All Life Is Precious
“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. The true peace, the first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness, with the universe and all its powers, when they realize that at the center of the universe dwells Wakan-Taka (the Great Spirit), and that this center is really everywhere, it is within each of us.” —Black Elk, Ogalala Sioux and Spiritual Leader (1863 –1950)
Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if you acted on every one of your most benevolent impulses? Loving the world and all its creatures?
My grandmother, Clementine, true to her Taurus earth energies, would sing, quite often not a real song, but gentle humming of some made-up tune, also chatting little words here and there while pampering plants, caring for animals and any creature that came to her. Perhaps she had a deep understanding of the presence of consciousness in whatever form it took. Whatever it was, she was kind, loving, and very caring, and whatever she was tending to would always thrive under her care.
For some, it is believed that consciousness is everything, everywhere at all times. Present in every bit of matter, all the way up to galaxies and beyond and all the way down to electrons and neutrinos and beyond. I hold this to be true and that is enough for me to want to have consideration for all that is about me. All life big and small. This does not mean that I would take a walk in the wilderness without the cautious mind that there may be animals around that are larger, stronger and in some cases dangerous.
Yet, in all these years, I have not been bothered by any. And perhaps that is because I do not go about in fear of them, but cautious. Perhaps that is the reason, meaning, that if I were in fear, I would quite possibly draw something to me to be in fear of. That is what consciousness does, it communicates in an unseen way through a wavelength of energies and those energies draw to them the same vibration of energy. I feel that is why my grandmother’s gentleness and loving care of plants created a response from them of healthy, flourishing plant life. And with the animals that came to her, they had no fear nor were they to be feared. A gentle hand and a consciousness that was only concerned with their wellbeing created a loving and trusting response. This is speaking of all the animals that lived on the farm, from baby chicks to the big bull and the huge workhorse used in those days. All were her friends, and she was kind to all.
A rock does not appear to be doing anything, let alone thinking. However, at a microlevel there are an unimaginable number of atoms connected by springy chemical bonds, all jiggling around at a rate we cannot comprehend. The rock is continuously receiving gravitational and electromagnetic signals. This is not a random event – information is being processed. The Universe is saturated with and is consciousness. Although consciousness at different levels of expression.
“Honor the sacred. Honor the Earth, our Mother. Honor the Elders. Honor all with whom we share the Earth – four legged, two legged, winged ones, swimmers, crawlers, plant and rock people. Walk in balance and beauty.” —Native American Elder.
