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Herein Layeth The Scene Of A Darkness:::

Upon A Land, Layeth Two Beings. Different Art They, Yet Same...

The First Beings, Art Rabbits; The Second, Art Hares...

When Came The Beings First Into The Land, Weret They Friends, And Walked As One. Two Beings, Of Two Differents...

Came They First, When But Only They Weret There, To The Great House Of The Land Which Housed The Secret Thirteen Gardeners. And One Of The Gardeners, Took The Rabbit. And One Of The Gardeners Took The Hare...

The First Gardener, Spake To Rabbit, That Hare Is Verily Evil, And Must Trust Not He Thusly,

The Second Gardener, Spake To Hare, That Rabbit Is Verily Evil, And Must Trust Not He Thusly,

This, Took The Beings As Truth, And Out Of The House Of The Gardeners Left They,

Twas Forth Thence, Hated They, Each Other. Yet Cursed Weret They In They Hate, For They Couldst Leave Not The Land, And Weret To Dwell In Hate With The Other...

So Twas, Rabbit, Bore Rabbit-Children; And Hare, Bore Hare-Children. And At All Times, Weret There Hate...

One Time, Didst There Come Out Of This, A Rabbit Stood Upon The Centre Of Stone, And Declared:

Rabbit Of Rabbits: “Rabbits Of [The] Land, Follow Not The Weak Hares! Let Us Hate Nay Longer! Let Us Arise! Let Us Bring Up Our Army And Enslave The Evil Hares!.”

So, The Rabbits, In Secret, And Some Without Knowing, Constructed Theyselves An Army. Because The Hares Weret Indeed Of Greater Weakness Thence Rabbits, The Hares Gave Up Themselves, So Not To Die...

The Hares, Became Thence, Suppressed Under The Rabbits, And Took Rule Didst The Rabbits. Told They, When Hares Couldst Eat; Told They, When Hares Couldst Speak...

Many And Many Time Passed, And At Moments, The Hares Wouldst Revolt And Take Over The Rabbits. Wouldst The Hares Then Suppress The Rabbits, And Tell Whence Couldst They Eat, And When Couldst They Make Spake... And At Moments, The Rabbits Wouldst Revolt And Rise. Above And Below, Each Group Became Throughout The Moments; And Yet, Always Below Weret They, For They Hate...

When The Rabbits Became Into They Power Once More, The Hares, As Though The Many Occurrences Before, Led Revolt...

Yet, This Time, The Rabbits And Hares, Weret Evolved. Knew They, Of Good, And Its Greatness...

When The Revolt Of The Hares Against The Rabbits Arose, Many Rabbits Desired Union, Yet Many Too, Desired The Previous Hate.

Time And Time Again, Passed. And More And More Equal, The Rabbits And Hares Became. But The Hares, Never Ceased. Told They, Of Suppression Under The Rabbits. Told They, Hate Must Not Linger; And Yet, Nay Hate Flourished, But Their Words Of Hate Remained Ever Increasing...

And When, One Rabbit Amongst The Hares, Spake Ill Of A Hare, All They Hares Wouldst Grab The Rabbit, And Take His Head For All To Seith. And When A Hare Spake Ill Of A Rabbit, All The Hares Wouldst Give Unto It, Praise And Pride.

The Hares, So Drunk In Their Thirst Of Union, Blamed Even The Rabbits Who Nay Longer Lived, Of Past Hate. Burned They, The Towers Of Rabbits; Yet Constructed The Tower Of Hares. Spake They, That To Destroy The Ego Of Rabbits Wast Good; Yet To Pride The Ego Of Hares, Who Hath Triumphed Over Their Past Suppression, Wast Even Too Good...

Hares: “Long, Hath Rabbits Over Us Suppressed! Let Now Us, Burn They Towers! Let Us Now Suppress They!”

And Many Of Hare, Desired Not Hate For Rabbits, But Union. Yet Even They, Burned The Towers...

For Burning The Towers Of Rabbits, And Constructing The Towers Of Hare, Maketh Not The Two Groups Equal. To Speak Of Past Hate For Suppression, Bringeth Only Ills...

Blame, Beeth The Ill Which Preventeth Rabbits And Hares To Union. Blame And Further Blame, Art The Death Of Enlightenment; Life Of Ego...



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When Frozen Wast Gaia, In The Great Ice, And All In Death The Plants Became, Except The Trees Which Nary Whither; The Night Remained, And So Didst The Wind.

Twenty Three, Wast The Size Of The Snow And Ice, And All The Scattered Animals Of Lay Forest, Came Together For Warmth. Feared They, The Death To Come In The Cold Night...

And Twas Therein, The Owls Of The Forest, Who In The Night Possessed Sight, Flew Into Sky To Come Together.

Great-Owl: “The Night Of Our Gaia, Growth Great. The Snow Shall Cease Not Mine Owls, And Our Friends To Perish Come Hither Ever Nearer...”

Owl I: “What Shall Doeth We?...”

Owl II: “Who Can Aid?...”

Owl III: “Willt Tonight Our End Beeth?...”

Great-Owl: “Let Us Away, Swiftly Across The World Of Dark Ice, Let Us Find The Kings Of The Races, And Thereby Discourse?...”

Owl I: “Willt They Kings Listen?...”

Owl II: “Willt They Kings Aid?...”

Owl III: “What Shall Become, If Nay They Discourse Not?...”

Great-Owl: “Soon, All Shall Die, And Here Possess We Not Fire. Must We Fly To They Kings, And Shall They Listen, For It Their Justness, As It Beeth Ours, To Doeth So...”

So All The Owls Of Gaia Flew Across Its Frozen Land, Through The Great Forest Of The Trees Which In Ice Perish Not, Through The Billows Of Snow, Until The Found All The Kings, And Gathered In The North. Each Of The Kings, Bringing Their Peoples...

Came Thence,
The Rabbit King, And His Rabbits,
The White Eagle King,
The Black Eagle King,
The Giraffe King, And His Giraffes,
The Great-Owl King, And His Owls,
The Raven King, And His Ravens,
The Elephant King, And His Elephants,
The Horse King, And His Horses,
And The Wolf King, And His Wolves,

With All They Kings, Followed Their Peoples; Yet, The Rabbit King Carried A Babe Of Man Too...

Great-Owl King: “Whereth Rabbit King, Hath Thou Found This Child Of Man?...”

Rabbit King: “Last Is This Child, Of The Race Of Man. Found We Him, In The Snow, Wrapped In Withered Leaves Of Apples...”

White Eagle: “What Shall We Doeth?...”

Black Eagle: “The Child, As Us, Shall Soon Perish...”

Elephant: “If Man Lay Dead, There Shall Come Nay Fire...!”

Coyote: “Our Fur Begineth To Freeze, And Our Blood Thick...!”

Giraffe: “All The Water Hath Now Froze, And We To Thirst...!”

Horse: “The Night Now Long, The Sun Not Rise...!”

Raven: “What Owl, Shall We Doeth?...”

Great-Owl King: “We Must Find They With Fire, Must We Find Gaia And Sophia...”

Rabbit King: “Whereth Dwelleth They?...”

Great-Owl King: “Dwell They In The Mountain, Heart Of Our Forest...”

Coyote: “Who Shall There Go? Who Art Strong Enough?...”

Rabbit King: “Must I Remain Here, And Keep The Child Warm With Mine Fur......”
Giraffe King: “If Hold I Fire Within Mine Mouth, Shall I Set The Trees On Fire Before I Here Return...”
Great-Owl King: “I Am Too Old, And Too Weak...”
Raven King: “I Am Too Little...”
Elephant King: “I Am Too Large...”
Horse King: “I Am For Such Not Fast Enough...”
Wolf King: “Must I Remain Here, And Keep The Child Warm With Mine Fur...”

Great-Owl King: “Must It Then Be Thou, O Eagle Of White And Eagle Of Black... Must Thou Fly Into The Night And Snow, And Find The She Gaia With Her Sophia Within The Mountain...”

While The Eagles Flew, Coyote And Rabbit Came Together With The Babe In The Center, To Keep He Warm...

Happy Weret They Eagles, That It Wast They Who Weret Chosen... Flew They, Into The Night, Into The Snow, And Into The Ice. Into The Frozen Wind They Dwelled, Until At Last, Came The Great Mountain In Sight...

Upon The Mountain, Wast Seen A Rabbit Hole, Of Which Light Shone Out...

When Entered They The Hole, Wast It Warm And Didst Dwell In The House, Gaia And Sophia...

White Eagle: “Come Dear Gaia, Come Dear Sophia...”
Black Eagle: “Seith What Hath Been Of Thy Land Made...”

So Ventured Sophia And Gaia Into The Frozen Night, Making They Gaze Unto All Of Ice...

Sophia: “Soon Eagles, Thy Friends And Thou Shallt Perish...Soon, Thy Feathers And Fur Shall Become Too Heavy To Move, And Blood Too Thick To Flow... Shall I Give To Thee, Fire... Yet It Thou, Eagles, Who Must Overseith The Fire, And Let Not Any Others Use It. The Fire, Beeth For The Babe Ye Hath Far Away In The Land Below, Keep The Fire For They, And For They Alone...”

It Wast Black Eagle, Who Held The Fire, And Twas Then His Fur Became Blackened, And So Is Called He Black...

When Returned They Into The Forest, All Weret Frozen. Thorough, Wast The Ice On The Fur Of The Animals And Their Kings, Soon Wast Ice To Rule... Yet Safe, Wast The Baby Kept, And Around Wood Gathered They...

Coyote: “Light The Fire White And Black Eagle! Bring Forth The Warmth...”

Black Eagle: “Aye! I Shall Beeth He To Light The Flame, For Wast I Who Brought It...”

White Eagle: “Beeth Cautious Brother. Twas The Words Of The Lady Of The Mountain To Touch Not This Fire... It Art For The Baby, And Must He Be The One...”

Black Eagle: “Yet The Baby Art So Small. Let Us!... Let Me!...”

White Eagle: “Nay Brother... The Baby Alone!...”

The Fiery Wast Thence Handed To The Baby, And With His Special Hands, A Fire Wast Made, And The Animals Became Warm...

To Sleep In The Night, The Rabbits Dug Many Holes, And Each Of The Animal Kings Dwelled In They House With Their Peoples. One, Wast For White Eagle; One Wast For Black Eagle...

Black Eagle, Took The Child Into His House To Sleep. Yet Out Of Worry, While Black Eagle Slept, White Eagle Came Into His House, And Stole The Baby. Bringing Him Into The House Of White Eagle To Sleep...



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The great guardian is the Lion that may sit above men and women of humankind as a leader, but with the branch of the olive shorn and shaken of fruit between them there should be peace, presenting a key that may unlock the door to a long and fruiful life where humankind live side by side in harmony with all creatures. This does not deny the necessity for death and rebirth of all things, undoubtedly there is value in the cycle of life and death that turns the wheel and replenishes death with birth, rebirth and nurtured growth of the offspring of all things. If so that may represent a worthy sacrifice, a good pumping heart from one struck down in their prime as the gift to replace that failing organ in a young body with life still to unfold before them for instance. There are those among us that believe we live many lives, that we reincarnate, others refine that belief such that we may intertwine reincarnated essence of soul between humankind and fellow creatures. Perhaps merely as a flickering familiar guardian at the shoulder or even absorbing the qualities of both. Humankind and fellow creatures can share nobility of spirit and common purpose as they once did across the great plains and oceans vibrant with movement, that is beyond question. What was that purpose? Life..... it is not too late to change the course and destiny of our world, as I believe our good friend Packajos000 is telling us. Take heed. Redbeck



The merciful lion. Tympanum above western portal, Jaca cathedral, Aragon, ca 1100 [Carlsson 1976]