We were able to go up and see a Samoan fire crew, they were just ending their 10 hour day.
You could hear them coming through the forest because they were singing the whole time!
Then they performed 2 songs for us!
It was just amazing!
The crew boss said they work like that all day!
And those yellow shirts were literally soaking wet from sweat working up on that mountain! Did not keep them from entertaining and sharing their culture with us!
Kurt Vonnegut tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope:
“Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope.
I meet a lot of people. And see some great looking babies. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And I’ll ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is – we’re here on Earth to fart around.
And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And it’s like we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.”
Let’s all get up and move around a bit right now… or at least dance.
“Drink water from the spring where horses drink. The horse will never drink bad water. Lay your bed where the cat sleeps. Eat the fruit that has been touched by a worm. Boldly pick the mushroom on which the insects sit. Plant the tree where the mole digs. Build your house where the snake sits to warm itself. Dig your fountain where the birds hide from heat. Go to sleep and wake up at the same time with the birds – you will reap all of the days golden grains. Eat more green – you will have strong legs and a resistant heart, like the beings of the forest. Swim often and you will feel on earth like the fish in the water. Look at the sky as often as possible and your thoughts will become light and clear. Be quiet a lot, speak little – and silence will come in your heart, and your spirit will be calm and full of peace.”
Once, long, long ago … yet somehow, not so very long …when all the animals and rocks and winds and waters and trees and birds and fish and all the beings of the world could speak … and understand one another there began … an argument.
It began softly at first …
Quiet as the first breeze that whispered, “He is a wind who is never still.” Quiet as the stone that answered, “He is a great rock that never moves.” Gentle as the mountain that rumbled, “God is a snowy peak, high above the clouds.” And the fish in the ocean that answered, “God is a swimmer, in the dark blue depths of sea.” “No,” said the star, “God is a twinkling and a shining, far, far away.””No,” replied the ant, “God is a sound and a smell and a feeling, who is very, very close.” “No,” insisted the antelope, “is a runner, swift and free, who loves to leap and race the wind.” “She is a great tree,” murmured the willow, “a part of the world, always growing and always giving.” “You are wrong,” argued the island, “God is separate and apart.” “God is like the shining sun, far above all things,” added the blue sky. “No, He is a river, who flows through the very heart of things,” thundered the waterfall.”She is a hunter, ” roared the lion. “God is gentle,” chirped the robin. “He is powerful,” growled the bear. And the argument grew louder, and LOUDER, and LOUDER…
STOP!
A new voice spoke. It rumbled loudly, like thunder. And it whispered softly, like butterfly sneezes.The voice seemed to come from ….Why it seemed to come from …Old Turtle!
Old Turtle hardly ever said anything, and certainly never argued about God. But now Old Turtle began to speak.”God is indeed deep,” she said to the fish in the sea, “and much higher than high,” she told the mountains. “He is swift and free as the wind, and still and solid as a great rock,” she said to the breezes and stones. “She is the life of the world,” Turtle said to the willow. “Always close by, yet beyond the farthest twinkling light.” she told the ant and the star. “God is gentle and powerful. Above all things and within all things.”God is all that we dream of, and all the we seek,” said Old Turtle, “all that we come from and all the we can find. “God IS.”
Old Turtle had never said so much before. All the beings of the world were surprised, and became very quiet.
But Old Turtle had one more thing so say. “There will soon be a new family of beings in the world, ” she said, “and they will be strange and wonderful. “They will be reminders of all that God is. They will come in many colors and shapes, with different faces and different ways of speaking. Their thoughts will soar to the stars, but their feet will walk the earth. They will possess many powers. They will be strong, yet tender, a message of love from God to the earth, and a prayer from the earth back to God. And the people came.
But the people forgot. They forgot that they were a message of love, and a prayer from the earth. And they began to argue … about who knew God. And who did not and where God was, and was not; and whether God was, or was not.
And often the people misused their powers, and hurt one another. Or killed one another. And they hurt the earth. Until finally even the forests began to die … and the rivers and the oceans, and the plants and the animals and the earth itself … because the people could not remember who they were, or where God was.
Until one day there came a voice, like the growling of thunder; but as soft as butterfly sneezes, PLEASE STOP!
The voice seemed to come from the mountain who rumbled, “Sometimes I see God swimming in the dark blue depths of the sea.” And from the ocean who sighed, “He is often among the snow-capped peaks, reflecting the sun.” From the stone who said, “I sometimes feel her breath, as she blows by.” And from the breeze who whispered, “I feel his still presence as I dance among the rocks.” And the star declared, “God is very close;” and the island added, “His love touches everything.”
And after a long, lonesome and scary time .. the people listened, and began to hear … And to see God in one another…and in the beauty of the earth.
What if our religion was each other. If our practice was our life If prayer, our words. What if the temple was the Earth If forests were our church If holy water–the rivers, lakes, and ocean. What if meditation was our relationships If the teacher was life If wisdom was self-knowledge If love was the center of our being. ~ Ganga White
I once had arrogance, a surety that I “knew it all” and the world revolved around me.
I had an experience that brought on profound fear. Perhaps I still am in fear, and just don’t realize it … maybe it is suppressed.
My perception currently is that this fear shifted into stubbornness … a need for it arose as I tried to pry myself from fear.
Today’s experience seems to be one of happiness and love, more frequently than not. My goal is to shift stubbornness into Skillful Will, which partners with the various forms of Life.
Sometimes I have bouts of rage, I roil and spew, just like that raging river … and then I calm down and a gentler flow ensues.
Currently, my focus is on reformatting my language to be more inclusive. The knowing that we are about to unite with various other life forms is a sure presence.
I share this with you, because I love you and wish for you to join in the festival that is about to rise.
There will be a grand entrance, it will be a party for some, and a terrifying event for others.
Please join me in the excitement of a new era, a new way of being, of joining in with an expanded family … and creating our New World.
We are becoming a world, unified … Race, Gender, Species … different from what we have know before.
The new, and proper, terminology when speaking of gender in our New World is MALE and FEMALE for not all species are of man. We must be respectful and inclusive in the coming times.
This of course still leaves room for the Androgynous folks … perhaps they will let WE know how they wish to be referred to in the coming times.
Habitual speech must be altered to inclusivity … such as “Ah, Man!” …. What should it change to? Or how about this one … “Hey, Man!” Could be changed to, “Hey, Buddy!” Or perhaps these ought to left behind, with all of the other habitual patterns of separation needing tossed.
Love is a very real thing … and what we reap, we sow.
Reject any portion of Life, and we’ll be rejected.
Abuse any portion of life … well, you can see it.
Acceptance breeds acceptance.
Judge others, and you WILL be judged.
Leave the superiority act behind, and join Life, in ALL of its forms.
The world will be a much happier place with a series of attitude adjustments … occurring now … you may have noticed.
So many are ready to fight for this, and to fight for that … but what really is going on?
Is anything being accomplished through this type of attitude and action? Or does it just grow more of that which we do not want? Especially nowadays … when there doesn’t really seem to be any sort of solid goal.
Recognize me!
Respect me!
The people are screaming …
I gather that the majority of people who are fighting are not really fighting … they are attempting to ‘defend’ whatever it is they feel is in jeopardy.
This begs to question …
Are the war bringers gaining what they actually desire?
Is their intent a peaceful solution, of unity, of reciprocal respect and honor?
If so … do the actions support this solution?
If not … then take a good long look at what is actually being created here.
The people are Sovereign Beings. They are being steered into a certain format of behavior.
A behavior non-conducive to desired results.
It is time to understand the invisible ship … who is steering it … who is on board it … who would like to get off, and …
CREATE
… their own beautiful result …
Rather that allowing someone(s) else direct them onto their own desired path.
Bless you on your journey.
Chaos would dwindle without your personal input and output.
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