The Natural Sense of Community:
Scotland
"In Scotland, farmers
are overturning their hay bales to exterminate rats that live
beneath them. A trio of rats tries to flee but, unlike the other
fleeing rats, these three stay closely together which limits
their ability to escape. This attracts the farmers. Upon investigation,
they find that the middle rat of the three is bliind; its companions
are guiding it to safety. Deeply moved, the farmers do not kill
these rats. Instead, in awe, they respect them."
From Arnold M.
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The Natural Sense of Community:
West Virginia
Consider this event concerning
the ingrained ways of a deeply rooted, theoretically unchangeable
group of hard core killers. In the West Virginia mountains, an
isolated, dedicated hunting club found a month old male fawn
whose mother had been killed by a car.
For a week, these middle aged
men, each with decades of devoted deer killing expertise, were
attracted to feed the fawn formula from a bottle, which it suckled
with half shut eyes of ecstasy. In return the fawn licked their
hands, sucked their earlobes and sang them little whining sounds
of delight from deep within.
When the hunt broke up, these
men dispersed leaving the fawn eating grass and craving its bottle.
They made vague promises to return to this remote place. They
said they would, if time permitted, trek the mountain and feed
the fawn. A few weeks later, one of the hunters phoned the others
to see if anybody knew if the fawn has been fed or had survived.
He discovered that without each other knowing it, five of the
hunters often visited the fawn and fed it, so it was actually
getting fat. Although the fawn might be shot by someone who did
not know who the deer was, it lifted his heart to think that
the fawn had a chance at life because some hardened deer hunters
had gone out of their way to give it to him. Significantly, he
knew for sure that none of his hunt club members would shoot
it.
From Stan W.
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The Natural Sense of Community:
Washington State
I recently participated in
a hurried, almost stressful training program for people whose
differences kept them arguing amongst themselves. They had little
interest or time to hear an explanation from me of the unifying
and healing benefits of the reconnecting with nature process
and they therefore omitted it from their agenda. In the midst
of this hubbub, a young bird flew into the meeting room through
the door. It could not find its way out. Without a word, the
behind-schedule, argumentative meeting screeched to a halt. Deep
natural attraction feelings for life and hope filled each person
for the moment. For ten minutes that frightened, desperate little
bird triggered those seventy people to harmoniously, supportively
organize and unify with each other to safely help it find its
way back home. Yet when they accomplished this feat, they cheered
their role, not the role of the bird. They felt like hero's for
the moment and congratulated their humanity for its wisdom and
compassion. In their story of the incident, the role and impact
of the bird went unnoticed. They returned to the hubbub of the
meeting, as if nothing special had happened. They completely
overlooked that the bird had united them while it was there,
something they could not do without its presence.
From Mike C.
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I thought late last year of
changing my life in regards to living simpler and rented my house
in town to friends and have been living out on my property in
the woods with man, daughter and dog since January. I totally
love it. When we had a cyclone out there in Feb. there was nothing
as far as possessions or power to blow away... lots of trees
down yet mostly very exciting and a good late summer clean up
of all things. Our biggest concern was being with each other,
dog included as the weather passed.
I especially have noticed that
I am now stronger in my sense of who I am in relationship to
the social paradigm that I work in and deal with. From this stronger
sense of living outdoors self I have had way more energy for
my work, and an identification of non-attractions clearly and
faster. I sleep better... much better - I bath outdoors - I talk
with birds in the morning while preparing breakfast and I have
access to usual computer stuff in my house in town when I want
it.
I recommend making the change,
simplify and grow stronger.
From Gina C.
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The Natural Sense of Community:
Australia
Paul: It's not hard to be outdoors where I live in
Australia. And if one opens the front door and the back
door at the same time, kangaroos will hop through, taking a short-cut
to the billabong. On one occasion, I was impulsive enough to
start walking (like Forrest Gump) into the outdoors of this big
continent. Eighteen months down the track, I was still on the
road but by now, a friend of the weather and no more chatter
inside my head. That day I looked across the fields at a mountain
range and impulsively, headed into the bush and up to the ridges
that had never been settled by the colonists. Two years later,
I realised that I had been on a pilgrimage for three and
a half years; 5 times around Australia and along the entire length
of the Great Dividing Range of the East Coast. I had come to
the conclusion that I was me and nobody else (this was a source
of great merriment); and a thought had formed in my head to "stay
close to the water and be kind to the children". I had absolutely
no idea what this meant; but it was comforting to know that
I was not being told by some Wrangler to throw myself
in front of a train to stop the troops from going to war.
In all, I spent seven years in the Australian bush welcoming
a delightful surprise each day and addressing each of the
local animals by name. The last period involved loving a woman,
raising a child and building a stone cottage. When I eventually
returned to make a contribution to society, I regarded the move
as "flying on instruments" but it somehow seemed the
appropriate thing to do with my life.
Mike: Thanks for your stirring letter, Paul. In case
you believe that we need to have a majority of the population
obtain your level of consciousness, you might appreciate http://ninelegs.com
which is attempting to achieve this goal. Seems like you consistantly
nineleg.
Paul: Yes, I lapped up 4 + 5 Legs with gusto.
From Paul J.
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Integration
I have worked in the complementary
healing field for over 30 years and after reading the course
material and some of Dr Cohenâs work I realised that the
direct connection between Nature and the healing process can
effect powerful changes in peopleâs lives and that of the
planet. The two are so intimately connected that the health of
humankind is reflected in the health of the planet. How can one
treat a human being without observing her/his relationship to
the Gaia, the mother of us all?
I work mainly with women of
all ages. I have young clients suffering from Anorexia Nervosa
and various addictions, middle aged clients experiencing menopause
and elderly women suffering from depression as well as various
physical disorders such as arthritis and osteoporosis.
Case 1: Anorexia Nervosa
This client is a 17 year old
girl who has had a history of depression. Since she was a small
child she felt she didnât belong here and has great difficulty
with eating. She was diagnosed as anorexic 6 weeks ago, and had
suffered heart problems as a result. I started working with her
after this diagnosis. I found that she also has a problem with
being grounded. I intuited that this was her first incarnation
on Earth, and that she felt lost and disoriented here.
I felt it the most important
aspect of her treatment was to get her grounded to help her feel
safe. This involved getting her to connect with earth ö
as an element and as Nature by being in a beautiful natural area
and connecting to the environment in a focused way as outlined
in the NSTP course. She spends time in Nature daily and has made
good progress. She now eats three meals a day with enjoyment.
Her weight has picked up; her depression has lifted and for the
first time she has expressed joy at being on earth.
Case 2: Menopause &
depression
A 56 year old woman has been
experiencing symptoms of menopause such as hot flushes, depression,
tiredness and loss of enthusiasm for life over the past year
or so. She came to me about 4 weeks ago.
She lives in town and previously
had not had much experience in Nature besides holidays at the
sea. All her children had left home, and her marriage was ãboring
and lifelessä. I started her treatment with a ritual to
help her acknowledge moving into the wise woman or ÎCroneâ
archetype. She now has an understanding of the spiritual aspect
of this time of her life, and that she is being drawn to connect
in a stronger way to the earth. She now has taken up gardening
as well as spending time using the NSTP exercises in nature.
She is also taking Black Cohosh herb to assist with the physical
symptoms.
The change in this woman is
very positive. She has vigour, enthusiasm and energy and is passionate
about nature. She now regularly walks with the mountain club
and has lost weight.
"Di Womersley" <info@shaster.org.za>
The Natural Sense of Community:
Maryland
Where we live, on the Eastern
shore of Maryland, the gentle waters run in and out like fingers
slimming at the tips. They curl into the smaller creeks and coves
like tender palms.
The Canadian geese know this place, as do the white swans and
the ducks who ride an inch above the waves of Chesapeake Bay
as they skim their way into harbor in the autumn. By the thousands
they come home for the winter. The swans move toward the shores
in a stately glide, their tall heads proud and unafraid.
They lower their long necks deep into the water, where their
strong beaks dig through the river bottoms for food. And there
is, between the arrogant swans and the prolific geese, an indifference,
almost a disdain.
Once or twice each year, snow and sleet move into the area. When
this happens, if the river is at its narrowest, or the creek
shallow there is a freeze which hardens the water to ice.
It was on such a morning near Osford, Maryland, that a friend
of mine set the breakfast table beside the huge window, which
overlooked the Tred Avon River. Across the river, beyond the
dock, the snow laced the rim of the shore in white. For a moment
she stood quietly, looking at what the night storm had painted.
Sudden she leaned forward and peered close to the frosted window.
"It really is" she cried out loud. "There is a
goose out there!" She reached to the bookcase and pulled
out a pair of binoculars. Into their sights came the figure of
a large Canadian goose, very still, its wings folded tight to
its sides, its feet frozen to the ice.
Then from the dark skies, she saw a line of swans. They moved
in their own singular formation, graceful, intrepid, and free.
They crossed from the west of the broad creek high above the
house, moving steadily to the east.
As my friend watched, the leader swung to the right, then the
white string of birds became a white circle. It floated from
the top of the sky downward.
At last, as easy as feathers coming to earth, the circle landed
on the ice.
My friend was on her feet now, with one unbelieving hand against
her mouth.
As the swans surrounded the frozen goose, she feared what life
he still had might be pecked out by those great swan bills.
Instead, amazingly instead, those bills began to work on the
ice. The long necks were lifted and curved down, again and again;
it went on for a long time. At last, the goose was rimmed by
a narrow margin of ice instead of the entire creek. The swans
rose again, following the leader, and hovered in that circle,
awaiting the results of their labors.
The goose's head lifted. Its body pulled. Then the goose was
free and standing on the ice. He was moving his big, webbed feet
slowly. And the swans stood in the air watching. Then, as if
he had cried "I cannot fly!", four of the swans came
down around him. Their powerful beaks scraped the goose's wings
from top to bottom, scuttled under its wings and rose up its
body, chipping off and melting the ice held in its feathers.
Slowly, as if testing, the goose spread its wings as far as they
would go, brought them together, accordion-like, and spread again.
When at last the wings reached their fullest, the four swans
took off and joined the hovering group. They resumed their eastward
journey, in perfect formation, to their secret destination.
Behind them, rising with incredible speed and joy, the goose
moved into the sky. He followed them, flapping double time, until
he caught up, until he joined the last end of the line, like
a small child at the end of a crack-the-whip of older boys.
My friend watched them until they disappeared over the tips of
the farthest trees. Only then, in the dusk which was suddenly
deep, did she realize that tears were running down her cheeks
and had been for how long she did not know.
This is a true story. It happened. I do not try to interpret
it. I just think of it in the bad moments, and from it comes
only one hopeful question: "If so for birds, why not for
man?"
From Marlow S.
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