The Great Light (A Short Cosmic Story)

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52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 47 The Great Light (A short cosmic story)

By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.

Before the current cosmic universe was created, there was and still is the Great Light called the Infinite Intelligent Mind called God. As the universe formed, leading up to the creation of humans and the human race, the Great Light always shined through every speck of the universe, even if it was hidden beyond the veil of humans eyes and ears. But little by little, the Great Light slowly touched the souls of those minds who would be called the enlighten ones, as few as there may be in any generation. The enlighten ones could stand anywhere on planet earth to see the Great Light, while the sleep walkers generally roamed the earth, looking for their gods of gold and silver and other material stuff.

So little by little, the Great Light would touch the souls of men who would open their minds to the Great Light, even as the sleep walkers closed their minds to the Great Light. Therefore, throughout the millions of years of human existence, there has always been the huge division between the enlighten ones who had been touched by the Great Light and those sleep walkers who warred with each other and killed each other, sometimes in the name of their false gods, for power and control and other stupid reasons.

But the Great Light never created humans with their animal desire to kill each other, even if humans keep creating better and better weapons for war and human destruction. As the Great Light touched the minds and souls of more and more advance spiritual thinkers, the combined reflected light from the enlighten ones started to touch the minds and souls of the sleep walkers, so they too, began to tire of the wars and the killing, leading some sleep walkers to began the search for the truth of the universe. They began to tire of being human animals, so they began to develop into thinking humans who wanted to see more than what meets the human eye. Some sleep walkers even started to wonder about the Great Light called the Mind of God.

But in the nuclear age, many sleep walkers still believed in killing other sleep walkers and even the enlighten ones too. A state of insanity when any degree of nuclear war would kill most of the human race, and maybe all life on planet earth. Even the moderate enlighten ones knew that any kind of nuclear war was not the kind of light the Great Light wanted from humankind. Moreover, even the majority of the blindest of sleep walkers knew that they did not want to see the light of a nuclear war on planet earth. So, with the slightest threat of the light of nuclear war lingering in the minds of evil minds, the truly enlighten ones would still look into the Great Light, hoping for answers to the nuclear light of a nuclear war.

Still, day after day, after billions of years, the sunlight touched the earth, to provide the exact warm temperature to sustain and to support all life on earth, for the grand cosmic experiment of the human race; between the sleep walkers and the enlighten ones. Nevertheless, all of earth’s creatures happily waited for the light of the sun; but who knows how many of earth’s creatures see the Great Light that is beyond, yet side by side, and even in the realm of the seemingly solid realm of space and time.

During the millions of years of the sleep walkers roaming the earth, many of the sleep walkers began to open their minds to a few needed qualifications of human survival; namely that every group or town or nation of people needed leaders of one sort or another, for different purposes. The trouble with those leadership roles was that almost all of the human race forget that the Great Light that was not to be found in any building whatsoever, no matter how pretty the inside or outside of any church may be. So the sleep walkers began to create their own gods, just for something to do because they were not intelligent enough to seek for the Great Light of the Mind of God.

So the needed human governments were formed all around the world, in every nation, in every culture, in every race, for every religion. And billions of human beings went to their churches because it was the proper thing to do, without ever individually seeking for the Great Light that the truly enlighten the true seekers for the spiritual Mind of God, even if it takes a lifetime to discover the Great Light called Mind or God.

Separate from the physical churches and the politicians, developed another group of people who usually do not believe in a god in a building, but who also wanted to awake from their darken dreams of living as sleep walkers; so they began to ask questions about everything they could see with their physical eyes. They asked questions about the water and the air and sky and the sun and about all of earth’s creatures; the birds, the worms, the fishes, the plants and trees and flowers. Soon enough, a few awaking sleep walkers wanted to become flying humans, so they watched the birds. Those dreaming humans learned how to fly as humans without feathered wings. Planes were made to carry humans from one side of the earth to the other side of the earth, and everywhere in between.

These men became known as the varied thinking physical scientists because they started observing and studying and experimenting with the universe that they could only see with their own eyes and brain. The physical scientist did not truly wonder and seek for the Great Light beyond space and time. They only wondered and sought about what they as humans could see within their limited perception of space and time. Of course, seeking and wondering about space and time was a great step forward, as the race of sleep walkers stepped out of the darkness and into the light; but it still was not the all knowing and all wise and all powerful Infinite Light of the Mind of God. Although it could be stated that the sleep walkers had to start somewhere simple.

But there was more! As the physical scientists slowly mastered life on planet earth, they decided to reach for the other planets in outer space. First the moon, and then the other planets and their moons, and the asteroids, and meteoroids, and comets. But maybe the most dangerous discovery that the physical scientists had discovered on earth was the knowledge of nuclear energy.

So little by little, shortly before the nuclear warheads were created, some of the sleep walkers became thinkers, without seeing the Great Light. Yet, it was those humans sleep walkers who started to seek for the Great Light in their own way. They began to look upon the universe with their human eyes and human mind, trying to discover what is the light of the sun, and the light of earth. Slowly but surely, the seeking sleep walkers discovered the laws of light and what seems to be solid matter, at least what they could see of it anyway. In no time at all, from the cosmic time perspective, they had also discovered the laws to create the nuclear warheads that could destroy the human race. What a mess the sleep walkers have gotten themselves into without planning for it!

So new problems arose for the sleep walkers called physical scientists, the politicians, the religious people, and for those very dark and evil minded sleep walkers. Seeking for answers to everything led to the very big dilemma and problem of using the nuclear energy for purposes of evil intentions instead of for only good and logical reasons and purposes. So new and bigger problems became apparent between earth’s sleep walking humans and the truly spiritually enlighten humans, as few of those that exist.

How to save the mankind from total annihilation from nuclear warheads when the majority of mankind were still sleep walkers who did not want to seek for the wisdom of the Great Light called Mind or God, the Infinite Intelligence. Did the Great Light called God or Mind create a human race of sleep walkers who one day discovered the secret to the light of the sun and misuse it for evil? Or would the sleep walkers awake from their desire to kill each other as wild animals who possessed nuclear energy?

Did the Great Light give people the intelligent ability to discover, create, and make nuclear warheads or were nuclear warheads the outcome of the human mind’s limited perception of the Great Light or Power of the universe? Or did the Great Light give the human race the intelligence to learn about the seemingly physical universe, but at the same time, to gain the absolute responsibility to make the correct decision to develop into a higher, more spiritual human race without killing each other as the sole means of solving their earthly and people problems?

Without thinking through the ramifications of the human mind’s discoveries, one physically scientific experiment led to another physically scientific experiment, which accumulated to the human mind’s grand creation of the nuclear warhead problem. Of course, the unbelievable problem with the human mind’s seemingly grand achievement was the grand question which hardly any of the physical scientists ever asked themselves, partly because they were to busy discovering the laws and means and ways of building the nuclear warheads, and partly because they themselves were not the emotionally charged religious minds who would use nuclear energy for evil, nor were they the politically power hungry politicians who wanted total personal power at any cost, even if that meant partial or total annihilation of the human race.

Because the varied forms of sleep walkers who woke up every morning without the Infinite Light called Mind or God within their souls and minds and within the core of their being, they did not truly realize the problems that surrounded them while they slept their lives away in ignorance, even if the sleep walkers were happy as they walked under the sunlight in the sky.

They woke up from their night dreamworlds only to walk within their daydreams, of only believing what they see with their eyes, even if they understood little of the universe, and nothing of the Great Intelligence called Mind. In so doing, they darken their human souls by limiting their human eyes to the sunlight instead of to the Infinite Light called Mind. And yet; yet within every modern day civilization, there are those very rare individuals who do not sleep the dreams of unreality forever, because they have learned how to awake from the dreams of their own personal limitations of their mortality.

Moreover, after millions of human years of human development, the division between the enlighten ones and the sleep walkers still continue in the age of words and the printed word, where the sleep walkers could open and read the books that the enlighten ones write for all to read about the Great Light; the Great Light beyond the sun and all nuclear warheads. Again, the division between the enlighten ones and the sleep walkers continued up to the present age, even if the both could wake up to see the clear blue sky. The sleep walkers continued to watch their small lives as if those small lives were real television shows with no end in sight; while the enlighten ones decided to seek the Great Light beyond the blue sky, beyond the sun, for ways to save mankind from self-destruction from their self-made nuclear warheads.

The very deepest of sleep walkers were not aware of the nuclear warhead’s threat, nor of the evil minds that wanted to use those nuclear warheads to destroy a large part of the human race. Those evil leaders who silently and secretly wished to obtain the secrets to the sun’s nuclear energy for their own political and religious standpoints never wanted to obtain the Intelligence of the Great Light called Mind or God. But they did have the enlighten ones and even the partial enlighten ones would knew about the evil intentions and wishes. Even the slightest of political leaders knew that the evil minded human minds should never be allowed to control nuclear warheads, at any cost; for the sake of the survival of the human race. Simple put, it is not an option for human survival.

Everyday, the sleep walkers and the enlighten ones have always awaken from their night dreams around the same time every time, every day, just as the sunlight begins to shine over the earth. Each morning, another round of life begins for all life on planet earth. But the sleep walkers and the enlighten ones do not see the world with the same mental eyes, although the same exact sunlight appears every morning for all creatures, big and small, legged or legless, seeing or blind, strong or weak, sleeping or enlighten.

The sun’s warm light shines on all creatures equally, for either good or bad, even if not all people see the sunlight in the same manner. The powerful and deadly sunlight serves as a reminder to all true thinking leaders that the nuclear energy and especially nuclear warheads is still a very dangerous threat to all of mankind, if those nuclear warheads are obtained by evil minds who wish harm on the human race, for whatever reason.

Yet, awaking from the dreary subconscious world of dreams, the sleep walkers and the enlighten ones would feel their way through the morning darkness to find their way to their individual lives, even if some dreamers walked with foggy minds while the enlighten ones look through the fog of ignorance. But even the morning darkness was not the same to the sleep walkers and the enlighten ones. Walking through the morning darkness, the difference between the sleep walkers and the enlighten ones was like night and day. The sleep walkers would walk through the morning darkness with darken souls, while the enlighten ones always walk through the morning darkness with their enlighten souls.

The sleep walkers see the world through their limited vision of space and time, while the enlighten ones see the world of space and time only as a fake limitation of their brains, which their enlighten minds had truly overcome with enlighten understanding. Of course, those two views of the world completely collide with each other, which is one reason why there are so many wars in the world; because two views of life and God collide with each other. Using the same biological pair of eyes, the sleep walkers and the enlighten ones see the world and the universe with a completely different state of consciousness. But one thing is for sure, everyone should never forget the threat of nuclear weapons.

The sleep walkers sleep with the same darkness within their souls as when they walk on the earth under the sunlight. They know that the sunlight is a material form of light that provides warmth to the earth’s surface for all living creatures, but they probably do not know that it also provides a reminder of the Great Light of the Infinite Intelligence called God or Mind that warms any soul who looks up towards the metaphysical cause of the universe and mankind. Once the morning sunlight touched the minds of the enlighten ones, their inner enlighten souls instantly begin to reflect the spiritual light of the spiritual universe for all living creatures, even for the sleep walkers; although they know it not!

Everyday, the enlighten ones and the sleep walkers awake to see the usually clear blue sky. Lets hope that neither the enlighten ones nor the sleep walkers ever have to wake up to sky filled with the color of red blood from a nuclear war. That should be a grand Christmas wish for every living creature on planet earth. And, it would also be a grand wish from the Great Light of the Infinite Mind.

Tessie; The Animal Lover and Pastor; The Brazilian Rainbow Boa

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52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 46

Tessie; * The Animal Lover and Pastor; The Brazilian Rainbow Boa. (A True Story)

By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.,'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.

Tessie has been an animal lover for many years, long before she met Pastor, her unusual pet buddy. Long before Tessie met Pastor, she lived on her parents 300 acre ranch. Her parents were financially successful because Tessie’s mom worked as a doctor in a hospital and Tessie’s dad made money too. That meant they could obtain many immaterial financial rewards with their money. Tessie had learned her love for animals from her mother the human doctor, who respected all life.

But Tessie’s mom had a deep compassion for all animals, especially when she saw their suffering after the animals had endured torture by humans for medical testing and related purposes. Tessie’s mom quickly realized that all of the suffering animals needed a home after they were no longer needed for medical testing and other related purposes, so she created an animal retirement refugee ranch for the medically tested animals. The ranch was already home to many kinds of animals, so it was no trouble to enlarge their animal ranch to reward the medically tested animals with a peaceful retirement under the light blue skies of earth. One day, Tessie was on the ranch when her mother arrived home with a big surprise.

For some unknown reason, a fully grown zebra was being loaded off a truck, to enjoy its new life at the animal ranch. The zebra was angry at the humans who used it for medical experimentation, but nevertheless Tessie’s mom wanted to do another humane act of giving the angry zebra a quiet and peaceful home for its remaining years under the light blue skies of earth.

Tessie could see the joy on her mom’s face as the zebra started its walk off of the truck onto the animal ranch, which enabled Tessie to catch the spirit of kindness and respect for all animal life, no matter what color or shape or sounds they would make. Tessie herself knew that her mom had seen enough human and animal suffering to cause her to devote part of the large ranch as a refugee ranch for the misused and abused animals. Tessie was only a child when she saw her parents show the priceless compassion to the abused and misused animals, so she had learned early on to respect all animal life, along with helping all needy creatures who needed a human hand to help it survive on planet earth.

After many years of collecting animals, the animal ranch became a refugee ranch for a large amount of animals for so many reasons. Tessie could walk out any door to her house to encounter animals from around the world. Horses, raccoons, dogs and cats, zebras, monkeys, and so many more; but in short, it was a homegrown zoo. Tessie grew up without of television’s current wave of blood and violent television shows, with their gory and bloody lifeless human bodies on the nightly television screen. Instead, she was living a dream of many little girls, to have her own personal zoo in her backyard. She learned how to take care of many of the animals, and eventually she went to college for a degree in zoology. Maybe the most famous zoologist of our modern times is Charles Darwin and his theories about animal classifications and his theories about animal evolution.

As Tessie sat in her college classes, she had learned more technical information about all of the different kinds of animals, but she missed her parent’s zoo ranch, as she remembered the simplicity of feeding, petting, and enjoying their presence. She would also remembered the ranch workers and animals helpers who would care and protect the animals; even if they never took a class in zoology. Tessie too, would care for the animals without all of the detailed history of each specific animal, like what country it lived in before it arrived to America. Tessie had grown up with more animals than most children could ever dream of, so she knew she had been a lucky little girl.

Tessie also remembered how she loved all animals; no matter how small or how big, no matter what color or shape, no matter what they ate, or what kind of noises they uttered. As she remembered walking around her parents animals refugee ranch, she would remember watching each creature to learn how it related to the people world, even after their abuse and misuse by humans. Tessie slowly began to realize many things about all creatures on planet earth. They all wanted love from humans, even if they could not describe love as a word or even as an emotion. They did not want to be tortured by humans for the human’s medical purposes.

Tessie had also learned never to judge an animal in any regard whatsoever; never to judge an animal with her human’s limited conceptions about what an animal should be or what it should do; so that she would never damage her relationship with any earthly creature. Even though some creatures had four legs to walk over on the earth, while other creatures had no legs to walk with, so they had to crawl over the earth, or fly above in the skies. Tessie had also realized that all of the abused and misused animals were not only changed by the human’s abuse and misuse, but they also remembered the pain that was inflicted upon them. In a real sense, Tessie own human soul had long ago began to learn something about compassion for all of earth’s creatures.

After Tessie had obtained her zoology degree, her eye had caught the sight of some baby Brazilian Rainbow Boas, (snakes). The baby boas are between fifteen to twenty inches long after they crack through their eggshells; and they can grow as long as 36-48 inches. They are reddish brown with curvy black stripes that start at their head and end at their tail. Of course Tessie did not care about the length of her new pet or how long it would live for, she just knew that she loved the hidden rainbow colors that shone whenever the light was just perfect.

Tessie named her new pet Brazilian Rainbow Boa Pastor. Pastor seemed to be a good name for a snake that seemed to reflect the colors of the rainbow. Almost like reflecting the hidden colors of God. A seemingly strange name for a seemingly strange pet. After all, who would want a snake for a pet? But Tessie had learned that every earth creature might be able to teach her something. And not only that, every earth creature should know something about human kindness instead of human barbarism. In the beginning of Pastor’s life, she had the best of a normal life. She ate a snack once or twice a week. She rested in her glass cage, to enjoy the warmth of the sunlight through the window or to enjoy the long moments of peace and tranquillity and serenity of a normal pet snake.

Pastor learned very quickly the smells and sent of her human owner Tessie, so she recognized Tessie’s hand every time she reached into the glass cage to pull Pastor out of the glass cage. Pastor the boa would slide and slither her scaly body over Tessie’s soft warm arms and around her neck; all the while Tessie would help guide it in one direction or another, just to keep Pastor’s rhythm going. People would watch Tessie and Pastor’s unusual friendship as they wondered why a human being would enjoy the company of a snake, and why a snake would enjoy the company of a human being. But that was ok with both Tessie and Pastor; because they were buddies.

Many such strange friendships can not be explained, so why try to explain such friendships between a human and a reptile to boring and uncompassionate people. When Pastor grew larger, Tessie started taking Pastor to field trips around town, to the parks and lakes, and even to work. In one sense, they became closer pals, as funny and strange as that might sound. But Tessie guessed that Pastor enjoyed seeing the sights, but especially the scents and smells of the parks and the lakes; with the people and other animals. They would roam around the parks and lakes until Pastor became tired. Then it was back to the glass cage where Pastor could enjoy the slow pace of being a lazy snake. Pastor had learned to trust Tessie to know what and when to do whatever was necessary for their survive. Trust is important in a dangerous world. Both Tessie and Pastor knew that!

That trust would one day become an asset to Pastor because she was about to change from a seeing Brazilian Rainbow Boa to a blind Brazilian Rainbow Boa. Only three years old, in snake years, and Pastor the snake could no longer see the world. Tessie knew she had a decision to make; either let Pastor sleep in snake heaven, or to keep Pastor alive as a blind Boa. Many of Tessie’s friends advised her to send Pastor to snake heaven, but most of those people did not own snakes or reptiles of any kind; and Tessie knew they would not understand her decision. Tessie’s human conscience could not bring herself to kill a earth creature just because it could not see the world anymore. Somehow, Tessie guessed that there must be more to the world than seeing it. Tessie decided to let Pastor live as a blind snake.

Tessie started to care for Pastor even more than when she could see the surrounding world. There was still Pastor’s feeding once a week, with Pastor’s favorite food, even if Tessie’s had to open Pastor’s mouth to shove the food into its mouth. After all, how would a blind snake know what it was eating if it could not see the food item? Soon enough, Pastor increasingly trusted Tessie with the unseen food, even if Tessie still had to pry open Pastor’s mouth and shove the snake food into Pastor’s mouth.

Just to make life a bit more comfortable for Pastor, and also less boring too, Tessie still brought Pastor to the lakes, and parks, and even to work by way of car. Tessie guessed that Pastor might be able to experience many of the snake’s other senses just as it had experienced as a seeing snake, but maybe more so. Tessie wanted to show as much love as possible to the blind Pastor.

Tessie never stated to Pastor, ‘I love you, you Brazilian Rainbow Boa.’ because she did not have to speak words to an earth creature who could not understand the English language or any wordy language for that matter. But Pastor understood anyway. The language of silence can sometimes be more powerful than the any human language because of the old saying, ‘Action speaks louder than words.’ That old phrase may sometimes be debatable, but when that phrase is applied between a human being who can speak words and also see the surrounding world, and a reptile who can not see the surrounding world, nor speak any language, actions surely speak louder than words.

So this is a different kind of story, but one that happens everyday between seeing humans and blind humans. A blind person sometimes needs the help of a seeing person, but they learn to survive without the help of seeing humans. No one would kill a blind person, so why would Tessie simple kill her blind pet boa? Maybe that is the point of this story? Or is it?

One day, when Tessie was walking around Angel Lake and its park, Pastor was slithering around her body as if Tessie was a living tree; with soft and warm skin instead of coarse and hard tree bark. Pastor had experienced a few hard tree barks, along with Tessie’s soft and warm skin. Tessie was walking around the lake with Pastor wrapping itself around her neck and arms, with Pastor’s smelling the sights. What could the non-seeing Pastor be feeling? Surely it was feeling trust. You can bet Pastor was feeling Tessie’s unusual love as Pastor was also smelling every possible scent at the lake.

As Tessie walked across a small wooden bridge, a mountain biker was peddling across the small wooden bridge, only to spot the unexpected surprise of seeing a snake wrapping around a young lady’s arms and neck. The mountain biker almost came to a squealing halt when his eyes glanced at the lady with the snake around her neck and arms, as they almost bumped into the mountain biker. As the mountain biker and the Tessie’s eyes met, at the bridge’s entrance, the mountain biker started a conversation with the snake lady with the words, ‘Is that a snake around your neck, or is that a stupid question?’ It was supposed to be a joke, but the lady did not laugh.

The snake lady responded with, ‘That is a stupid question.’ with a slight chuckle. ‘I have been walking all around this lake and no one has said a word to me. You are the first person to talk to me about Pastor.’

‘What kind of snake is it?’ asked the biker.

‘It is a Brazilian Rainbow Boa.’ answered Tessie.

The mountain biker looked carefully at the Brazilian Rainbow Boa, at its reddish brown snake skin and its black wavy stripes. It sure looks different.’ said the biker.

‘It is considered to be one of the prettiest snakes in the world.’ stated Tessie.

‘Why is that?’ asked the mountain biker.

‘Just watch it move.’ responded Tessie.

As the snake moved around Tessie’s arm, the biker suddenly noticed the changing colors just as if it was a moving rainbow with hidden colors. The hidden colors became apparent with each movement of the Pastor’s body. When the Brazilian Rainbow Boa stood still, the biker could only see its colorful stripes. But when Pastor began to move again, every slight movement of Pastor’s snake body caused all of its hidden colors to shine in the sunlight. The biker was amazed that a snake could reflect so many hidden colors. Immediately, the biker realized that if a person was looking at a picture of a Brazilian Rainbow Boa snake, they would not see all of the changing colors because the snake would not be moving in the picture to reveal its hidden colors.

The mountain biker starred at the snake as his mind began twirling around with questions. Tessie had introduced herself and Pastor as she repeated her story just as she had done hundreds of times before. Once the mountain biker heard the story, he began wondering about how a blind snake lives its life without seeing anything whatsoever. Many metaphysical questions slowly began to creep into the mountain biker’s metaphysical method of thinking and reasoning, as he began to compare the blind snake with blind people. Of course, blind people can still listen to music or the television or talk on the phone or use their fingers to read braille with their fingers, but a snake could never do those human activities, so what could it be missing.

Maybe not much, except the love of its human owner, which of course it still possessed because it was still alive.

The metaphysical mountain biker asked himself why would a human would keep a snake who could not see her anymore. Would the snake even remember what Tessie or the world looked like? But these questions were answered when the metaphysical mountain biker realized that Tessie truly loved Pastor, even if no other human on the planet could understand how a human could love a snake or how a snake could love a human. And the metaphysical mountain biker also realized that Pastor also loved Tessie; how could it be otherwise?

A blind snake could never read by braille, but it can still feel its owner’s heart beating away under the warm skin of its owner just as before when it could see the skin. In fact, Maybe more so! The metaphysical mountain biker recalled how a blind person’s other senses become magnified, and maybe the snakes other senses became magnified too. What could be magnified within the mind of a snake? thought the metaphysical mountain biker. And he knew the snake could taste the wind with its built in snake senses.

‘I am god to the snake!’ blurted out Tessie..

The metaphysical mountain biker’s mind turned inward towards the Mind of God when the unthinking Tessie made the catch 22 statement. On one side of the coin, in one viewpoint, Tessie helped the blind snake with everything except breathing because Pastor was totally depended on Tessie for everything even when it could see. But that make Tessie a god? The metaphysical mountain biker knew that was not the truth, even if she had the human authority to kill her pet snake or to feed it the best snake food.

As other people started to talk to Tessie about Pastor, diverting her attention away from the metaphysical mountain biker, the metaphysical mountain biker’s mind pondered the catch 22 statement of Tessie, ‘I am god to Pastor.’ He thought to himself, ‘What is the real God to the snake, to the universe, and to all people on planet earth? God is the unhuman nature of Mind, Spirit, Soul, Principle, Life, Truth, Love. (Science and Health, pg. 465. By Mary Baker Eddy.)

The metaphysical mountain biker began to have compassion on the blind snake, so he turned to what he knew was the real God of Pastor, the Brazilian Rainbow Snake. The metaphysical mountain biker began to again realize that what the human brain and human mind sees as a limited reptile body called a seeing or a blind snake, the Infinite Mind or Intelligence called God could only see an individual intelligence with unlimited spiritual senses that were forever perfect, outside the limited conception of the human brain.

The Mind of God, which is not inside a limited human brain, only sees an individual image within its own intelligent creation, and not a material creation within the human mind’s limited perception of the universe.

The Mind of God can only see the snake as an image of the Spirit of God; as a pure spiritual reflection of the whole of the perfect spiritual being, and not only a limited snake mind to snake body connection.

The Mind of God can only see the snake as an image of the Soul of God, the snake’s true spiritual identity had unlimited spiritual senses, free from the limited snake brain.

The Mind of God can only see the snake as an image of the Principle called God, the snake was the spiritual demonstration of the Infinite One.

The Mind of God can only see the snake as an individual image of the Life called God, the snake’s true spiritual identity did not have a beginning or an end. Instead, its true spiritual identity is a deathless individual life that did not live in a space or time universe as a material object because it was already living in the isness and nowness of Life.

The Mind of God can only see the snake as an image of Truth, the snake’s true spiritual identity is not a limited self-snake consciousness, but it is a pure spiritual consciousness that was at one with the Divine Self Consciousness called Truth.

The Mind of God can only see the snake as an image of Love, the snake was always perfect and will always be perfect in the Mind of God; even if humans do not see it, can not see the truth with their limited human brain.

After the metaphysical mountain biker realized the Truth about the snake and the every creature in the universe, he slowly and calmly reached his hand out to Pastor the snake. He made a Y with his fingers, putting two fingers on each side of Pastor’s wondering head. Pastor’s head stood still as he knew what was taking place. Pastor the snake was beginning to see again, in a new way than Pastor could have seen before. The snake smelled his fingers and then its long tongue flicked out to kiss the biker’s finger.

Of course, Tessie did not comprehend what had happened between the metaphysical mountain biker and Pastor the Brazilian Rainbow Boa, but Pastor the snake knew what was happening. So the metaphysical mountain biker asked Tessie, ‘Do you think that you can feel what the snake needs? Like, do you think you have mentally connected to the Pastor’s mental state so you can know what she wants, as a snake?’

Pastor picked up on the questioning clue. He yawned a big yawn, twice. Although the metaphysical mountain biker asked Tessie, ‘Why is she yawning?’ he knew that Pastor had enough fun for one day and that she wanted to go home, to rest in her glass cage.

Tessie said, ‘Pastor is tired. So we have to go home now.’

The metaphysical mountain biker watched Tessie the animal lover and Pastor the brazilian rainbow boa as they walked away as two human friends might walk together, one hand holding onto the other, with trust and friendship; as they viewed themselves, the universe and God in a new light.


* Tessie’s real name is Tuti, but I changed her name.

Penny The Poet

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 45 Penny The Poet

(Dedicated to my parent's 50th wedding anniversary.)

By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.,s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.

Penny the poet lover never sang a song in her life, but she had learned to love romantic words anyway. Penny grew up in a house of few words; sometimes no words. Yet, her parents used words in the normal way that people used words, but Penny guessed that something was missing.

As a child, Penny always listened to her parents whenever they used words for their varied purposes. She always tried to figure out what they were really trying to say, especially when they were mad or angry. She would also listen to people talking to each other in school and the grocery stores and in the malls and even at the bus stop, all the while she was trying to figure out how they could used words better, for better results. She always felt like people were missing something when they opened up their mouths to speak, that is, to use words. But then again, Penny was not living in the age of Romanticism.

Penny was living in a age where many people cared more about watching pictures on televison or movies or games, than developing their word usage. Nevertheless, in her youth, she did not know a thing about poetry. But she felt its soul long before she knew poetry even existed. She felt that way because she thought that people did not speak from their soul, or even if they had a soul to speak from, they did not know how to express their soul to the world. As a youth, Penny felt like people opened their mouths with the crudest of mental abilities.

Crude and simple words for people who only wanted to eat and drink, but who did not want to study language. But Penny learned that there was a time when romantic people cared about words and how to use them. While other people cared nothing for words nor would they spend a dime on a word book or even accept a free word book, there were other people who knew words and that using words were very important for many reasons. That is what she thought as a child, even though she could not understand why she guessed it.

As a child, Penny would listen intently to the television and radio, to listen to the words that people used to express themselves or ideas of the day. She felt that people on television were missing something important, as if their words were a dead leafs, instead of the colorful leafs that expressed nature’s changing seasons, that expressed the life of the world, of its soul. Penny thought that people put no soul into their words because they lived life like simpletons who only repeated the simple words that they had overheard from their parents, family members, and society as a whole.

Even in school, poor Penny felt some deprivation from her teachers because they taught her the simplicity of words, as most grade school teachers do; teaching the young students words as if words were like numbers on a page. Yet, even numbers come alive when they are related to each other; so how much more so for words, with their varied meanings, from their international values for communication from the past, present, and into the future?

There had to more to words than their plain meanings from the dictionary, thought Penny. But Penny had no one to show and teach her how make words come alive with the magic she sensed they possessed. Everyday, everywhere Penny had traveled to, she listened to hear if any person knew how to voice words with the magic she guessed they possessed, but she could not find those people in her everyday world.

As Penny grew older, she began her search to find what she knew she was missing in the world of words, so she could turn her words into magical words. She searched all of the grammar books in her school library, with no luck at all. So Penny decided to ask her teacher about using words and the magic she guess that they must possess in the mind of a romantic writer. When she walked into her teacher’s classroom, her teacher looked up towards Penny and she asked Penny, ‘What can I do for you Penny?’

As Penny grew older, she began her search to find what she knew she was missing in the world of words, so she could turn her words into magical words. She searched all of the grammar books in her school library, with no luck at all. So Penny decided to ask her teacher about using words and the magic she guess that they must possess in the mind of a romantic writer. When she walked into her teacher’s classroom, her teacher looked up towards Penny and she asked Penny, ‘What can I do for you Penny?’

The smiling Penny looked at her teacher as she answered, ‘Well teacher, I know that I am only in grade school, but isn’t there more to learning words than repeating them and learning them by memory?’

Penny’s teacher put down her pen and she responded with, ‘I have never had a young student ever ask me that question, Penny. I am really amazed that you think that there is more to words than repeating them by rote, as in their dictionary definitions. There is more to words than their dry definitions. But I think you are thinking about poetry.

The young Penny responded with, ‘Poetry! What is poetry?

The teacher smiled at Penny as she stated, ‘People can use words for many reasons; like to present facts in their dry directness, as un-colorful as possible. But creative writers can use a style of writing known as poetry to express a different aspects of their human mind, or of their human soul, to express not logical ideas, but to express the depth of their inner being, for many reasons. Poetry is when words are used for a special intensity of feeling, like love, in a distinctive and rhythm manner.’

Penny asked, ‘Do you have any poetry to show me what you mean?’

The teacher stood up from her desk and she walked over to her bookshelf and she picked up a book titled, "WORLD POETRY"; by: Katharine Washburn and John S. Major. The teacher opened the book to page 750, to one of her favorite poems in the book. She stood up in front of the classroom, changing her composure, as if she was an actor. She held the book in one hand as her facial appearance changed. She seemed to enter into a different state of mind before she spoke the first words. Penny watched her teacher as she transformed into a different state of mind. Then, the words flowed:

WORDS IN THE SHADOW: by: Louis Simpson.

She said, "I am wrong to want something more, it is true.
The hours go by very quietly just so.
There you are. I never take my eyes off of you.
In your eyes I see your thoughts as they come and go.

To watch you is a joy I have not yet got through.
No doubt it is still very charming of its kind!
I watch, for I know everything that annoys you,
So that nothing comes a knocking when you are not inclined.

I make myself so small in my corner near you.
You are my great lion, I am your little dove.
I listen to your leaves, the peaceful froufrou.
Sometimes I pick up your pen when it falls off.

Without a doubt I have you. Surely I see you.
Thinking is a wine on which the dreamers are drunk,
I know. But sometimes I’d like to be dreamed of too.
When you are like that, in your books, all evening, sunk,

Not lifting your head or saying a word to me,
There is a shadow deep down in my loving heart.
For me to see you whole, it is necessary
To look at me a little, sometimes, on your part."

Penny sat quietly in her chair after while the teacher returned to her normal self. The teacher said, ‘Those are words are from the heart of a lady poet who used words to express her love for her husband. But anyone who has been in love can relate to it, because the words combine to form her love on paper, from her emotional mind and also from her personal experience. "For poems are not as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough) - they are experiences."

Rainer Maria Rilke. (http://www.poets.org/)

Penny sat still as her teacher walked over to her bookshelf and she grabbed another copy of the same book, WORLD POETRY. Penny’s teacher place the book on the desk and she grabbed a ballpoint pen and opened the book’s cover. She looked at Penny before she signed the book with, "For Penny, May you love words enough to become a word master and a great lady poet. May this book be the beginning of a long love life with words. Signed, Teacher." She handed the book to Penny and Penny took the book as if she had been given the answer to her quest for creating magic with words.

Penny said ‘Thank you for the book and for the word/poetry lesson. I think I know what you mean. Maybe I will be a poet when I grow up, or at least a part time poet.’ She stood up and she started to walk towards the door. Her teacher said, ‘Penny.’ Penny turned her head towards the teacher as her teacher said, ‘Why wait until you are a grown up. You can start using words now.

You can become a poet now. You just have to explore your mind and soul and find the words and sentences that even so dimly reflect what you feel and experience. You can start to treasure words and their meanings and how to combine them to create your magic poetry on paper. A pen or pencil, some paper, a dictionary, and your thinking mind and intuitive soul. And when you obtain more life experience, with its loves and sorrows, you will become a better poet. But you can start now, with what you have already experienced in your life. I can help you along. You can also go to the library or bookstore and learn about poetry on your own. There a many books on poetry.’

Penny waved goodbye to the teacher as she left the classroom and she walked straight to the school library. She found a few books like: The Poets Handbook: by Judson Jerome. Creating Poetry: by John Drury. The Art and Craft of Poetry: by Michael J. Bugeja. There were many other poetry books in the library, but Penny’s book backpack was only so big. She proudly and excitingly walked home with the poetry books. When she entered her house, her mom was waiting for her. Her mom said to Penny, ‘Welcome home Penny. What did you do today?’

Penny walked into the kitchen as she took the poetry books out of her book backpack. She laid the poetry books on the kitchen table. I am going to study poetry, so I signed out these poetry books from the library. Her mom looked at her daughter with a bit of pride, but also with a bit of curiosity. ‘Why have you become interested in poetry?’ asked her mom.

Penny looked up towards her mom with the answer, ‘I want to learn how to use words. I want to express my soul and the treasures of life by words on paper.’

Penny;’s mom smiled and said, ‘Good for you Penny. Start now so when you fall in love with a young man, you will be able to write love poems.’

Penny did not reply to her mom’s statement about love poems. Instead, she opened the refrigerator door and grabbed some milk and a slice of apple pie. She returned to the table and opened up a poetry book and she started her personal goal of studying words, for poetry’s sake.

After awhile Penny stood up and excused herself from the kitchen so she could walk up to her bedroom. She opened the WORLD POETRY Poem book to page 750, to read the poem that her teacher had read to her. She read it aloud, trying to understand the meaning of the words, of the sentences, of the whole poem from top to bottom. Being a short and logical poem, Penny understood the words simple enough; but she knew that she had never been in love, so she would be missing some of the meaning in the poem. Still, it sound nice!

Penny finished her normal school days of reading books and studying for and passing her exams, until the last day of her highschool days. Penny did not date to much during her highschool days because she was using her mind to obtain good grades to impress college recruiters; along with the fact that her parents taught Penny that dating should not be her first goal as a young lady.

They did not want their daughter to be corrupted by the bad influences of highschool because they knew how so many negative elements can deter the human brain and human mind from obtaining its full potential in all areas of intellectual development.

But after the summer vacation, Penny was ready for college, and a new life away from her parents. But during her first college class, she quickly realized that she would have to study as hard as she did in highschool, for more important reasons; like to impress job recruiters after she had obtained her college degree. But first thing first! Penny began a new life of total independence away from her parents and highschool friends, as limited as they were. After all, how many highschool students fall in love with words? Usually, most highschool students fall in love everything but words; with another human, or with a musical band, or with a mirror, or with sports, or with something other than the English language, or any other language for that matter.

Penny perceived that she was going to enjoy studying in college even more than studying in highschool. But during her first visit to the student union cafeteria, Penny sat down to enjoy her first mocha coffee; which was the beginning of a love affair with the highly caffeinated mocha coffee. But within a few minutes of her opening up a book, another college student sat down next to her. She heard the words, ‘I saw you in class and I wanted to say hi.’

Penny closed her book and she started a conversation with her new friend, her first new friend of many new friends in her college life. For the next two hours, Penny and her new friend talked about their hometowns, and their new college lives, and other less important small talk. Penny began to feel more and more like a grownup when she realized that she would not be going home to her parents. Instead, she would be returning to the dormitory, where she would have to live with strangers. But nevertheless, she felt as if she was growing up more and more, by becoming an individual.

Living at the college, Penny’s studies quickly progressed and finished as one semester followed after another semester. But her true love was always with words; which is why she majored in the use of words from around the world. In one class, Penny had to recite a poem in front of the class. It was an easy choice for Penny. She read one of her favorite poems to the class from the book, ‘LOVE SONGS / SONNETS’ by Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets. Penny stood up in front of the class, as she began to feel a change in her soul; she began to recite the poem,

To My Dear And Loving Husband: by Ann Bradstreet.

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye woman, if you can.

I prize thy love more than mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the east doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.

Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love, let’s so persevere.
That when we love no more, we may live forever.

(Ann Bradstreet (1613- 1672) was the first American female poet to have her works published.)

The class listened to the newly created romantic Penny, because Penny was beginning to dream of finding a lifelong soul mate; namely a husband who also wanted to begin a family life after her college life. In time, in an unexpected moment, Penny’s heart was touched by another word lover. She had been looking at a poetry book in the local book store, when a bright young fellow walked up to the book aisle where she was standing. She was reaching for a book when his hand tried to grab it before she grabbed it. ‘A little greedy there, aren’t we?’ stated a surprised Penny.

‘Not greedy. I just want that poetry book.’ stated her soon to be male friend.

‘Well it is mine now!’ stated Penny. ‘But we could discuss it over a cup of mocha coffee.’

Soon enough, the two poetry lovers started to explore the world of poetry together as one mind. They also begin a weekly exploration of watching at least one romantic movie either on DVD or in a movie theater. And of course, sooner than later, they considered themselves in love.

The wedding was grand. They each had wrote a poem for their wedding vows. Penny choose a poem by Elizabeth Akers Allen.

At Last:

At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close—at last—at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,—
But you, dear heart, you love me now.

Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,—
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,—
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!

I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,—
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!

Penny and new her husband started a family soon thereafter the wedding. Yet, before their first child was even born into the world of words, Penny and her husband read children poetry to their unborn child. Poems such as:

All Things Bright and Beautiful: by Cecil Frances Alexander.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning,
That brightens up the sky.

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

Penny knew that her all her children possessed a soul; and by learning the Soul of God Almighty, they too, would become bright and beautiful, no matter how great or how small. They too, would be wise and wonderful. And they too, would be able to tell it all!

The Greylag Goose And The Mountain Biker

One great lecture at: http://tastethewind.blogspot.com/2010/12/major-problems-for-mankind.html

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 44 The Greylag Goose And The Mountain Biker (A True Story)

By: Mr. George D. Patnoe, Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.

In the year 1979, seventeen greylag geese stood together as one; until one by one, they disappeared from Angel Lake. They had arrived as a flock, but one by one, they slowly flew into to the airless tunnel of the afterlife. But before the era of the greylag goose had totally ended at Angel Lake, the last living goose was in for the surprise of her life.

Nevertheless, for the past 28 years, she had the companionship of the other identical gray feathered greylag geese as her friends at Angel Lake; even though her friends were slowly leaving her more and more alone over the twenty eight years; until that last moment when her all of her feathery greylag geese friends had vanished into the void of memories; into the void of airless and featherless flight.

Memories of hanging out at Angel Lake with the flock were so different than when a goose is all alone. Even though life at Angel Lake is relatively safe from danger; the life of nature, of the wild, is still full of dangerous uncertainties, from other animals, the weather, and humans and their dogs. As a group, there were seventeen pairs of eyes to watch for danger and seventeen pairs of ears to listen for danger. Alone, the greylag goose only possessed her single set of eyes and her ears to watch and listen for danger. But she had learned a lot when she lived with the flock, so she would somehow survive being alone. Being alone, the greylag goose still had a few things to learn. .

Before the moment of being alone, the seventeen had learned to live with the disappearances of each individual goose, as it disappeared from planet earth. With the slow disappearance of each individual of the flock of seventeen, each surviving individual greylag goose learned to increasingly separate themselves from flock of seventeen. With the passing of each individual goose, the other greylag geese learned how to be more of an individual they than could ever know, until that moment when one greylag goose stood alone, as an individual goose. As with many social creatures, the greylag goose somehow realized that she was the last one standing, in her world at Angel Lake. She did not understand where her friends had all disappeared to, she only knew that they were gone, and that she was alone. But life is for the living, so she began to live her life, alone from the flock..

After twenty-eight years of living with its kind, the greylag goose stood alone on the shore of time, between two universes, on the shore of Angel Lake. She could almost hear their squawks calling her over to the other side, but the greylag goose thought she had more to learn, so she ignored their invisible voices. Still living, the one and only lonely greylag goose slowly faced the world as a mad and angry creature because her geese friends were gone, but she kept up her normal habits of eating grass, swimming in the lake, begging for bread from humans.

What to do, except bicker, bicker, bicker by quacking, quacking, quacking for life; but she was mostly silent, reflecting Angel Lake’s silence. Still, bickering at dogs or bickering at the Canadian geese, or bickering at the hundreds of humans who would walk pass it everyday helped pass the time away. So there it was, her world was unchanged, but it was also different now. She learned how to chomp on grass alone, to swim alone, to watch people alone, to dodge dogs alone, to sit in the rain alone, to sit in the cold ocean winds alone. The greylag goose was forced to feel a part of her soul that she had never felt before. She felt the change of living in a flock to living alone even though she was free to fly anyplace she desired; free as an individual goose. Her soul was free to travel anyway in the world now, away from the flock. But instead, she stayed home, at Angel Lake.

Angel Lake has creatures of many qualities and abilities. Some animals like squirrels can only walked on the ground, while fishes can only swim in the water, while many creatures, like dragonflies can only fly with their wings from here to there. Many birds fly in the sky, floating around in circles as if they are clouds with wings. But the lucky greylag goose was able to walk on earth, or to float and swim on the waters of Angel Lake, or it could fly high in the sky with the grace of a ballet dancer.

Instead, the greylag goose, old for her years, became a zen master goose. Sitting still, she looked into the timelessness of Angel Lake, and she saw the nature of eternal life without knowing it. The greylag goose began to wonder about life away from the flock more and more. What did it mean to be an individual greylag goose? Do these human know anything about life? Why do they not sit still and listen to their own soul and that Cosmic Soul of the Universe talk to them?

She learned to sit still, watching the world pass by her with its varied ducks, geese, squirrels, cats and dogs of all shapes and sizes, which applied to people too! Along with the changing weather patterns. She would watch the sun rise in the morning and then watch the colorful orange and yellow and sometimes blue sunsets at night, until darkness covered the earth, exposing the stars above. She noticed the stars high in the sky and she wondered what they were all about, maybe somehow realizing that other worlds were far away from planet earth.

And then there was the white aircrafts in the sky, with their long streaks of white tails crossing the sky. ‘What could those be?’ wondered the greylag goose. And during the summer months, the flocks of people would gather around the picnic tables. The greylag goose would watch them start their fires, and then she would smell the oddest of smells which only made her more curious than ever. And those sailboats in the water, she noticed the people on them and she ponder to herself, ‘I am lucky because I do not need a sailboat to float on the water.’ And then, she would hear the varied cultural music that roared from the music boxes. Sometimes, the music was to loud and so unbearable that the greylag goose simply slipped into the water to paddle over to the island in the middle of the lake.

The island was off limits to people, except the park rangers who needed to watch over the island’s inhabitants and care for them whenever they needed to. Away from the crowds of uncaring and noisy people, the greylag goose would find refuge from the chaotic human partying on the island. Alone on an island was better than hanging out with a bunch of partying humans. But as darkness covered the land, the people disappeared, and so did their noise and smells. In the night’s darkness, sitting still all night long in that darkness, on an island, the greylag goose became a creature of the night’s darkness, but also of its dreams; where she would feel her soul enlarge into new realms of memories, until the sun arose for another day of physical activity. So many memories for a twenty-eight year old greylag goose.

Still, the social greylag goose had no choice but to reach out to the lower feathery creatures like the ducks and Canadian geese for some feathery companionship, but it also began to reach out to the seemingly higher intelligent creatures called humans who walked on two legs. But as they walked passed her by the thousands, most of them just saw a plain and ornery dumb greylag goose. The greylag goose made the correct and safe choice. She reached out to the lower creatures such as ducks and their ducklings, and to the local Canadian geese who already knew her. But she also reached up for bread from the many friendly people who feed bread to the geese and ducks. She wondered about those humans and their usual stale bread or rolls.

But the greylag goose was about to experience a few human delights besides the plain and usually stale bread the unthoughtful people gave her for their personal pleasures. She was about to meet an intelligent creature who knew something about the metaphysical nature of life, of Angel Lake, of communication, and yes; even the life of a mother goose. Most humans believe that only humans can communicate with humans, and the other so-called lower earthly creatures might communicate with each other in a more simplified manner. The greylag goose was about to met a metaphysical human who knows something about the metaphysical nature of communication, even between a human and a mother goose.

The very lucky the greylag goose would meet a human friend who would give more than boring stale bread. This special friend had a way with creatures with wings, seen and unseen. He also knew something about communication; that it comes in different forms for different purposes. When the biker saw the angry greylag goose, he knew that she missed her buddies. He also knew that the greylag goose needed something special to make up for the lost of her sixteen friends.

The biker knew she was angry for many reasons, because she felt alone, that she was old, that she did not knew where her greylag geese buddies had disappeared to. If she was a hundred year old human, people probably would still not treat her with any kind of respect in our throw away society. The biker knew even an old greylag goose needed some special attention.

So in one decisive moment, the human biker friend decided to help the greylag goose by healing it from its loneliness. The biker did not discuss his mission with anyone because he knew how people would not understand why a human would care for an old greylag goose. One afternoon, the biker slowed down his mountain bike to stop next to the greylag goose. He opened the plastic bag of bread and he handed a slice of ordinary bread to the ornery greylag goose just to get acquainted. She snapped her head up to grab the slice of wheat bread with her peak. By that time in her twenty-eight year old life, she had eaten thousands of slices of breads.

But the biker had a few trick up his sleeve to make his bread slices special from all the thousands of other slices of bread. After the greylag goose had finished eating the bread, the biker bent down and he started to whistle a long romantic serenade to the greylag goose. As the biker whistled towards the greylag goose, the greylag goose looked at him with her ears attentive to the sound. She knew that the biker was whistling for it, as the sun was setting behind the lake’s darkening skyline of trees. No human had ever whistled to it before. It was the first of many new memories for the old greylag goose.

That long serenade whistle became a trade mark for the biker. He might whistle on the other side of the lake; and by the time he had arrived at the greylag’s goose’s special spot, people would ask, ‘Does that goose know you; because as soon as she heard your whistle, she stood up on her feet, spread her wings, and she started quacking loudly. The biker would always answer, ‘Sure she knows me. What kind of question is that? We are lake buddies.’ People would walk away from the biker and goose realizing that animals and humans can be friends.

In no time at all, the angry greylag goose tilted its head down and relaxed its eyes as it slowly paused for a musical moment. She had never heard a slow mellowing whistle before, especially a whistle pointed straight at her ears. Of all of the tens and possibly hundreds of thousands of people she had seen during her twenty-eight years at Angel Lake, she had never heard the sound such as the biker’s soft serenade. She feel into a trance, as she seemed at peace for the first time since greylag goose number sixteen had disappeared. As the sky darkened into night, the greylag goose was close to falling asleep when the biker waved goodbye as he peddled away. Maybe she was wondering if the musical moment would ever return to her ears, as the hundreds of people who passed her daily during the summer time.

Of course, the biker would return many times to visit the goose at Angel Lake. Although he did not whistle every time he gave the goose a slice of bread. But one day, before his ride, as the biker was making a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for himself, the biker looked down on the jar of peanut butter and he thought to himself, ‘I bet that goose would love the taste of peanut butter.’ So he stuck a knife into the jar and he pulled it out to cover the slice of bread with a thin cover of peanut butter. When he approached the greylag goose, he started his whistle to get her attention. And what a response did the greylag goose give him. She stood up tall and spread her wings.

The biker stopped and handed the greylag goose the peanut buttered bread slice. He watched as she grabbed the bread, thinking it was exactly like every other boring slice of bread she had been given everyday for the past twenty-eight years. She paused and stood up tall and spread her wings wide again. The biker thought she was showing him a sign of thanks; instead of a defensive maneuver, as some humans would guess. He later learned the goose could communicate in many forms.

The next time the biker visited Angel Lake, he gave the greylag goose a slice of bread with grape jelly on it; just to find out how she would react to grape jelly instead of to peanut butter. Again, the greylag goose showed her appreciation for grape jellied bread; she stood up tall and spread her wings wide. The biker felt happy knowing that he was beginning a special relationship with a seemingly simple and dumb goose. Before he left the lake, he again, whistled the exact serenade for the greylag goose; and for all creatures who enjoyed an angelic tune.

For two weeks, the biker changed the topping of the bread from grape jelly to peanut every other day he visited Angel Lake. He would smile and laugh as the boring people watched him feed the greylag goose because little did they know that he was making a connection with the greylag goose that ordinary humans could never dream of. Such a simple act of making a boring slice of bread come alive with special flavors seemed to be a heavenly treat to the greylag goose.

Little did the biker know how much the greylag goose loved her special treatment and attention he gave to her. A human was actually treating the greylag goose as a higher form of intelligence, instead of dumb simple goose. The greylag goose began watching for the biker more and more from dawn to dusk.

The biker began watching for the greylag goose every time he visited Angel Lake. He began to notice many things about the greylag goose that he had not noticed before. She was in fact a very caring, loving, and interesting creature to observe. People saw only as a bunch of angry feathers that were always hungry for slices of bread. One day, the greylag goose was preoccupied with a new life. She was following a mother duck who was caring for her ducklings as they all floated on the water. The greylag goose, who was much bigger than the duck and her ducklings, looked down at the ducklings, helping them along, guiding them along the water’s edge. When another duck or creature tried to get next to the ducklings, the greylag goose defended them as much as possible.

The biker would look down from his mountain bike as the greylag goose looked down on the ducklings that were not aware of the danger surrounding them; but the greylag goose knew the dangers; in and out of the water. The biker saw a greylag goose who could be compassionate towards other creatures. An angry at times, but a also loving goose beyond the biker’s imagination, even if though the passing people did not realized the whole story of the greylag goose. No one really cared about the goose who reflected qualities of any true grandmother who was almost a hundred years old.

The biker usually wore a yellow vest or jacket to Angel Lake and the greylag goose could spot it no matter how many people were walking in front of him. As soon as the biker was within her sights, she would start to squawk loudly with a quack, quack, quack; quack, quack, quack.

Sometimes the biker would voice a few quacks back at the greylag goose, just to say hello or goodbye to the greylag goose. That would really draw attention from the common people. As soon as the biker stopped next the greylag goose, anyone within speaking distance would ask, ‘Does that goose know you?’ The biker would always smile as he responded with a, ‘Sure she knows me. Isn’t that a funny question.’ The crowds would stare when the biker and the goose would put on a show for them. He would rip off a slice of bread and put it into his mouth. He would bend down and the greylag goose would stick her neck up towards his mouth, grab the ripped off bread without ever nipping his lips or face. People would take pictures when they repeated the show for them to watch.

One very hot summer day, the biker wore only his white tee shirt to Angel Lake. When he approached the greylag goose, she started biting his sneakers. The biker asked himself, ‘Why is she biting my sneakers?’ He could not figure it out. But before he started his bike ride home, he pulled out the yellow vest and put it on. The greylag goose stood up tall and spread her wings. She really loved that yellow vest. Of course, the biker knew that people would not believe the relationship between the greylag goose and the biker, but they should because it is a true story.

All of the park’s visitors who looked upon the human / goose relationship were surprised that a human could relate to a goose or that a goose could relate to a human. Of course those humans only saw a creature with a bunch of feathers and a small brain who only wanted a slice of bread from any human who was friendly enough to hand over a slice of bread to the goose; but they are not smart enough to know that the goose was a multi-dimensional creature who lived in a multi-dimensional universe. How could a two different creatures on earth communicate with each other when one had feathers and the other knew the gift of angel’s wings? In a multi-dimensional universe, multi-dimensional communication is possible!

But the biker also knew something about the metaphysical and scientific law of identity, where the same thing can be the same and yet it can still change into a different form. The biker knew that water could be solid ice, liquid water, or steamy fog; yet it was always water. Well, true intelligence is always intelligence, even if it appears as a true thinking human mind, or a Divine Mind called God, or the mind of a greylag goose who wanted something higher than a slice of bread to feed its soul. The biker knew that there was more to the greylag goose than what meets the human eye or brain.

On an earthly level, all creatures seem to be connected by earth’s gravity, but that does not mean that they are truly connected. In the web of life, sometimes we choose who we are connected to and at other times, we do not choose. The biker choose, because he was guided by the angels to help a lonely goose overcome its loneliness, even if people do not believe in angels or the divine and Infinite Intelligence called God. Those people who are lucky enough to experience angels and the Infinite Intelligence called God know that the seemingly impossible is possible.

The biker knew that he would be buying bread and fruit for the greylag goose because no matter where he had biked around Angel Lake, he was bound to see his goose friend. It was not a burden most of the time, unless he was on a time constraint; but even then, the biker would stop for a few minutes to say, ‘Hi there buddy. What is up today?’ as he handed the greylag goose a slice of bread, give her a pat on her head, or a rub on her wings. So the biker and the greylag goose knew that they shared a few moments at Angel Lake, but a few precious moments were better than no moments at all.

One day, when the town was celebrating its 50th anniversary, a lousy and very loud band was rocking and rolling on the green grass, only twenty feet for the lake’s edge. The biker was a walker that day, to observe the celebration of the 50th anniversary of the town. He was wearing different clothes, nor did he have a slice of bread. He was walking behind the band to avoid its bad choice of noise, when he saw a lady he knew. He asked the lady, ‘Hey, how are you doing?’ and all of a sudden, out from behind the lakes water bushes, came paddling the greylag goose, squawking louder than the band. The lady said, ‘She must know your voice because there is no way she saw you from where she was hiding from the band.’ The biker responded with, ‘Yes, the goose does know my voice as he laughed at the moment.

Just to prove the point further, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an apple. As the lady watch, he sliced the apple into a bit slice for the greylag goose and he put it into his mouth. He bent down and the greylag goose approached him and took the apple out of his mouth. The lady was so impressed that she said, ‘Could you do it again so I can get a picture of the goose taking the apple slice out of your mouth?’ The walker said, ‘Sure, no problem.’ So he repeated sticking apple slices into his mouth as the greylag goose kept grabbing the apple slices out his mouth, over and over again, without ever nipping his lips or touching his face.

During the summer months, the greylag goose and other birds, like ducks, Canadian geese and seagulls, and swans, usually received more attention than they could believe. Her small tummy is only so big, so it would fil up with food fast. But during the threes seasons of autumn, winter, and spring, sometimes the park and Angel Lake would be as empty as the darkest of winter nights. People would be home, staying warm and dry. Summer was the busy time of the year.

But the biker was always prepared for any cold winds and rain by dressing up in wind-proof and waterproof biking clothes so he could peddled around Angel Lake during the fall, winter, and spring seasons. Sometimes the sunshine would disappear in a matter of moments as the rain clouds would show themselves after arriving from the ocean. At other times, the winter rains would drench the ground with so much water, that people would stay away from Angel Lake.

But the rain or puddles did not matter to the waterproof biker. He would peddle his bike to Angel Lake just for the fun of it. He knew that the greylag goose would be standing at or around her special place that she designated as her special place, just waiting for some people action. She had chosen the place between the sidewalk around the lake and the lake itself. This way, she could avoid danger by flying into the water or she could beg for food from unsuspecting strangers. Or she would simply snap her head around and chase either people or dogs away for whatever reason.

One February day , the biker rode over to Angel Lake at St. Valentine’s Day. He was sitting on bench when the greylag goose walked over to him. He was not prepared to feed the greylag goose that day, but she walked over to him anyway, expecting a treat. He did have a peanut butter / chocolate snack in his pocket. He ate it as the greylag goose watched him, but before he finished the snack, he handed the last piece to the greylag goose. He guessed that she had never tasted chocolate and peanut butter before. She snapped it quickly and paused. She stood up tall on her feet and spread her wings. Wow, she was a happy greylag goose on St. Valentine’s Day.

Later on in the season, the biker who is also a runner had some favored sports drink with him. He spilled some of the sports drink on a slice of bread and the greylag goose stood up tall again and spread her wings. She stood up tall again and spread her wings wide. The biker did not make a habit of giving the mother goose favored drinks, but he learned that she enjoyed a clean water because she had learned to drink water out of his water bottle. The biker would hold it up in the air, and he would squeeze the water bottle and the goose would open her mouth for the water. People were amazed at that too.

The biker knew that the mother goose loved new flavors, so one day he tried something new. He had some coffee and he poured an ounce of coffee on a slice of bread before he handed it to her. The greylag goose tasted her special treat and she stared at the bread as she licked it. Standing up in her feet tall and spreading her wings as a sign of thanks.

A few weeks later, he greylag goose was gone from Angel Lake. It was a sad life moment for the biker, so the biker bought some wide yellow ribbon and he wrapped it around the greylag goose’s tree. He took out a black magic marker and he wrote, ‘GOOD BYE GOOSE: A GOOD 30 YEAR LIFE AT ANGEL LAKE.’ He did this so her other people friends would know that the greylag goose was not hiding on the island, but that she too, had disappeared into the silent void.

The day after the biker put the yellow ribbon on her tree, the biker sat on the bench next to the tree and while sitting on the bench, he looked out over the lake’s surface, he notice something different. It was something he had never seen before in all his years at Angel Lake. There were twenty one Canadian geese and all of the smaller ducks such as the pure white ducks and the ‘Chinese ducks’ and even some smaller birds floating on the water, in front of the bench, where the greylag goose called home. They were gathered together as one to say goodbye to the greylag goose.

There was complete silence and all eyes were on the biker, as if his special friendship would make the greylag goose appear from her hiding. The biker realized that the greylag goose’s feathery friends were also missing their buddy, the quacking greylag goose. The biker thought to himself, ‘They are looking for that quacking greylag goose or trying to hear its quack or just saying goodbye to it. But they all know that the greylag goose is gone.'

The biker still rides around Angel Lake and sometimes he can still her squawking to him: QUACK, QUACK, QUACK. QUACK, QUACK, QUACK!


Book By: Konrad Lorenz: The Year Of The Greylag Goose 1979