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The Bees Knees . . . . .
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Below is my series from ‘07 “My Summer O Talking To Bees” … . . I have not re-read it so, there could have been some typos … and maybe things in there I wouldn’t blog today …. but, oh well … here it is … .
And I have some more thoughts on communication with animals … which I want to share soon … … I believe it is a natural thing, inherent in our abilities as lords of the earth, meant, created by God … a remnant of Adamic proclivities and abilities … … .
thomas
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It was a time when I was deeply engaged in the study of a certain ancient, monotheistic form of “Hinduism” [Vaishnavism] which religion, next to the fellow Jains of India, perhaps comes only second in its respect for all living things and abhorrence of killing, violence, cruelty … towards ANY creature on earth.
The Jains go so far as to filter their drinking water and wear veils, to avoid inadvertently killing a small insect or even a microbe through ingestion.
Vaishnava [vai-SHNAW-vuh] religious philosophy, which I was studying, does not go so far, but DOES preach the practices of vegetarianism and avoidance of the kind of arbitrary “murder” common among humans, such as instinctively or callously stepping on insects, swatting them; obviously hunting of animals and even overmuch destruction of plants is similarly resisted.
“Be a friend to all” is one of their creeds, as ALL LIFE is recognized as possessing a spark of the Divine, and not to be thoughtlessly, or worse, DELIBERATELY extinguished willy nilly. Plants, fruits and grains were to be eaten, for sustenance of the human form (the flower of creation) but only respectfully and after having been blessed and offered first to God–and then just subsisting on His remnants. And this Godhead, to which all worship was directed, was the Father and Creator and source of all the universe(s) and every level of existence and being.
By studying this, and practicing it for a time to witness and experience firsthand its fruits and components of residual Truth, descended from the Truth of Truths … I gained a renewed appreciation and reverence for all creatures, great and small. I would not, and still do not kill needlessly ANY small creature of God, however seemingly insignificant–but rather, wonder and amaze at them–in all their intricacies and supernatural construction–aghast and in awe of The Creator’s prolific, detailed, inexhaustive creative designs–living things with purpose and resolve to fulfill their designated intention.
By treating all creation with a conscious respect and gentility, I found that I could hear and see all manner of existential reality–through the mind, and relate to “them” on their own levels.
This meant talking to, with, plants and animals to no small degree, at times … .
Looking back, it seems to have been like a certain dispensation … a season for me, where God allowed me to access, intentionally, realms of transcendental thought and communication, which is ordinarily out of the prescribed range of human awareness and comprehension.
I believe it is meant to be so, generally, that we are not in constant communication with any or all species, as, time is limited and there are already enough diversions thrown at us in this world and level of existence to contend with, on our path to connect with primarily The Holy Spirit… .
Nevertheless, the Father of all, is not one to be put in a box; and at times throughout any particular life, He will show things, in the Spirit, which help the seeker appreciate the magnitude of Truth and Creation … with an eye towards the ineffable magnitude and depth and panoply shooting forth from His mind–into actualization, as Creator.
Sometimes, it seems, He will pull back a curtain for you, for you to see much more than what the daily mind comprehends or repetitiously propels during the course of survival and day-to-day living… .
And He may give you “a season”, or several, through a life, where a certain thing are learned–or some supernal insight is acquired, which only you can know–only you saw, for your own life’s path–as He leads each one along, on their own way to Him, by Him, through Him–to Godhead, Heaven.
One of these times for me was my summer of talking to bees.
A lessor man would have stopped at that point and made a cult. This is where cults and religions get made–when the Holy Father of all shows a special insight and allows co-creative action in the material realm–but then the recipient goes back to ego, takes the new knowledge, and makes a cult of it for personal gain, fame and profit. As I have always only wanted to know and serve God the Father, no substandard level of reality or even spiritual experience would be allowed to take His place.
But it would have been nothing to establish myself at that time as a shaman of sorts, who could communicate with nature, with animals, insects, plants even … because there were usually witnesses to my acts, where peoples’ mouths were agape as they watched me talking with insects, especially bees, and seeing the little creatures respond immediately and blatantly.
At the time, it was Led for me to do that–to experience that. And then it passed, though on occasion, if so moved, the ability is still there. But it is not to be a parlor trick, a source of pride, or casually practiced for fun. It is not meant for the believer to have such a continuous interaction or obsession or even perfection of such a skill–or else the practice begins to supersede the much greater objective of simply being in contact and service to the directings of the Supreme God, the Father, via the Holy Spirit.
Then again, in the case of some particular servant, saint, He may just have this be a feature of their ministry–or He will simply allow such activity when if fulfills His designs at any given moment in time … and one must be prepared to follow, to take it or leave it as the path of Truth proceeds for each soul.
Lest you think I was living a life of fantasy at the time, or in some bout of temporary dementia, I’ll point out that it was during the time of my application to, acceptance, and entrance into first-year law school. My general mode of cognition at the time was one adhering to strict left-brain type functions–logic, analysis, rationality, pragmatism, puzzle-solving, skepticism … just meaning that I was as in as serious and reasoning tendency of thought, as I was capable of–when the communicating with insects began in earnest … .
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One of the first, obvious interactions with a bee took place on our front porch, with my wife and a son present. It was very early spring, and surprising to see the mid-sized bumble bee out buzzing around in the relative cold, where no flowers had sprung yet and the grass was still brown from the winter freeze … .
(to be continued)
May 6, 2007
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(cont.)
And so, we were standing on the front porch–my wife and a son. It was very early spring, no flowers about–everything still mostly greys and browns from the cold winter.
I had been talking for a while about this new propensity I felt I had in communicating with insects–telling them to leave places, so that they wouldn’t be swatted, stepped on, sprayed, or otherwise killed for being pesky and in peoples’ living space.
I felt I had successfully “imaged” for some flies and spiders to leave some areas in our own house–for this is how it is done, through a kind of projected mental imaging directed at the bug– and my wife was being polite, but somewhat skeptical as I described the process there on the front porch.
Just then, coming suddenly from around the side of the house, a medium-sized bumble bee buzzed by my son and wife, and flew over directly to me. It came up right up to about 8 inches from my face and just hovered as if looking directly at me.
I immediately started speaking to it, vocally, asking why it was out and about already, saying that there were no flowers yet, but that it was a cute and nice bee and we were tickled to have it visit us; but warning that it might be too soon and it was suppose to freeze later that night; suggesting that the bee might want to stay “inside” for a while yet.
No kidding, with my wife and son watching, mouths agasp, the bee hovered for the length of my little talk–right in front of my face, until I told it to leave, (because it was scaring my wife–she, afraid of bees and most insects) at which moment, it bobbed for a second, as if showing some kind of assent, and then flew off, back in the direction from which it first came.
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The next notable event of the sorts (there were always minor events like this going on, but usually with just myself as the witness) was a time, just a month or so later, when my wife came in to talk with me while I was painting one of our boys’ rooms. A different son came in with my wife, probably about 9 years-old at the time. As she was talking to me, from inside the house, a large, aggressive bee or hornet followed her into the room and began flying around, erratically back and forth throughout the room. My wife–irritated and scared by the buzzing interloper said to me, somewhat sarcastically, “So, if you can talk to bees, tell this one to LEAVE!”
There were many windows in this room, a few of which actually opened, with just one of them being open slightly ajar at the far end of the room. The bee was nowhere near this window, but continued to dive-bomb me, or my wife, or just buzz around between us.
Taking the challenge, I quickly closed my eyes and “communicated” to the little fellow, that I wanted him to fly towards me, hover, and then go straight out the only open window, slightly ajar (as it was an old hand-crank style which opened outward.)
I then opened my eyes and told my wife and observing son: “Watch. The bee will come over to me and then go straight out the window… .”
AND, as soon as the words were out of my mouth, that is exactly what it did. It came down from where it was buzzing around the ceiling … hovered in front of my face for a brief moment–then flew DIRECTLY out the only open window, which was cracked barely an inch or so wide!
THIS TIME, my wife’s eyes were like saucers–as were my son’s–it was such an obvious interaction with the little creature which had just occurred right before them, the specifics of which I had just described exactly BEFOREHAND.
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One of the most useful times for this ability has been when I am painting exterior paint jobs, in the spring and summer, where it often happens that there are bees, wasps and spiders about–which can make life tenuous when you’re standing atop a 35-foot ladder, precariously painting some hard-to-reach corner … both hands busy with bucket, scraper and brush … and one of these buzzing bombers (or more) suddenly find that you’re in THEIR territory and they come with back-up to discourage you being there … .
There have been many, many instances of this, where, mentally, using the communicating technique, I have “said” to various, aggressive stinging soldiers … that I wanted no trouble with them … and that if they would just leave me alone, I would avoid disturbing their nests and try not to hurt them. Amazingly, every time, they seemed to get the message and I’ve not had ANY troubles getting stung or harassed by them once the communication was made.
In years past, I would have welcomed an attack, using it as a pretext to go on the warpath–fighting back with a make-shift “fjording” stick until every last attacker was destroyed; for there is the hunter, the warrior genetically in me, and I’ve always been partial to a martial spirit.
But no more, since a loving, appreciative, and genteel observance took hold in my life and helped me see the beauty, the wonder, the special VALUE of every living thing–every creature of God.
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Another instance worth noting that summer happened when I was contracted to paint the exterior (and some interior) of an amazing Frank Lloyd Wright-designed cabin nestled high up in the foothills–which actually became mountains at the point where the cabin was located.
Here is a link to a not-so-great photo of the actual place (though you can see the spread of ivy in the foreground:
http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/1469/ut_str.gifANYWAY, the cabin had not been inhabitated for years and was in quite some neglectful state. All of the garden area surrounding the structure was filled with overrun mountain-ivy plants, about one-and-a-half-foot deep (as it was yet spring) with the beds of it ranging in width to approximately 12-feet wide going outward from the house.
This meant I had to tromp through, and stand in, this ivy growth all the way around the house as I was prepping and painting the old window sills and the side of the house and surrounding walls where the ivy also was located.
Well, the first time I took a step into the ivy, a cloud of–it seemed–about a thousand wasps suddenly arose from the groundcover and went mad, flying all about, probably disturbed for the first time in their lives, by any such large invader. They were mad and aggravated and looking for trouble.
In fact, everywhere I stepped, into this carpet of thick green, a swarm of mountain bees and wasps arose in waves, as they were deeply ensconced in the lush mountain fabric, doing what they do, pollinating and hiding from the heat.
Nevertheless, I HAD to walk through that ivy–and not just walk through it–but stand in it for hours at a time, in order to work on the windows and sides of the house!
I did not at all want to go into slaughter mode–killing them all–hundreds or thousands of them it seemed. So I determined to put my purported insect-communication abilities to the real test … and then rely on faith that it would work.
So, I spent a little time in thought–”talking” to the vast black-and-yellow colony–imploring them to leave me alone, as I walked in their midst … assuring them that I would be extra careful not to step on any of them or in some other way inadvertently hurt or kill them … and for sure I would not deliberately attack them … IF they would reciprocate, and allow me to do my work unmolested, unstung or bothered by any of their number.
I had found in earlier communications, that certain species were more “dense” and/or warlike than others, and with them, I WOULD include a threat with my supplications. This was the case with this rough, aggressive mountain group of stingers. I DID threaten them that if they did not keep the bargain, all bets were off and I would go on the warpath and kill every last one of them.
I meant business, as I could not be held up in my work by them and did not want to be swatting them away or constantly worried about whether I’d be stung suddenly, so I felt this threat was important to seal the deal.
BUT, my main point to them was that I would even go so far as being careful where I stepped so that I would not accidentally crush any of them as they hovered and moved about in the foliage.
The odds that I could finish that job without getting stung once, considering the nature and size of the bee and wasp population there … were long odds. Not to mention the spiders everywhere in the neglected growth and window wells there … . I made a similar deal with them. I didn’t want to be bothered, and I promised not to arbitrarily kill ANY spider or bee/wasp/hornet while I worked.
Well, you might be guessing, that NO, I did not once get stung or bitten by ANY insect on that job, though I was virtually rolling in amidst them, walking through them–sending up buzzing clouds of disturbed little protectors … NOT ONCE, did they bother me or even come too near me, as I worked right in their midst, and I assume and believe it is because of the communications and understandings we had together.
I’ve used this technique on many jobs similarly threatening ever since, and have yet to be stung or bitten; whereas, in the past, it was quite common to be stung or bitten at least twice or more times on any given exterior job.
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In the next and last part of this little series, I will mention one more story regarding spiders in the house, in my boy’s room; describe the communication technique a little bit; add a story I just heard last week about an old lady and her butterfly; and then wonder if I should attempt to ask one of the little women (the bees you see flying about are almost always female) about the situation involving the large, scary die-off of all the bee colonies.
take care,
God bless,
brother thomas
May 7, 2007
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Overall, there were quite a few times where I “directed” a pesky insect to leave an area, where it was bothering people–where someone was preparing to swat or spray it … and the bugs would just leave–no killing necessary.
My youngest boy slept downstairs in the basement. At the time we lived in a a fairly old house, 60 or so years-old, and so the yard was quite full and we tended to get a lot of spiders in the house.
The spiders inevitably showed up most in the basement rooms, and were none too appreciated by my boys down there. When we had sprayed before, it just seemed to provoke them and drive them more into the open spaces of the rooms.
My youngest one night was terrified to get in bed because he had seen spiders in his room recently and was starting to develop a real phobia about the whole thing. Tucking him into bed, I told him I would “talk” to the spiders and tell them to stay out of his bedroom. He was slightly skeptical but it calmed him down for the night … .
I, in fact, DID “talk” to them … and another spider was NEVER seen in his room again. The issue was over.
The process of communication is involved with visualization and projection, it seems. One mistake in communicating an idea or wish towards the creature, is that, for instance, if it is a mosquito or a fly, there is the inclination to imagine getting bitten, or mentally picture the pesky fly buzzing around your face as you are simultaneously mentally saying this is what you DON’T want the bug to do. I found that by imagining the thing you DON’T want to happen, you actually draw that very thing into actuality.
What I would do instead, was picture in my mind what I wanted the insect TO DO … not what I DIDN’T want it to do (for instance, fly out the window, picturing in my mind the course the insect should take to reach the specific window in mind).
Concurrent with this imaging, was the very simple and childlike intent directed at the insect target … that I was talking to THEM … and assuming they could understand me. I do believe, from experience, that the animals, plants, and insects are far more aware of our thoughts and intents and hearts than we dare to believe; I mean even specific thoughts in our minds, and that one of the reasons it seems that we can’t communicate to them, is simply OUR disbelief that such is possible.
I have been able to diagnose pets’ wants and needs and sicknesses, ie., cats, dogs, turtles, birds, etc., by locking onto them empathetically, and then just being open and believing, in CHILDLIKE fashion, that it was possible to “hear” and “feel” their situations. I know many people with pets have experienced this. It is so simple that it seems hard to believe it is actually occurring.
Spiritual faith, in life–overcoming and “moving mountains” … conquering lower animal nature within oneself … events and outcomes … conforming to the will of God in one’s life … is similar to this whole process I have described.
There is a very real and serious admonition and purpose to Jesus’ injunction for us “to be as little children” … to have childlike faith in relation to the spiritual path along the journey leading to salvation and heaven.
Overmuch thinking, skepticism, intellectual analysis, doubt, puffed-up learning tends to BLOT OUT the still, small voice of the Spirit, leaving just a rancorous cacophony of mental noise, spiritless thoughts, triggered emotions … . WHEREAS, the spirit speaks as to a child, in simple belief, quietly but direct.
I believe many of the dreams and wishes we had as children are wrought of spirit and of heaven … derived from intrinsic knowledge, eternally based … so that when we crave the perfect father, its because we HAVE a perfect father–maybe just not in this world … but somewhere, YES!
When we childishly fantasize over that potential soul-mate, that ever-friend, that protector, that invincible champion who fights on our behalf … IT IS BECAUSE there IS all that, in heaven for us. Many just get discouraged with the ongoing, complicated, and demoralizing vicissitude’s of earth life, giving up hope that those childhood imaginations could ever, EVER pan out!
But all such longings, such as being able to talk with and empathize and heal and help creation … as a child is wont to wish or imagine … HAVE GENUINE PURPOSE and worth and reality, IF, one can BE LIKE A CHILD, with childlike faith and belief in that wondrous goodness and adventure which springs from every child’s heart until it is allowed to be beaten out by spiritless ghouls–the enemy–those lightless automatons treading here the dirt and asphalt plains … the living dead, as they are called.
Do not let the light die, the hope, the childlike wonder and faith and dreams … of the benevolent Father/Protector. He IS! It takes spiritual eyes, much akin to those of the imagination, to “SEE” Him and the spiritual realm–but it IS THERE……..it is HERE, right alongside the awkward, brutal forms surrounding all about in this world of the dead … . A child can imagine it, can see it, can believe it, for it starts first from within, along the same track where the kingdom of heaven is found … within.
Everything worthwhile is found WITHIN. Trouble, distraction, misdirection comes from without, from the enticements of the world. Cleaving to that which is “external” begins the imbalance leading to sin, mistake, and ultimately death.
The scoffer, who reads my recitation of my summer talking to bees and other insects … lacks the life WITHIN, where the faith of child, as required for heavenly entrance starts. The “scientist”, the “wise and learned” puffed up with knowledge derived from the external … are the fools and the blind who lead others so blinded, while TRUTH and the glory of the unseen eternal kingdom is blocked from their understanding–though a CHILD CAN BELIEVE IT and enter.
This is how it is. Return to that childlike state of grace, where the Holy Spirit operates, breathing life and lure, refined and wholesome, into the living soul. Outward–going “out” via the mind, which seeks to control, possess, corner, obtain … the world and all that’s in it … leads to spiritual ruin and death, dislocating soul from the eternal track, that sure path leading to the Kingdom of God.
The Kingdom is within, where children play–where bees talk, spiders obey, plants bend and flowers flower, singing the glories of God with every living breath and moment.
The “wise”, who are actually foolish, think they are “above” such things and can’t imagine it. The child CAN and so, CAN find ENTRANCE in purity and innocence, regained through remission of sins.
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If I get the chance, and am so moved, I will try and ask a bee if she knows why they are all disappearing and dying off as reported now widely in the media. My sense is, sadly and somewhat ominously, that they do not know why it is happening (”they” meaning the bees themselves). Already, this is the sense I get from the whole thing. But I am curious and will ask nonetheless, when opportunity presents itself to do so.
May 8, 2007
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–I did a three part series on “My Summer Of Talking To Bees” one year ago … .
http://www.thomas.justthinkoutloud.com/?p=90
One thing I don’t think I ever mentioned (can’t remember?) … . is that I “asked” the bees about the bee die-off … “colony collapse disorder” … .
The answer I got is not what I might have expected. If I were just analyzing it quickly, I think i would probably say something CHEMTRAILS … or pollution … or genetically modified foods or something like that … . . BUT, the answer that came to me, from the bees … . was “The Sun”. Something to do with the sun was what the problem was for them. Nothing really on earth so much as what the sun was “doing”.
Recently, in reference to the effects of Planet X, I heard about the increased UV rays of the sun … . the purported design of chemtrails to block it, protect us from it … . I HAVE noticed the color of the sun changing the past several years from yellow to white-hottish … . ALSO, I have worked outside pretty much my whole life…. and have noticed for sure the strange microwave-like burning sensation of the sun…. even when the temp is not so hot … . how it burns the skin differently now … …
I suspect all the earth stuff going on is still connected to PX. The changes in the sun and solar system would tend to support this. So would my “conversation” with the bees.
Now, the bats are dying off. Does not bode well for insect control and pollination … .
May 7, 2008
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And I have some more thoughts on communication with animals … which I want to share soon … … I believe it is a natural thing, inherent in our abilities as lords of the earth, meant, created by God … a remnant of Adamic proclivities and abilities … … .
thomas
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It was a time when I was deeply engaged in the study of a certain ancient, monotheistic form of “Hinduism” [Vaishnavism] which religion, next to the fellow Jains of India, perhaps comes only second in its respect for all living things and abhorrence of killing, violence, cruelty … towards ANY creature on earth.
The Jains go so far as to filter their drinking water and wear veils, to avoid inadvertently killing a small insect or even a microbe through ingestion.
Vaishnava [vai-SHNAW-vuh] religious philosophy, which I was studying, does not go so far, but DOES preach the practices of vegetarianism and avoidance of the kind of arbitrary “murder” common among humans, such as instinctively or callously stepping on insects, swatting them; obviously hunting of animals and even overmuch destruction of plants is similarly resisted.
“Be a friend to all” is one of their creeds, as ALL LIFE is recognized as possessing a spark of the Divine, and not to be thoughtlessly, or worse, DELIBERATELY extinguished willy nilly. Plants, fruits and grains were to be eaten, for sustenance of the human form (the flower of creation) but only respectfully and after having been blessed and offered first to God–and then just subsisting on His remnants. And this Godhead, to which all worship was directed, was the Father and Creator and source of all the universe(s) and every level of existence and being.
By studying this, and practicing it for a time to witness and experience firsthand its fruits and components of residual Truth, descended from the Truth of Truths … I gained a renewed appreciation and reverence for all creatures, great and small. I would not, and still do not kill needlessly ANY small creature of God, however seemingly insignificant–but rather, wonder and amaze at them–in all their intricacies and supernatural construction–aghast and in awe of The Creator’s prolific, detailed, inexhaustive creative designs–living things with purpose and resolve to fulfill their designated intention.
By treating all creation with a conscious respect and gentility, I found that I could hear and see all manner of existential reality–through the mind, and relate to “them” on their own levels.
This meant talking to, with, plants and animals to no small degree, at times … .
Looking back, it seems to have been like a certain dispensation … a season for me, where God allowed me to access, intentionally, realms of transcendental thought and communication, which is ordinarily out of the prescribed range of human awareness and comprehension.
I believe it is meant to be so, generally, that we are not in constant communication with any or all species, as, time is limited and there are already enough diversions thrown at us in this world and level of existence to contend with, on our path to connect with primarily The Holy Spirit… .
Nevertheless, the Father of all, is not one to be put in a box; and at times throughout any particular life, He will show things, in the Spirit, which help the seeker appreciate the magnitude of Truth and Creation … with an eye towards the ineffable magnitude and depth and panoply shooting forth from His mind–into actualization, as Creator.
Sometimes, it seems, He will pull back a curtain for you, for you to see much more than what the daily mind comprehends or repetitiously propels during the course of survival and day-to-day living… .
And He may give you “a season”, or several, through a life, where a certain thing are learned–or some supernal insight is acquired, which only you can know–only you saw, for your own life’s path–as He leads each one along, on their own way to Him, by Him, through Him–to Godhead, Heaven.
One of these times for me was my summer of talking to bees.
A lessor man would have stopped at that point and made a cult. This is where cults and religions get made–when the Holy Father of all shows a special insight and allows co-creative action in the material realm–but then the recipient goes back to ego, takes the new knowledge, and makes a cult of it for personal gain, fame and profit. As I have always only wanted to know and serve God the Father, no substandard level of reality or even spiritual experience would be allowed to take His place.
But it would have been nothing to establish myself at that time as a shaman of sorts, who could communicate with nature, with animals, insects, plants even … because there were usually witnesses to my acts, where peoples’ mouths were agape as they watched me talking with insects, especially bees, and seeing the little creatures respond immediately and blatantly.
At the time, it was Led for me to do that–to experience that. And then it passed, though on occasion, if so moved, the ability is still there. But it is not to be a parlor trick, a source of pride, or casually practiced for fun. It is not meant for the believer to have such a continuous interaction or obsession or even perfection of such a skill–or else the practice begins to supersede the much greater objective of simply being in contact and service to the directings of the Supreme God, the Father, via the Holy Spirit.
Then again, in the case of some particular servant, saint, He may just have this be a feature of their ministry–or He will simply allow such activity when if fulfills His designs at any given moment in time … and one must be prepared to follow, to take it or leave it as the path of Truth proceeds for each soul.
Lest you think I was living a life of fantasy at the time, or in some bout of temporary dementia, I’ll point out that it was during the time of my application to, acceptance, and entrance into first-year law school. My general mode of cognition at the time was one adhering to strict left-brain type functions–logic, analysis, rationality, pragmatism, puzzle-solving, skepticism … just meaning that I was as in as serious and reasoning tendency of thought, as I was capable of–when the communicating with insects began in earnest … .
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One of the first, obvious interactions with a bee took place on our front porch, with my wife and a son present. It was very early spring, and surprising to see the mid-sized bumble bee out buzzing around in the relative cold, where no flowers had sprung yet and the grass was still brown from the winter freeze … .
(to be continued)
May 6, 2007
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(cont.)
And so, we were standing on the front porch–my wife and a son. It was very early spring, no flowers about–everything still mostly greys and browns from the cold winter.
I had been talking for a while about this new propensity I felt I had in communicating with insects–telling them to leave places, so that they wouldn’t be swatted, stepped on, sprayed, or otherwise killed for being pesky and in peoples’ living space.
I felt I had successfully “imaged” for some flies and spiders to leave some areas in our own house–for this is how it is done, through a kind of projected mental imaging directed at the bug– and my wife was being polite, but somewhat skeptical as I described the process there on the front porch.
Just then, coming suddenly from around the side of the house, a medium-sized bumble bee buzzed by my son and wife, and flew over directly to me. It came up right up to about 8 inches from my face and just hovered as if looking directly at me.
I immediately started speaking to it, vocally, asking why it was out and about already, saying that there were no flowers yet, but that it was a cute and nice bee and we were tickled to have it visit us; but warning that it might be too soon and it was suppose to freeze later that night; suggesting that the bee might want to stay “inside” for a while yet.
No kidding, with my wife and son watching, mouths agasp, the bee hovered for the length of my little talk–right in front of my face, until I told it to leave, (because it was scaring my wife–she, afraid of bees and most insects) at which moment, it bobbed for a second, as if showing some kind of assent, and then flew off, back in the direction from which it first came.
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The next notable event of the sorts (there were always minor events like this going on, but usually with just myself as the witness) was a time, just a month or so later, when my wife came in to talk with me while I was painting one of our boys’ rooms. A different son came in with my wife, probably about 9 years-old at the time. As she was talking to me, from inside the house, a large, aggressive bee or hornet followed her into the room and began flying around, erratically back and forth throughout the room. My wife–irritated and scared by the buzzing interloper said to me, somewhat sarcastically, “So, if you can talk to bees, tell this one to LEAVE!”
There were many windows in this room, a few of which actually opened, with just one of them being open slightly ajar at the far end of the room. The bee was nowhere near this window, but continued to dive-bomb me, or my wife, or just buzz around between us.
Taking the challenge, I quickly closed my eyes and “communicated” to the little fellow, that I wanted him to fly towards me, hover, and then go straight out the only open window, slightly ajar (as it was an old hand-crank style which opened outward.)
I then opened my eyes and told my wife and observing son: “Watch. The bee will come over to me and then go straight out the window… .”
AND, as soon as the words were out of my mouth, that is exactly what it did. It came down from where it was buzzing around the ceiling … hovered in front of my face for a brief moment–then flew DIRECTLY out the only open window, which was cracked barely an inch or so wide!
THIS TIME, my wife’s eyes were like saucers–as were my son’s–it was such an obvious interaction with the little creature which had just occurred right before them, the specifics of which I had just described exactly BEFOREHAND.
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One of the most useful times for this ability has been when I am painting exterior paint jobs, in the spring and summer, where it often happens that there are bees, wasps and spiders about–which can make life tenuous when you’re standing atop a 35-foot ladder, precariously painting some hard-to-reach corner … both hands busy with bucket, scraper and brush … and one of these buzzing bombers (or more) suddenly find that you’re in THEIR territory and they come with back-up to discourage you being there … .
There have been many, many instances of this, where, mentally, using the communicating technique, I have “said” to various, aggressive stinging soldiers … that I wanted no trouble with them … and that if they would just leave me alone, I would avoid disturbing their nests and try not to hurt them. Amazingly, every time, they seemed to get the message and I’ve not had ANY troubles getting stung or harassed by them once the communication was made.
In years past, I would have welcomed an attack, using it as a pretext to go on the warpath–fighting back with a make-shift “fjording” stick until every last attacker was destroyed; for there is the hunter, the warrior genetically in me, and I’ve always been partial to a martial spirit.
But no more, since a loving, appreciative, and genteel observance took hold in my life and helped me see the beauty, the wonder, the special VALUE of every living thing–every creature of God.
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Another instance worth noting that summer happened when I was contracted to paint the exterior (and some interior) of an amazing Frank Lloyd Wright-designed cabin nestled high up in the foothills–which actually became mountains at the point where the cabin was located.
Here is a link to a not-so-great photo of the actual place (though you can see the spread of ivy in the foreground:
http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/1469/ut_str.gifANYWAY, the cabin had not been inhabitated for years and was in quite some neglectful state. All of the garden area surrounding the structure was filled with overrun mountain-ivy plants, about one-and-a-half-foot deep (as it was yet spring) with the beds of it ranging in width to approximately 12-feet wide going outward from the house.
This meant I had to tromp through, and stand in, this ivy growth all the way around the house as I was prepping and painting the old window sills and the side of the house and surrounding walls where the ivy also was located.
Well, the first time I took a step into the ivy, a cloud of–it seemed–about a thousand wasps suddenly arose from the groundcover and went mad, flying all about, probably disturbed for the first time in their lives, by any such large invader. They were mad and aggravated and looking for trouble.
In fact, everywhere I stepped, into this carpet of thick green, a swarm of mountain bees and wasps arose in waves, as they were deeply ensconced in the lush mountain fabric, doing what they do, pollinating and hiding from the heat.
Nevertheless, I HAD to walk through that ivy–and not just walk through it–but stand in it for hours at a time, in order to work on the windows and sides of the house!
I did not at all want to go into slaughter mode–killing them all–hundreds or thousands of them it seemed. So I determined to put my purported insect-communication abilities to the real test … and then rely on faith that it would work.
So, I spent a little time in thought–”talking” to the vast black-and-yellow colony–imploring them to leave me alone, as I walked in their midst … assuring them that I would be extra careful not to step on any of them or in some other way inadvertently hurt or kill them … and for sure I would not deliberately attack them … IF they would reciprocate, and allow me to do my work unmolested, unstung or bothered by any of their number.
I had found in earlier communications, that certain species were more “dense” and/or warlike than others, and with them, I WOULD include a threat with my supplications. This was the case with this rough, aggressive mountain group of stingers. I DID threaten them that if they did not keep the bargain, all bets were off and I would go on the warpath and kill every last one of them.
I meant business, as I could not be held up in my work by them and did not want to be swatting them away or constantly worried about whether I’d be stung suddenly, so I felt this threat was important to seal the deal.
BUT, my main point to them was that I would even go so far as being careful where I stepped so that I would not accidentally crush any of them as they hovered and moved about in the foliage.
The odds that I could finish that job without getting stung once, considering the nature and size of the bee and wasp population there … were long odds. Not to mention the spiders everywhere in the neglected growth and window wells there … . I made a similar deal with them. I didn’t want to be bothered, and I promised not to arbitrarily kill ANY spider or bee/wasp/hornet while I worked.
Well, you might be guessing, that NO, I did not once get stung or bitten by ANY insect on that job, though I was virtually rolling in amidst them, walking through them–sending up buzzing clouds of disturbed little protectors … NOT ONCE, did they bother me or even come too near me, as I worked right in their midst, and I assume and believe it is because of the communications and understandings we had together.
I’ve used this technique on many jobs similarly threatening ever since, and have yet to be stung or bitten; whereas, in the past, it was quite common to be stung or bitten at least twice or more times on any given exterior job.
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In the next and last part of this little series, I will mention one more story regarding spiders in the house, in my boy’s room; describe the communication technique a little bit; add a story I just heard last week about an old lady and her butterfly; and then wonder if I should attempt to ask one of the little women (the bees you see flying about are almost always female) about the situation involving the large, scary die-off of all the bee colonies.
take care,
God bless,
brother thomas
May 7, 2007
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(cont.)
Overall, there were quite a few times where I “directed” a pesky insect to leave an area, where it was bothering people–where someone was preparing to swat or spray it … and the bugs would just leave–no killing necessary.
My youngest boy slept downstairs in the basement. At the time we lived in a a fairly old house, 60 or so years-old, and so the yard was quite full and we tended to get a lot of spiders in the house.
The spiders inevitably showed up most in the basement rooms, and were none too appreciated by my boys down there. When we had sprayed before, it just seemed to provoke them and drive them more into the open spaces of the rooms.
My youngest one night was terrified to get in bed because he had seen spiders in his room recently and was starting to develop a real phobia about the whole thing. Tucking him into bed, I told him I would “talk” to the spiders and tell them to stay out of his bedroom. He was slightly skeptical but it calmed him down for the night … .
I, in fact, DID “talk” to them … and another spider was NEVER seen in his room again. The issue was over.
The process of communication is involved with visualization and projection, it seems. One mistake in communicating an idea or wish towards the creature, is that, for instance, if it is a mosquito or a fly, there is the inclination to imagine getting bitten, or mentally picture the pesky fly buzzing around your face as you are simultaneously mentally saying this is what you DON’T want the bug to do. I found that by imagining the thing you DON’T want to happen, you actually draw that very thing into actuality.
What I would do instead, was picture in my mind what I wanted the insect TO DO … not what I DIDN’T want it to do (for instance, fly out the window, picturing in my mind the course the insect should take to reach the specific window in mind).
Concurrent with this imaging, was the very simple and childlike intent directed at the insect target … that I was talking to THEM … and assuming they could understand me. I do believe, from experience, that the animals, plants, and insects are far more aware of our thoughts and intents and hearts than we dare to believe; I mean even specific thoughts in our minds, and that one of the reasons it seems that we can’t communicate to them, is simply OUR disbelief that such is possible.
I have been able to diagnose pets’ wants and needs and sicknesses, ie., cats, dogs, turtles, birds, etc., by locking onto them empathetically, and then just being open and believing, in CHILDLIKE fashion, that it was possible to “hear” and “feel” their situations. I know many people with pets have experienced this. It is so simple that it seems hard to believe it is actually occurring.
Spiritual faith, in life–overcoming and “moving mountains” … conquering lower animal nature within oneself … events and outcomes … conforming to the will of God in one’s life … is similar to this whole process I have described.
There is a very real and serious admonition and purpose to Jesus’ injunction for us “to be as little children” … to have childlike faith in relation to the spiritual path along the journey leading to salvation and heaven.
Overmuch thinking, skepticism, intellectual analysis, doubt, puffed-up learning tends to BLOT OUT the still, small voice of the Spirit, leaving just a rancorous cacophony of mental noise, spiritless thoughts, triggered emotions … . WHEREAS, the spirit speaks as to a child, in simple belief, quietly but direct.
I believe many of the dreams and wishes we had as children are wrought of spirit and of heaven … derived from intrinsic knowledge, eternally based … so that when we crave the perfect father, its because we HAVE a perfect father–maybe just not in this world … but somewhere, YES!
When we childishly fantasize over that potential soul-mate, that ever-friend, that protector, that invincible champion who fights on our behalf … IT IS BECAUSE there IS all that, in heaven for us. Many just get discouraged with the ongoing, complicated, and demoralizing vicissitude’s of earth life, giving up hope that those childhood imaginations could ever, EVER pan out!
But all such longings, such as being able to talk with and empathize and heal and help creation … as a child is wont to wish or imagine … HAVE GENUINE PURPOSE and worth and reality, IF, one can BE LIKE A CHILD, with childlike faith and belief in that wondrous goodness and adventure which springs from every child’s heart until it is allowed to be beaten out by spiritless ghouls–the enemy–those lightless automatons treading here the dirt and asphalt plains … the living dead, as they are called.
Do not let the light die, the hope, the childlike wonder and faith and dreams … of the benevolent Father/Protector. He IS! It takes spiritual eyes, much akin to those of the imagination, to “SEE” Him and the spiritual realm–but it IS THERE……..it is HERE, right alongside the awkward, brutal forms surrounding all about in this world of the dead … . A child can imagine it, can see it, can believe it, for it starts first from within, along the same track where the kingdom of heaven is found … within.
Everything worthwhile is found WITHIN. Trouble, distraction, misdirection comes from without, from the enticements of the world. Cleaving to that which is “external” begins the imbalance leading to sin, mistake, and ultimately death.
The scoffer, who reads my recitation of my summer talking to bees and other insects … lacks the life WITHIN, where the faith of child, as required for heavenly entrance starts. The “scientist”, the “wise and learned” puffed up with knowledge derived from the external … are the fools and the blind who lead others so blinded, while TRUTH and the glory of the unseen eternal kingdom is blocked from their understanding–though a CHILD CAN BELIEVE IT and enter.
This is how it is. Return to that childlike state of grace, where the Holy Spirit operates, breathing life and lure, refined and wholesome, into the living soul. Outward–going “out” via the mind, which seeks to control, possess, corner, obtain … the world and all that’s in it … leads to spiritual ruin and death, dislocating soul from the eternal track, that sure path leading to the Kingdom of God.
The Kingdom is within, where children play–where bees talk, spiders obey, plants bend and flowers flower, singing the glories of God with every living breath and moment.
The “wise”, who are actually foolish, think they are “above” such things and can’t imagine it. The child CAN and so, CAN find ENTRANCE in purity and innocence, regained through remission of sins.
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If I get the chance, and am so moved, I will try and ask a bee if she knows why they are all disappearing and dying off as reported now widely in the media. My sense is, sadly and somewhat ominously, that they do not know why it is happening (”they” meaning the bees themselves). Already, this is the sense I get from the whole thing. But I am curious and will ask nonetheless, when opportunity presents itself to do so.
May 8, 2007
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–I did a three part series on “My Summer Of Talking To Bees” one year ago … .
http://www.thomas.justthinkoutloud.com/?p=90
One thing I don’t think I ever mentioned (can’t remember?) … . is that I “asked” the bees about the bee die-off … “colony collapse disorder” … .
The answer I got is not what I might have expected. If I were just analyzing it quickly, I think i would probably say something CHEMTRAILS … or pollution … or genetically modified foods or something like that … . . BUT, the answer that came to me, from the bees … . was “The Sun”. Something to do with the sun was what the problem was for them. Nothing really on earth so much as what the sun was “doing”.
Recently, in reference to the effects of Planet X, I heard about the increased UV rays of the sun … . the purported design of chemtrails to block it, protect us from it … . I HAVE noticed the color of the sun changing the past several years from yellow to white-hottish … . ALSO, I have worked outside pretty much my whole life…. and have noticed for sure the strange microwave-like burning sensation of the sun…. even when the temp is not so hot … . how it burns the skin differently now … …
I suspect all the earth stuff going on is still connected to PX. The changes in the sun and solar system would tend to support this. So would my “conversation” with the bees.
Now, the bats are dying off. Does not bode well for insect control and pollination … .
May 7, 2008
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BROTHER THOMAS