Conscious Connection – Bridging Species Through Love

Michael J. Roads – Some months ago I had a book recommended to me, The Elephant Whisperer, by Lawrence Anthony. And as the author quickly states, the whisperer is the elephant! It is a very well written and truly inspiring book. Why I am mentioning this is that the book is actually about consciousness … although the (now sadly deceased) author might not have realised this at the time of writing.

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Image from ”Ashes and Snow” © Gregory Colbert

Obviously enough, it is the true story of the relationship between a dominant female African elephant and the author. Just briefly, a small, displaced herd of elephants had become very aggressive and dangerous to the local native villagers, and the herd was to be shot. Lawrence, who was blessed to own 5000 acres of game reserve called Thula Thula, set in pristine bush in Zululand, South Africa, is told about this and asked if he can take the whole herd to save their lives. Although this represents a multitude of staggering problems for him, Lawrence instantly agrees.

In the way of wildlife – without their human insight into the ways of man – there is no instant understanding of the great generosity of spirit that Lawrence extends to the herd, and the dominant female does her best to kill him. After the traumatic and very difficult move, the herd begins their introduction to the new game reserve in a comparatively small area that is fenced in with an electrified fence. This is entirely necessary. In much of his spare time, Lawrence stands on the safe side of the fence and talks to the matriarch of the herd. She responds by regularly charging him, only just stopping in time to avoid the fence. He tells her he understands her anger, and how beautiful she is. Clearly, he loves her. Continue reading

Ashes and Snow

EdenMovement | May 13 2012

Absolutely stunning video. Enjoy! ~G

In the beginning of time,
the skies were filled with flying elephants.
Every night they lay down
in the same place in the sky,
And dreamt with one eye open.
When you gaze up at the stars at night
You are looking into the unblinking eyes
of elephants, who sleep with one eye open,
To best keep watch over us.
Ever since my house burnt down
I see the moon more clearly.
I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me.
I saw Edens that I had held in my hands,
but let go.
I saw promises I did not keep,
Pains I did not sooth,
Wounds I did not heal,
Tears I did not shed,
I saw deaths I did not mourn,
Prayers I did not answer,
Doors I did not open,
Doors I did not close,
Lovers I left behind,
And dreams I did not live.
I saw all that was offered to me,
that I could not accept.
I saw the letters I wished for,
but never received.
I saw all that could have been,
but never will be.

An elephant with his trunk raised
is a ladder to the stars.
A breaching whale is a ladder
from the bottom of the sea.
These images are a ladder to my dreams.

These letters are my letters to you.

May the guardian elephants hear my wish,
to collaborate with all the musicians
of nature’s orchestra.
I want to see through the eyes
of the elephant.
I want to join the dance that has no steps,
I want to become the dance.

Feather to fire
fire to blood
blood to bone
bone to marrow
marrow to ashes
ashes to snow.

The whales do not sing
because they have an answer.
They sing because they have a song.
What matters, is not what is written on the page,
what matters, is what is written in the heart.
So burn the letters
And lay their ashes on the snow,
At the river’s edge.
When spring comes and the snow melts
And the river rises,
Return to the banks of the river
And reread my letters with your eyes closed.
Let the words and the images
wash over your body like waves.
Reread the letters,
with your hand cupped over your ear.
Listen to the songs of Eden
Page, after page, after page.
Fly the bird path
(ashesandsnow.org)