A Tiger’s Tale

Published November 18, 2017 by tindertender

End of an era

The tale end of an era is here and it is finishing strong. Those who have become accustomed to having their every desire accommodated are seeing the lost ground, and they begin to ‘force’ their wishes on people. They do not care how many they upset, for their end goal is the same as it always has been … suppression and repression of the majority.

They flaunt their murderous behaviors of sentient beings in our faces, they kill large, peaceful, endangered creatures for the sheer ‘pleasure’ of it, for the trophies. They strip the animals of their rights to life, they get a sense of satisfaction as they dominate and control the existence of others. They market the eating of flesh as though it is our only hope of healthy bodies, exacerbating fear and pain in the world.

A Tigers TaleThere is another end that goes along with that tale though, and it is called the head, the head of a ferocious and powerful creature. I compare it to the masses who are awakening to the reality of the greed and hatred in this world, those who wish to create a better tomorrow.

The tale knows the head is coming around, they realize this beast will chew off it’s own appendage to assist in the elimination of this infection, the virus which is decaying the whole body. A scurrying about is happening … like little ants, a grasping at, and enforcing of, the only thing they have to offer the world … pain and sorrow. It is they who must be removed.

Like a scab over a wound, we’ve been picking it. It opens up afresh, scabs over again, and we pick it. The healing takes longer this way. Soothing, naturally medicated balm needs be added to this wound, something that prohibits the scab from hardening, something which keeps it soft. The dressing must be changed often as the infection oozes into the bandage, as the puss is discharged.

Light-in-DarknessThe head licks the wound during dressing changes, it does not want to eat it’s own tale, however it will, should the wound continue to fester and rot.

Let us be the light in the world that shines into dark places. Let the energetic imprint we leave behind as we walk among each other be that of light and love, full of compassion and understanding. Growing a peaceful atmosphere in which we, and others, live is the only way to reclaim the capacities the shadow has stolen. This darkness needs not be ‘fought against’, for as long as we clean our inner sanctuaries, in unison, the dim reality we experience now will brighten, naturally.

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