Once upon a time there was a swamp. In some countries it would have been called a bog. If one were a giant something or other, perhaps it would be a puddle. But here we have it: a swampety-swamp swamp swamp, loaded with things decaying and things hatching, things swarming and creeping and swimming and wriggling and eating all sorts of stuff, including each other.
A swamp.
In truth it was nothing more nor less than the groupmind of humanity, unawake.
One bright day in the universe, two potentials gathered their molecules together and agreed with each other that they were real, and brought themselves forth from the swampish mental field of collective humanity, Planet Earth 2008.
Their names?
Potential Blue was named I AM SHARING.
Potential Violet was named I AM PATHFINDING.
That very day, IAM SHARING and IAM PATHFINDING entered the realm of Green Awareness, and began the task of sharing thoughts of reforestation of the planet, and finding the paths through the toxic waste dumps of USA (the consumerite polluNation), which would lead the Tree Spirits to their new rooting grounds.
Sure enough, IAM PATHFINDING found the paths and trails, and laid tiny golden eggs along the way which would hatch into tree spirits and begin their spiritual rooting process so the materialization of new forests could enter the USA dreamtime. Meanwhile, IAM SHARING was speaking to the USAns in their sleep, sprinkling idea gifts filled with energy and inspiration for the reforestation of their polluNation.
When the USAn sleepers began to awaken, each in his her its own time, all were filled with a desire to pay forward the gifts which had filled their dreams.
And that, my children, is how the consumerite polluNation USAns retrieved their lost national soul. And never again, ever ever ever ever, did the USAns wantonly destroy their soul's cherishing place, the Forest.
When their job was finished, the two Potentials returned to their beloved swamp and re-merged with all the chaosness-in-waiting-for-form.
Ahhhhhhhhhh.
Nothing.
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Comments: 5
interesting tale
Well, not just someone, you!
With Carolion it's not
just beautiful
but true!
BuzzyB, the "authentic" part is that the story illustrated itself then added words, and I was its humble scribe. What a relief, always, when that happens. No attatchments!
John Beck is back, with rainbow feathered finger wings (the poet's touch). Eh, John, that is the hope or the desire - that TruthBeauty's little stony singing mountain stream stories itself into medicines for the healing of the Will.