EARTH IS MAGIC: HOW CAN WE FORGET THAT?

By Dr. H. M. G. von Österreich und von Toskana

August 27, 2014
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It was 5:30 in the morning at the foot of the Alps. I still could see the shining stars flickering over my head. Practically everyone was sleeping at that time.

Although there were already some people going somewhere in their cars, perhaps thinking of the long day they had ahead, thinking about problems or thrillings they had had, these humans were still quite asleep even when they were having daydreams.

Everyone was asleep on the land. Enlightenment was still too far away for most people to perceive its sweet perfume. How sad!

No one had noticed the little flower that was on the side of the road waiting for the Sun to come up.

It was a flower but it was not just any flower. This one was very special. It was a teacher of life.

This flower has perfume. This flower has the power to attract all of the bees and other insects that enjoy the sweetness of its nectar. 

And its nectar was already waiting for these hard-working insects today.

Today was unusually special. I had recaptured once again the smell of magic to all of its length and strength. That magic that is taken away by the cultivation of the intellect as it is today.

Do we not live in a magical world? Is it not magic how the fruit ripens on a tree?

Although my advanced schooling and all of the science that has passed through my hands has told me to the last drop that the ripening of a fruit is just a matter of air molecules, plant hormones, water, minerals and physiology, I still consider this phenomenon a true miracle of life.

This is the other perfume given off by the sweetness of life.

Is it not life also a flower even when many a times it makes us cry or  wallow in pain?

The right now of this very moment in this land was as magical as the flower on the side of the road. It soaked all of my bones.

It was a feeling that brought me to sense the flower´s kind efforts to reach the star that shines upon all life on this beautiful planet we call Earth.

That sense of a dream that makes you experience life to the last drop.

My dream was still a living thing. I could experience the sweetness of this special flower as it was exposing itself to life.

The flower looked extremely fragile. But I wondered if its fragility was only an illusion of my mind.

And it was!

Are we not - the flower and I - both long histories of the perfume of life?

Although the flower and I looked fragile we both are strong links of the force of life.

For now, we both are here experiencing a brief moment along the chain of life.

The flower´s lineage is older than mine. That´s is a fact. At least this is what all of the scientific knowledge we have gathered so far tells us. 

And I fully and completely agree to that.

This in the reason why today I am dedicating a whole day of my life to appreciate all of its beauty before it goes away.

Tomorrow this flower might not be where it is today. Neither could I.

And now we are both the flower and I waiting for the Sun to rise.

It is a dream. One of those dreams worth dreaming.

The flower and I are two kinds of perfumes emanating from Mother Earth.

I do indeed know the inmensity of this special flower. All this feeling will stay with me to the end of my life.

This is what we all must experience to avoid behaving so callously uncaring upon this miraculous Earth that has given us birth. 

Earth is magic! How can we forget that?

MAN TRAPPED BETWEEN TWO FIRES: A RAW LOOK AT OURSELVES

By Hugo M. G. von Österreich und von Toskana
Member of the Union of Concerned Scientists (USA)

February 11, 2013

Source: KM Photography

Human... Who can tell that this creature can be sometimes so destructive and nasty and at other times be so caring and loving as well just by looking at him? He is caught between two fires. He is neither an angel nor a demon. He is both. He is trapped and perpetually struggling between these two opposite forces all the time. He is a hanged beast. Thus is his curse.

He can be so cruel, so much so that perhaps he has no match on Earth. A Nigerian once told me that "even demons in hell tremble when a man gets mean and mad."

On the other hand, when it comes to being loving, loving he is but there is no doubt humans have a great deal to learn from what a lot of people call, sometimes disdainfully, "lower animals". 

Lower animals can they never be, for man is a primitive neotenic chimaera with only his brain beyond his grasp, which can torture him when he is quite restless or elate him when he is at peace.

A newer arrival on the scheme of life he is indeed. He is the newest beast on the block. And yet he has worked hard to sweep many a lives of his brethren away and forever who were here long before him. 

He does not understand yet those who he feels are underneath his feet. And yet he often pretends to understand the meaning of life. He has invented a written language to spit and write his ideas, sometimes good or others bad, judged depending how they impact upon his neighbours. 

Yes, those ideas that can drive him insane or make him reach the sky in joy, in hopes to perpetuate his memory beyond his fate.

Human... Can you transcend and climb the hill to look at the ocean of consciousness, the real one not that imagined, surrounding you, be it in a fly or in a whale. 

Yes, they are more sentient than man. They are older nations trapped in space and time like himself. In life, one without the other there can never be a sequence of thought. By that is meant that if they, the "lower animals", did not have this Gift he would not have it either.

Man is a sequence of sequences but with no sequence and when one with no sequence comes along, sequences that are true sequences of sequences of conciousness like man lacks, for he is cursed with disconnetion with the whole notwithstanding he pretends to be, such a sequence disrupts the Pattern of life. Thus he has done on Earth. 

Human... Can you listen the beat that which is not yours, not with your tools but with your inner sight if you still have any left?

If so, you can still get a glipse of the greatness that was handed to you in hopes that you took care of Planet Earth as the ancient legends say you should have.

If so, why do you go about hurting us, your brethren, and at the same time you keep saying you are so special that you think of yourself above us in everything you can guess there is and yet we know very well you do not have? 

Why do you act son mean to us (Video 1)? We always do our best with our company on Earth to keep you from going insane in your loneliness of your mind as you cannot as yet feel touched by the stars, the grains of sand on a beach or by a humble pebble in a riverbed notwithstanding you try hard?

                                             Video 1. Cruelty at the hatchery.

 

Human ... Are you listening? Are you paying attention to the message your "lower" brethren never stop sending you? 

Change your suicidal course, that is a must, for you only have one home: Earth.

References

National Research Council (1991). Animals as Sentinels of Environmental Hazards. National Academy Press, Washington, D.C., USA. 160 p.

Turner J & D´Silva (Eds.) (2006). Animals, Ethics and Trade: The Challenge of Animal Sentience. Earthscan, London, UK. 286 p.