THE BRIDGE-WAY

Sanicle wrote:

Lionhawk wrote:Good Day Folks!

You know, those monks are cheating. Look at what they're sitting on. Now they ought to try and go deer hunting. Climbing a tree, predawn, climb up about 30 to 50 feet, and then sit there all day till the cows come home. Climbing a tree isn't so bad. It's coming down that's the hard part. Especially when you're a popsicle at the end of the day. Do that for a week straight. Then to go home, just to find out somebody shot a 300-pound buck behind my house. 100 yards away. That was frustrating. Talk about cold, with a nice breeze I might add. Swaying in the tree, gave new meaning to how a popsicle had to adjust for windage. Crazy Happy

Hunting??    

Sanicle wrote:What "that" Mudra?  Hunting?  

mudra wrote:

Sanicle wrote:What "that" Mudra?  Hunting?  

Yes hunting without any conscience of how life is precious.How it has its reaon to be, to exist and its role to play no matter the form it chooses to embody.
If one doesn't know this than one knows nothing about death either.
Blindness is the disturbing fact for this is waste of energy.
Was this buck killed by someone with a conscience or blindly ?

Love from me
mudra

Sanicle wrote:And of course my conscience is now telling me that I shouldn't judge others in accordance with my own beliefs and feelings for the choices they are making when I don't know their needs and intentions haha.

Sorry Lionhawk  

No worries, Sanicle.  None whatsoever. Many good points have been covered. And I appreciate them all. It just comes down to perception, which includes everybody's perception.   In your own quote above, may I add the word, "experiences"? In other words, "in accordance with my own beliefs and feelings and experiences for the choices they are making when I don't know their needs and intentions and experiences haha."

For many of us, and I'm talking about my Native American kinfolk, we knew our place in Gaia's playground. We had to hunt to survive. It was a way of life. We honored and respected what they provided for us. We still do.

By doing so, we have a point of reference. What is your point of reference? Walmart? And what happens when all the Walmarts are no longer? What will you do then? What will you refer to, to survive? A most challenging question when you realize your opinions won't save you. I know it sounds cold, but that is a real reality for most of us because we are no longer connected to Gaia. We lost our way and that can be reflected by all the pollution we create so that we can have our conveniences. So remember every time you take a sip out of your plastic water bottle, there are 10,000 more floating in the ocean. Just for your convenience.

You know I could be a little offended by what you wrote above that’s seemingly directed at me if I didn’t believe that you’re writing for everyone who might be reading this.  For instance I don’t do ‘trendy’ like bottled water.  I distil my own water and take that with me.  Although I would use bottled water if I was travelling in a third world country.  But I don’t want to get into detailed discussions about most of what you said in reference to society these days, farming, etc.  I agree with most of it.

I also understand that in the past hunting meant surviving and still does for the wild animals.  It’s the main thing I truly dislike about the set-up in this reality.  It’s just who I am but I know I have to accept that it is what it is.

Oh and I have my hand up to die rather than survive if “the Walmarts are no longer” haha.  It’s no biggie.  

Loving the photo too on so many levels.  Thanks for sharing it my friend.    

Swanny wrote:I think all of time has happened and that we chose the body and the life we want to experience this time around. Maybe your death comes by being eaten by a shark, however it happens you knew all about it before making your choice. I don't see why animals and birds etc wouldn't make the same decisions. Maybe it's fun to be a chicken even if you do get your neck pulled at the end

Sanicle wrote:

For many of us, and I'm talking about my Native American kinfolk, we knew our place in Gaia's playground. We had to hunt to survive. It was a way of life. We honored and respected what they provided for us. We still do.

By doing so, we have a point of reference. What is your point of reference? Walmart? And what happens when all the Walmarts are no longer? What will you do then? What will you refer to, to survive? A most challenging question when you realize your opinions won't save you. I know it sounds cold, but that is a real reality for most of us because we are no longer connected to Gaia. We lost our way and that can be reflected by all the pollution we create so that we can have our conveniences. So remember every time you take a sip out of your plastic water bottle, there are 10,000 more floating in the ocean. Just for your convenience.

You know I could be a little offended by what you wrote above that’s seemingly directed at me if I didn’t believe that you’re writing for everyone who might be reading this.  For instance, I don’t do ‘trendy’ like bottled water.  I distill my own water and take that with me.  Although I would use bottled water if I was traveling in a third world country.  But I don’t want to get into detailed discussions about most of what you said in reference to society these days, farming, etc.  I agree with most of it.

I also understand that in the past hunting meant surviving and still does for the wild animals.  It’s the main thing I truly dislike about the set-up in this reality.  It’s just who I am but I know I have to accept that it is what it is.

Oh, and I have my hand up to die rather than survive if “the Walmarts are no longer” haha.  It’s no biggie.  

Loving the photo too on so many levels.  Thanks for sharing it, my friend.    

"Dear Sanicle, please don't take my post personally. It's all good! I only wanted to point out that hunting is a good thing and what it can lead to in terms of that connection with Gaia."

Those were my intentions when writing that post. Please don't be offended. I understand why you could be or anyone else for that matter. I admit I did that post past my bedtime, but I felt that I had to finally respond to this subject. Actually, I should have written a longer post about this, to better bridge a better understanding. Sometimes I get a little short in my expressions when I get tired. But let me not use that as an excuse and apologize if you found my post offensive.  

Some of the comments are absolutely spot on in regards to this subject. But it doesn't cover it all as this hunting subject has many layers to it. Again, it comes down to perceptions. We all have them. I tried to keep things simple but sometimes things are not so simple.

In my opinion, the disconnect is very obvious in regards to mother nature. It all comes down to corporate greed.

Getting back to the school of hunting, hunting comes in many forms. For instance, fishing is a form of hunting, foraging for herbs is a form of hunting, and so on. When we speak of consciousness, everything that we deem alive is a form of consciousness operating in its own frequency bandwidth or density. So whether we harvest plant life or animal life, it is pretty much the same kind of thing. When done right, with honor and respect, the life force of that plant or that animal will be consumed to promote our life. Most products that you buy in the store do not have that life force within it. It was pasteurized or radiated. When we consume these type of products, the nutritional value has been decreased dramatically. Giving way for an environment that will promote disease.

The strong survive! The Indians knew this and as such understood that that strength came from the ability to blend in with mother nature. When a tribe would break up a camp and migrate to a new one, they would clean it up in such a way that you didn't even know they had been there. Even their tracks! As long as they worked with mother nature, they stayed healthy as a tribe. And as an elder of the tribe, that would be most important. After all, the tribe is your family. It was a no-brainer.

Back when I was a young buck, I had a spiritual guide who was a chieftain at one point in time that had passed away but still stayed at our home site because some of his tribe had been killed there. Those members were trapped at the homeplace. So he did his best to protect them as they were young souls. And during that time he guided me to many things involving mother nature. All of which was a form of hunting. Part of the hunting scenario is tracking. So I learned how to track. He started me with insects and small critters, such as salamanders, spiders, and even B's. And in that way, he taught me about the environment that I was in. I now knew where to walk in the forest, without killing any life form. It's called respect and I was being taught that lesson without knowing it was a lesson on respect. Also honor. To respect and honor another life form and placing the same value of that life form as I placed on myself.

It wasn't long when I could walk into a forest and sense the whole forest, and everything in it, without realizing I was doing that. Was like a Yoda thing. And at the same time teaching me how to blend in without leaving a trace of where I walked. Even when I would find the discards of other folks, the trace of which would disappear when I walked through. The forest is a home of sorts. It's not just a bunch of trees and brush. If I were to go into your home, I would not throw trash on your floor. But there are those who would. They say, to track a white man, just follow his trash. Anti-Semitic you say? What about the trash?

Now looking back, I realize now how blessed I was for having to go through those hunting lessons. It taught me a great respect for life and to honor life. And because of that, Gaia would show me validations that I learned those lessons.

For instance, the 50 deer that surrounded me, on the side of a mountain in the Rockies, on an old logging road. I could just reach out and touch several if I had wanted to. They were that close to me and standing still. Meanwhile, I had my rifle with me, but that made no difference. I have been within 10 feet of a cow moose and a full-grown bison, without any tragic mishap. If anything it was a greeting of mutual respect. As I learned, a wild animal will know if you are connected. Another time, I took my bass boat fishing on the Oklawaha River and ran into three different bee communities. The first one was some type of River hornet about 2 1/2 inches long. Huge. I had tied up the bass boat to a pine brow that was hanging over the river. Little did I know that where I tied the rope to was their home. I was sitting about 4 feet underneath them, when a boat came by, causing several wakes, causing the rope to pull on the pine brow. That pissed them off and yet I sat there, calm as can be, and did not get stung one time. They let me untie the rope and I moved on to the next spot. A hedge that went about 60 feet on the bank of the river. The whole hedge was loaded with white-faced hornets. Nasty bastards. Vicious. A hornet flew up to my chest, landed, gave me one sting, as a warning. I then realized it was a warning because hornets can sting continuously. In the next few seconds, the whole hedge became alive as these white face hornets flew out of the hedge horizontally. All you could see was black and white spots flying through the air. There were thousands of them. Surrounded me and my boat, but never attacking me. I drifted off to the next spot and ran into another hornets nest and then I figured out to do something different. So three run-ins could've been killed three different times in a couple of hours.

And there are other stories I could tell you about how Gaia gave me validations as to my lessons. But it would seem that I have rambled on long enough with this Dragon speech software.

So my Dear Sanicle, I too wish we didn't have to consume things in order to live. And as you say it is what it is and I totally agree with you. As a hunter, what I value most is the connection I have with Gaia and it is because of hunting, that I have that connection. Just go a little easy on me because I was born into this hunting business but fortunate enough to have the right guidance provided for me. It is what it is just like you said.

Didn't mean to ruffle your feathers.

mudra wrote:Regarding hunting.

LionHawk made good points <3
If humanity at large had to hunt for food there would so be so much fewer animals suffering daily.
I would also suspect that proper hunting skill is sharp, brisk, to the point and with a fleeting pain for the animal.

Would we have been brought as children child to a slaughterhouse however and spent a few hours there for a week the planet would turn vegan overnight I believe?

As far as I am concerned I want to say long life to breatharians. May there be more and more of them.
On several occasions, I had the great joy of being able to fast over many days
drinking water only.
The freedom this gave me is an amazing joy. Realizing eating 3 times a day isn't necessary.
That I could do without food at all. Clear mind, clean body, beautiful skin, and sparkling eyes.
Imagine a car that runs on thin air. That you don't need to bring to the gas station all the time.
And that is so healthy you can keep it for ages in good condition.

Can you imagine also how this would change the entire economic scene as well?
To me, this has the fragrance of paradise :)

By the way LionHawk I see at least 3 visitors in that photo. Buster was loved :)

Love Always
mudra

Mudra, I have been wanting to include you in my postings, as you have brought up some spot-on stuff as you always do. But that Swanny guy keeps on distracting me with his sense of humor.   Keep it up Swanny, as you bring water to a potentially hot fire.  

When I lived in Utah, I hunted. And come to find out, depending on how much snow we got, hundreds of deer would starve to death in the cold of winter, despite all the deer hunting that had occurred. All these hundreds of deer died a tragic death of immense suffering. They were never harvested. Could have fed a lot of people that really needed food. There were efforts to feed some of these deer depending on location and the resources available. But as usual, the resources always seem to run out.

Now here in the USA, we are not considered a Third World country. But let me assure you that we are not that far from it. We have a lot of poverty in our country and the government has a tendency to cover that up. It is very rare to see a commercial that promotes through charities that feed the poor in the United States. What you see are commercials extracting dollars out of the country where whatever charity it is going to often goes to the Pirates that take a big skim off the top first. Kinda like extortion. And the poor get what is leftover after everybody gets their share.

So what do the poor do to survive? I'm not talking about socialism. Some folks really do need help. And as of late the some folks are now many folks. And this trend is gathering steam despite the government's efforts with their propaganda machine to make it look like everything is just fine and peachy. Just like Haiti where all this money was donated to benefit those people, those same people saw 10% of what was donated. Did you know those people actually eat mud cakes? Literally!  I think the Clintons ought to pay back the money they stole from those efforts of charity.

Poverty doesn't care what color you are, what gender you are, or what race you are. In my opinion, poverty is a reflection of a system that no longer works. If it isn't good for everybody it just isn't good as an old Cherokee once said. And I think that's what we're seeing in the United States. A system that is falling apart.

If the crap was to hit the fan, I would not want to be living in a city. You would be dealing with hunters of a different sort. The ones that have no respect and no honor for life. The most dangerous kind. A killing spree of sorts. The ones that have stepped down into the density that Mudra was referring to, just too far.

I'll tell you what I can't stand, is the sight of starving children. For whatever reason, there should be no reason in this regard. But that's just me. It just breaks my heart to see it.

You are one of the lucky ones, Mudra, as far as being able to fast.   Diabetics, can't do that, unfortunately.

As far as the pic goes, IMO, it is extraordinary. To catch something like that in broad daylight, to me is amazing. I did have the pic analyzed by a skeptic and he couldn't refute it. I have since tried to make contact but to no avail. What needs to happen with this pic is somebody needs to do a full reading on it. Someone in a neutral position to do so. Would you like to volunteer and see what you come up with, Mudra? Maybe Carol? How about you Swanny? Tomorrow will be two years since Buster has passed. He is sorely missed.

I asked because this is one pic and an event that I did not pick up on when it occurred. It would seem that my Spidey senses were on vacation that day.

I did mention that I would keep y'all updated as to the picture I received in the mail. Well, something happened Saturday morning. I was pulled through the portal in the picture and had a meeting with four high-frequency beings. It was like a briefing but very short and then I was placed in a meeting with another high-frequency being that had a much higher frequency than the four beings I was briefed with. Way up the ladder in terms of frequency. It had to do with the future. My future. And all the while I was allowed to keep my free agency status. In other words, no oversight. So we'll see what happens next. As my friend Kate put it, "You were called."

Namaste'

Lionhawk wrote:"Dear Sanicle, please don't take my post personally. It's all good! I only wanted to point out that hunting is a good thing and what it can lead to in terms of that connection with Gaia."

Those were my intentions when writing that post. Please don't be offended. I understand why you could be or anyone else for that matter. I admit I did that post past my bedtime, but I felt that I had to finally respond to this subject. Actually, I should have written a longer post about this, to better bridge a better understanding. Sometimes I get a little short in my expressions when I get tired. But let me not use that as an excuse and apologize if you found my post offensive. Hugs

No problemo Lionhawk.  That's why I like being on the forum -- cause you get to hear about everyone's different perspectives on issues.  It's all good.

Oh and I know what you mean about being cranky.  I never post when I first get up as that's when I'm cranky.    

I do have a question for you though.  You also wrote:

Back when I was a young buck, I had a spiritual guide who was a chieftain at one point in time that had passed away but still stayed at our home site because some of his tribe had been killed there. Those members were trapped at the homeplace. So he did his best to protect them as they were young souls.

You spoke in the past about how there were Indian souls trapped (?) at the trading post you lived at when you were young too.  Plus I've read about others being aware of them still being earthbound at other sites.  Why do you think it is that they haven't moved on?  The chieftain sounds like he was very aware, aware enough I would have thought to help them move on with him.  And yet he didn't.  Are they maybe too attached to Gaia or something?  

Hugs for you too  

Carol wrote:We feed the deer and wildlife here. It's enjoyable watching a small herd of 10 wonder through the meadow. The Blue Jays are also entertaining as the squirrel. So food scraps go out on a regular basis for the critters.

That's be me Carol.  And Rochelle too.  Yay for you  

I couldn't do the fishing like you though. Dad used to take us when we were kids and I'd get upset for the poor worms when they got put on the hook. And then for the poor fish flopping around on the grass slowly dying after they were caught. Oh well.

Lionhawk wrote:

As far as the pic goes, IMO, it is extraordinary. To catch something like that in broad daylight, to me is amazing. I did have the pic analyzed by a skeptic and he couldn't refute it. I have since tried to make contact but to no avail. What needs to happen with this pic is somebody needs to do a full reading on it. Someone in a neutral position to do so. Would you like to volunteer and see what you come up with, Mudra? Maybe Carol? How about you Swanny? Tomorrow will be two years since Buster has passed. He is sorely missed.

I asked because this is one pic and an event that I did not pick up on when it occurred. It would seem that my Spidey senses were on vacation that day.

Namaste' [/color][/i][/font][/size][/color]