I feel a LOT like writing today...
Here's a thing.
Judgments. We all get caught up in them. Sometimes they are based on expectations from previous experiences, so you could say they evolved for a reason. But we are blinded by them. Ultimately I think we are better off if we can free ourselves from them.
So I read this amazing Steemit article about a crow sighting. Way to go therealpaul!
https://steemit.com/art/@therealpaul/a-solid-white-crow-flew-quickly-over-the-garden-yesterday-delivering-a-message-for-the-shaman-and-a-message-for-me
The article describes crow behavior being carefully observed, as two black crows accompanying a rare white crow in the wild, and other crows calling to it and communicating. Rather than attacking it.
It makes me think of that old scientific paradigm belief, that white/albino creatures born in the wild have almost no chance of success for survival. Basically the idea is, they are so different that they are weeded out, even by their own species (culture). Or that they don't blend into their environment or the rest of the tribe easily so that makes them a target for predators. I think therealpaul says as much.
The brilliance of the article is the idea that nature, animals as a community ... recognize each other. That the White Ones are the leaders and magicians and healers, possibly teachers also for these communities. Like in the Lion King, how different animal species live in a community of balance - a very diverse society! Like a make believe story or fairy tale that's real. Who says our understanding has evolved since the birth of science? Maybe its gone backwards.
Watership Down is another good example. A story about a wild rabbit community. Human emotions projected onto natural creatures. In Donnie Darko, he feels that the rabbits' feelings are just made up by the author. But his classmate and girlfriend Gretchen remarks that they become real because the author makes them real, makes us care about them. In another scene, the English teacher mentions the magic of storytelling. The 'Ex Machina' or the God Machine.
But who says it isn't so?
That the magic of life doesn't work this way?
What if our "human projections" are really, the 'inhuman' ones? The loveless ones. The ones that insist that nature is never subjective, or emotional in any way. Survival of the fittest and that Mother Nature is a bitch to be conquered. That science governs life and law.
What if its just us that can't see our interconnection with and as part of such a wide community of life? What if it is us that separates us in ways we aren't naturally separated?
Some food for thought.
Namaste,
LR 5/31/2018
Images are both scans of a greeting cards I added to my cache ... one many years ago, the other more recent. Been there mostly unseen ever since and glad for the opportunity to share these.
