum,
the nanny goat bleated, “ As I understand it, there is a problem with
human consciousness. This, I accept, but there is a deeper level to my own
individual consciousness. We goats are rather forthright and I think our
relationships with each other lay beneath our individual consciousness.”
Hooie hooted, “What if I felt, deep down in
my feathers, that all that really matters is our relationship with our mating
partner. Humans are animals too, because they came into this world through
mating. Mating is sacred. Something must be held in awe.”
“ I
have been wondering about that because of the alarming suicide rate among young
humans. Have they given up? Have they lost the feeling for the sanctity of
life?”, crooned Coqui, the frog.
Ducky
quacked, “ I was over in Soufriere and heard people talking about the problems
in the United States with drug overdoses. They said that in Dominica there is a
mutual helping each other and young people are returning to the Island.”
Milvus, the black kite squawked, “Yeah I heard about some stuff too.
Maybe some humans are trying to help themselves. What I heard encouraged me to
find out about the UBUNTU movement.”
But we
have been separated from nature. Believing that we are not part of this great
creation. Our society has been divided and separated on so many levels that we
hardly understand the word unity any more. The UBUNTU way of life will allow
people to reconstitute a unified society consisting of smaller harmonious
communities that truly embrace living in harmony with each other and with
nature. As these united towns begin to mushroom, the
large cities will no longer attract people in the hope of finding a job to
survive, because the small town will provide work and exciting opportunities
for every single one of us.
Michael Tellinger
“Wow, said Jake the basset hound, “I am encouraged
by any human helping one another and that gives me more nap time.”
