There is a silent whisper that calls to all of us

In the annals of history are reminders of the stories that define our ‘human-ness’. The fables of the Pacific Islander’s birds that flew between the physical and spiritual worlds; the mysteries of the blessings of Ra and Isis; from the wrath of Kali to the stories of babies delivered by pelicans. How wonderful it was to be blessed by any one of the goddesses, Bast, Brigit, Bendis or Ishtar--- as fertility (of womb and crops) would reign steadfast. Or be blessed by the muses of Sophia or Oman, depending on the final creation, that is. Or maybe how some wished to have the knowledge of Sinaa or Uaica, to be free to be healed and able to foretell events.

These are the fantasies and fables that bring us pleasure (or, to some, smirks of our formerly primitive comprehensions) when we are told of them in this world of explained technologies and postulated sciences. We mock the world of totem spirits and creatures that would haunt us. We jest at the thought of magical elves and witches or gypsies that would be known to curse. Yet wishfully with great joy, teach our children of Santa Claus and Leprechauns.


Perhaps as you read this, your childhood fancies alight for a moment in those comforting memories from years past. But then we take a second moment to recover our thoughts to dismiss the notions, pulling ourselves together. We revive our recognition of the present state, only to laugh at our insignificant silliness of those innocent times, when we dared to believe in the ‘fantasies’ too easily, as those juvenile by-gone years delivered carefree longing forever.

Yet, in today’s world -- as we muse against the backdrops of words by governing officials — as advertised by the new venues of corporate marketing, the entertainment media--- in our perhaps over stimulated, chaotic and droll personal world -- we might make ourselves integrally an unwitting partner to new fables and global rumors. Fondly missing national unity that once existed in times of war, we are too eager to accept words like ‘axis of evil’ and believe in a biased one-sided report of giant factions of devilish sentries walking the earth. The grandeur of such organized dangers, conjures the imagery of the armies of Goliath or the walking dead of Hades. And in reactive eager state, then seek the master general or leader that would lead us past the dangers, a new father or mother figure to be hailed as the new savior and new legend. So we bear witness to the creation of a new pharaoh or emperor that will become the superhero, able to do the impossible and cast away the Chibchachum(s) or keep away Batara or quell Musso-Koroni. There will be stories made of this leader, grandeur ceremonies, books and maybe even film. In all cases, this leader becomes the new legend and we believe him/her not to be all powerful, but at least all persuasive, commanding, and to carry our expectations through for us.

I can only wonder then if we are truly exercising our advancements and evolved philosophies. How then, are we to separate ourselves from our naïve pasts if in our innocent trust of flash media, we find ourselves so eager to believe in the modern fables of danger and angst, daring to profess personal responsibility to a new superhero, rather than accepting our small but significant role in the transcendence to peaceful universal unity? In our impetuous needs to believe in the creation of a foe and searching for the new mystical commander, we desperately create the same fear of unknowns, of scarcity, of ‘aloneness’ and create justification for outlets of aggression and destruction. Instead of honoring or revering the cycles of nature (life, death, recreation and natural disintegration) --- we spend futile precious hours of our life in pursuit of finding OR, becoming our created definition of a God (to control, to be omniscient, to have power and to be savior ---- but we add the greed.) We refuse to believe in symbiosis and delicate balance as the source of the cycle of life and the universe--- as we cannot possibly believe the things we cannot see, no matter the centuries of scientific exploration or, exploitations. We too often enjoy choosing aggressive bonds to pre-empt suggestions of competition, rather than finding the bonding rewards of comradery from friendly competition.

The silent whisper that speaks to us, will often murmur the message of nature as we watch the normally competitive and fierce creatures joining together to signal each other of impending dangers and storms. In their language, we assume the tigers are angrily screaming at gazelles lunging in their path when running from a flood. However, the tigers do not kill those in their path-- it is their language to insist on moving faster. We have even marveled at the family pets that nurtured wild animal cubs as their own--- something humans do so rarely for their own, let alone other species.

Yet, on the same note-- we see normally docile, tortured and human over-bred farm animals in cages attack and kill each other for sake of just an inch buffer of freedom of space. We assign and glorify this as a value of Darwinian survival skills, as the alpha personas impose their power on the recessive ones. It seems it is the way of nature to seek balance and number itself into space -- so nature will redefine what it must if imposed upon. Or, is it our tampering and our interpretation of perception that assumes this to be 'survival of the fittest'?

If we truly are here to assume our philosophical superiority in the animal kingdom, why is it then, we choose to create our power-packs allegiances via outer adornments (clothing or pins), hair styles, dominance intended aggressions--- and blinding our own faith and power in order to submit to the social order? Perhaps it is easier than accepting there are laws and boundaries within a universe beyond our making--- and that even our 'superiority' is flawed and with limitations. Or perhaps it is because we have chosen to dismiss our own truths to find escape in entertainment based alter-realities that would circumvent symbiosis with our neighbors, nature or this planet.

Or just maybe, we have forgotten how to be within our dream with nature and have instead chosen to accept our own 'new modern fables' to maintain our insistence of superiority over anything, even to even our ancestors? I wonder then, where is the truth in our 'human-ness'???