The creatures aren’t mean to their offspring, so why are we?

Mum and dad Cape Barren Goose stand together in the field near the dam with their six cute little fluff-ball chicks pecking around under and between them.

It’s such a lovely sight seeing how caring, how lovingly devoted the parents are to their little ones. As soon as anything threatens, father goose is off wings raised chasing away the intruder. Mother goose spreads her wings sitting down and all six chicks somehow manage to squeeze in under her all warm and safe in her soft feathery down.

Why is it that nature cares so well for it’s young, it supposedly being ‘inferior’ to us, and yet we ‘great ones’ yell, hit, criticise, chastise, correct, abuse, beat down to nothing, our children? Why as parents are we always interfering with our children, always telling them what they can and can’t do – always dominating and controlling them?

Why are we so mean and nasty to our children?

Why aren’t we as devoted, gentle, kind, caring, respectful and considerate of our children as the parent Geese are? The Geese parents don’t interfere with their chicks, they never tell them what they can and can’t do. Nature is unconditional in its love whereas we are conditional – why?

Why is it that we insist on living in a world that is anti-children, anti-nature, not basing everything we do around the weaker ones? Not putting the weaker, ‘lesser’, ones first?

Why is it that we say we love each other, that our children are the most precious things to us, and yet all we do is abuse and traumatise them treating them like shit?

Why is it that I hear little children so often crying, when I never hear the little baby chicks crying?

Why is it we are so wrong, living so far away from the truth of ourselves?

And why is it that we refuse to see how horribly unloving we are?

Why weren’t my mum and dad like the Geese mum and dad? Why didn’t they completely love me so I could grow up being as loving as they were, able to love my children like those little dark-stripped chicks will grow up to do?

Why don’t we get it, still after all these countless numbers of generations? What is wrong with our superior brains?

Oh the cruelty! – YOU MUST READ THIS

I used to think, yes, it’s terrible what we do to animals and each other, but what can I do. As long as I don’t hurt anyone… that’s all I can do. And when the cruelty and our barbaric nature was pushed in front of my face, I’d feel bad, but once it was gone, I resort back my feeling-denying ways. The truth being I didn’t want to acknowledge such bad feelings, such terrible things, because I didn’t know what to do when I felt so bad. I felt too powerless. I couldn’t go out there and stop the cruelty. I couldn’t. And through my feeling-healing I’ve found that my greatest fear was that someone was going to make me try. And then what would I do?

If you want to heal your negative state of mind and will; if you want to heal and uncover the whole truth of your childhood repression, then what you’re going to see and feel about yourself and the world is not going to feel good. It’s going to feel really bad. And to give you some idea of how bad you’re going to feel, go to this website and read about the cruelty people inflict on animals for food.

Specifically read about: Veal – young cows; Sheep – mulesing; Korea – dogs and cats; Fole Gras; Pigs – “Factory Farmed”.

And allow yourself to feel all your bad feelings.

And if you deny or try to rationalise away your bad feelings in anyway, see if you detect why. See if you can feel why.

And don’t feel that you have to do anything about the cruelty, just allow yourself to feel. Allow yourself to have such feelings maintaining an awareness about the horror.

And when you’ve done this, ask yourself, what would it take for people to be able to do such things? What state of mind would you need to be in if you had to do such things yourself?

And then understand that such people can do such horrendous things, can be so cruel, because of their upbringing. We can only do to another what was done to us – but it doesn’t have to just be physically. And even though you might not be able to do such bad things against another creature, or person, or even against yourself, still remember that you are part of humanity, you are part of this horror, and in your own way you are contributing to it.

And if you seriously do want to do something about this, then all you can do is start to speak about all the bad feelings you feel with the intention of uncovering the truth of why you feel them – the doing of your feeling-healing.

Now having read this, go to the above website and FEEL. Don’t just put it off and say I’ll do it another day, GO NOW! And read it all, even if you’ve already read it or know about such things. We all need to be aware of such horror; we all need to allow ourselves feel all we feel about it. The feelings need to be a part of our personal and collective consciousness. They need to be out there, freely being expressed. Their energy needs to be liberated and no longer suppressed. And we need to know how we do feel about such things – how we really feel.

So go and read these few pages…

Walking your dog, and childhood repression

When you take your dog for a walk on the lead, how do you go about it?

Is your dog a companion for you? You set the pace and it follows. Is it just a matter of your dog having the walk you decide to give it? Or, do you allow it to lead you, you following it as best you can, allowing it the freedom to do as it wants because it’s a walk for it and not a walk for you?

Are you taking your dog for a walk for it to enjoy, or is the walk for you to enjoy? Or, perhaps it’s your duty you are carrying out, to avoid feeling guilty if you don’t do what you believe you should do. But if this is so, then it’s still not a walk purely for your dog’s fun, is it?

A Caucasian woman was walking her little dog along the road in front of our house the other day, or perhaps she was just making it come along on her walk. Anyway, I think in her mind she was walking herself with this thing attached to her hand that she had to continuously yank and pull, as her dog wanted to stop and sniff.

So the dog was merely an accessory of sorts, a show piece, and not an individual in its own right with a say in its own life. It did what she said – end of story! She wasn’t there for it, it was there for her. It was her dog, her pet thing, and that was that.

And on looking at that poor little thing with its head continually being jerked up and down, choking on its lead, missing out on all the good sniffing areas, being tempted, teased and ignored, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was also how she might treat her little children.

Four Asian people, two men and two women each with their little white dogs, used to regularly walk outside the house we lived in before this one. And it was so nice to see them all allowing their dogs their freedom to go, within reason, where they liked. The dogs went this way and that, sometimes stopped for long periods intent on their sniffing, then suddenly would cross the road, then just as suddenly cross back, go around in circles around a tree, all with their dutiful and devoted owners following at the other end of their ’stretchy leads’. It was such a nice change to see the dog taking the people for a walk. And I wondered: would these people treat their children the same way?

And in my small judgemental world, I couldn’t get over how bossy we Caucasians are, always having to enforce our way over that who we consider inferior… anyway, that was how I was treated as a young child. And I felt sorry for that woman’s little dog, just as I feel sorry for myself.