Blue is the Color of Azure

Neigborhood Watch

Squirrels are curious creatures. I've seen them sit still with attentive tails listening and watching my backyard antics. These animals are very very interesting. In winter time, near Moake Road, they have been known to be some of the only active beasties in the woods of Winter.

Recently a squirrel walked up to within a few feet and she showed me her big nuts, a mouthful of two cypress-cider pinecones. Star Trek aficionados may recognize a face in closing credits to series, coneheads as reptilian heads present as a kind.

The next day, following MChae's breakie, I arrived at a familiar's domicile. Lo' and b'hold upon franchir another sill frontier, I stepped onto a beton launchpad to the hiss of a mad communicative responder. This, perhaps first, responder was another young squirrel, declaring affront in my presence. Wow.

Shortly later, upon regaining senses, several young squirrels crawled along the palissade horizontals to find haven in yard trees.

Communication in the animal kingdom should not be mistaken for co-option. These spirited animae are of our kind, souls akin. We share a biosphere with all living creatures and as such are responsible in mutual protection and this covenant was recognized therein. These gestures, sans pareil, are Witness to the Truth in Love and Word of the Light, which may be slightly obfuscated by shadow minds to their own detriment.

When a squirrel dies as the result of mixed consequences, one should surely take pause and realize that every single action may result in multiplicative disordered reactions.

It was sad folks to think that some connection between two cities was lost in a tale of obnoxious spins. Yet the joy and relief in submission was resplendently displayed in the loving courtship of twinned furries saluting a passionate soul in their neutral planck walk.

Metempsychosis is a curious concept. To think that a co-opted bug would rather die than live is troubling. Why has it been so difficult for us to recognize that we were being led to slaughter along with those who we have offended in past regressions? We saw the signs, we Hoped, we Prayed, we Faithed, and prevailed.

May God Bless Us All for having received sufficient fortitude in this o'so perilous chain of events. Time is what we make of it and every day is a Holy Day and every meal is a Feast. My personal thanks to Todd Cottle for his gracious insights.

Cheers,
Alan








Last Edited by just a dude on 11/12/2013 11:55 PM