A Little Girl's Prayer
What is it that makes humans different than every other
creature in the known universe? Is it
our ability to reason? No. There are several primates who have been
taught to communicate with sign language.
Even birds sometimes open nuts by intentionally placing them in traffic
and getting the goodies after a car has run over them. Is it our ability to conceptualize ‘the
future’ and plan? No. Even squirrels and mice store food for the
winter. Is it compassion? No.
Have you ever heard the stories about people who would have drowned
except that they were pushed to the surface by dolphins?
The question of our uniqueness in the universe is based
first on the premise that we are unique, and that there is some quality that
can be defined as ‘human’ that cannot be found elsewhere. This is actually a rather arrogant premise,
and not every culture holds this to be true.
Still, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, there are those who
insist that humans, alone in all the universe, possess the intangible power of
emotion.
I do not subscribe to the theory that humans are the only
beings that experience emotion. I don't
even limit emotion to the realm of the primates, or even mammals. I believe that emotion is one of the
fundamental building blocks of all existence, a freely floating elemental
particle as ubiquitous as carbon and hydrogen.
Emotion, at its most basic level is a binary concept of yes or no. It is positive or negative, sometimes wildly
so, and in either direction it is a powerful source of energy.
Those who believe animals cannot experience emotion have
never lived with dogs, cats or horses. I
doubt that they have ever watched river otters at play, or seen dolphins riding
the wake of a power boat. I doubt they have
seen the grief an elephant mother displays while standing vigil over the corpse
of its child, or the joy on the faces of gorillas who have been separated over
a period of years and are suddenly reunited.
'Instinct', they will call it. Reaction to stimulus. Learned behaviors passed through example or
genetic inheritance. I think of instinct
as inherited emotion. If we accept
emotion as either a positive or negative influence - the drive to or away from
something - then emotion and instinct become two ends of the same sliding
scale. Further down the scale is the
very nature of all living things to act in a way that is most beneficial to
their own survival. Trees grow towards
and orient their leaves towards the sun.
Flowering plants, if under stress, will commit their last remaining
stores of energy to create viable seeds so as to propagate the species. This basic building block - the ability to do
things that ensure survival, the desire to do things that feel good and avoid
things that feel bad, that which we call emotion in ourselves - is universal in
all living things. When we accept that
the emotion we feel is fundamentally no different than the desire for a tree to
reach its branches out to capture more sunlight, we begin to understand that humans
are capable of communicating with all living things in the universe, and that
our feelings and our thoughts and our prayers are not ours alone, but radiate
from us like light from the sun, or gravity from a black hole.
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It is a slightly overcast day in August, and we are walking
the trails of Pikes Peak State Park in Iowa.
The area is rich in Native American history, the evidence of which are
the many effigy mounds on the hilltops overlooking the Mississippi River. In 1803, the United States Government
acquired a great expanse of land known as the Louisiana Territory. In 1805, explorer Zebulon Pike was sent to
explore the Mississippi Valley and locate sites suitable for military outposts. One of the key features of the Pikes Peak
area is an overlook with unparalleled visibility of the Wisconsin River where
it empties into the Mississippi River.
This great confluence was, in the days of Zebulon Pike, a veritable
superhighway exchange, and its military importance could not have been
overstated. Pike suggested that a fort
be built there, but Fort Shelby was instead built on the prairie below in what
was known as Prairie du Chien. Until the
fort was built in the early 1800s, the prairie, named for the Fox Chief who
lived there, was a place of peace - a thriving place of commerce for the fur
trade. In 1814 Fort Shelby became a
casualty of the fighting between the British and the Americans, and in 1816
Fort Crawford took its place. Flooding
destroyed Fort Crawford in the 1920s, and a stone replacement was built on
higher ground on what is now part of Wyalusing Academy. It was there, at the second Fort Crawford,
where Black Sparrow Hawk surrendered in 1832 after the end of the Black Hawk
Conflict.
The land was purchased in 1837 and held privately by
Alexander McGregor and his descendants until deeded back to the federal
government many years later by Mrs. Munn, the grand-niece of the original
settler. Mrs. Munn never allowed
settlers or development in the vast tract of land which, in 1935, became Pikes Peak and
Point Ann State Parks, and so it was then and still remains today a
nearly pristine example of natural woodlands along the western Mississippi
bluffs. Today, as I stand and look over the edge of the bluff across
the vast and elegant interlaced channels, backwaters, islands and spits to the opposite
shore, Wyalusing State Park is visible as a hazy wooded area to the southeast. Prairie Du Chien is plainly visible to the
northeast, and the Wisconsin River can be seen inexorably adding its watery
influence to the great river from the east.
Man's influence cannot be completely ignored. There is no escape from the power lines and
bridges, or the boats and buildings.
Still, it is possible to close ones eyes in this place and feel the
massive greatness of nature. If you
still your mind and listen with your body, you can feel the positive energy of
this place as clearly as the warmth of the sun on your face. If you raise your arms at the edge of the
bluff, the rising thermals passing through your outstretched fingertips can
lift your soul to soar over the river like the hawks and vultures, effortlessly
navigating the swirling vortices of air and time. It is at that moment it becomes possible to
nourish your spirit with the very breathing of the earth. It is at that moment you become aware that
the most important thing we can do is love.
As we were walking down the trail, visiting the various
overlooks, we crossed paths with a family of four travelling in the opposite
direction. The father noticed my walking
stick, with the fur and feathers, and said, 'there has to be a story in that
stick'. He very genuinely wanted to know
more about it, and then as I began to tell him about the journey he listened
with rapt attention as I described each item on the walking stick and what it
symbolized. He and his wife, and their
young daughter listened to the story of Black Hawk and how so many of his
people came to their sad end just a few miles up the river, and nodded along as
I explained that I had followed his path and was now journeying back to their
home.
When I reached the part of the story where the women and
children were being killed, I told the little girl that it was very, very sad,
and that part of what I was doing was sending prayers to the little children
who died so that they wouldn't have to be sad anymore. I asked her if she wanted to send a prayer to
the children, and she said yes
.
I said earlier that emotion is a natural reaction to the
world around us. Love and hate, joy and
grief - these are the emotions we feel when we are exposed to life. Thought is the mirror-image of emotion. Where emotion is a reaction to the outside
world, thought is the energy we direct back out into the world. It is a measurable electromagnetic force we
use to fill the space around us. When
people think positive thoughts, there is a positive energy that is sent outward
from their bodies. The more positive the
energy we put forth, the more powerful is the influence.
When suddenly faced with saying something as important as a
prayer out loud and in front of others, I saw fear and anxiety begin to
overtake the little girl. But when I
told her the prayer could be silent, and didn't have to be whole sentences
or even real words, she set her emotions aside and I saw her respond in ways
that simply took my breath away. She
closed her eyes, and knotted her forehead, and this little girl sent forth one
of the most powerful prayers I have ever witnessed in my life. For thirty breathless seconds, she became
filled with love, and what came out was like the birth of a star.
Animal Spirits – you have heard the words in this child's heart and spoken to her with voices of stillness – please capture the impassioned beauty of this wordless prayer and guide its healing energy to the dark places of the universe.
Ah ho.
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