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A Silly Goose

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I'm not sure why I am relating this story. But that generally hasn't stopped me before... A few years ago I was standing at the the edge of a park in Hoboken, NJ overlooking the Hudson River. At one point, I noticed a family of three geese pleasantly paddling north. There was a big Daddy goose, a Mommy goose next to him, and a little baby goose right behind. All swimming in close formation. I thought just what a happy, well-adjusted nuclear family this was! Taking a watery stroll on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, just like so many other families in the area. Then, abruptly I thought, "Wait a minute! These aren't human beings! They're not even animals! They're... fowls. So, how in the world can they be so human-like? I mean: look at how small their heads are! They probably have virtually no brains at all! So, how in the world can they then seem so human-like?"


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Now, as I was entertaining these silent, and admittedly not terribly generous musings, an odd thing occurred: The three geese started to make an abrupt left-turn, and headed for the shore. I was standing on a paved walkway, leaning on the railing overlooking the river. The geese were now headed straight towards a little ramp, which led from the river to the pavement, no more than ten yards from where I was standing...
I wasn't quite sure what they were doing; perhaps they just wanted to swim closer to the shore. But, to my amazement, the larger goose not only stepped onto the ramp, but waddled right up to the top, and was now standing only about 10-15 feet away from me. And, let me tell you: this big Daddy goose was no small affair: he was about 3 feet high and in excellent shape (if you're a goose). In fact I was so startled to see just how immense he was, I must admit to being a little intimidated by him. Well, the moment he reached the top of the ramp he stopped, and, looking directly at me (I was alone with no one between me and him), he proceeded to squawk and squeal with an almighty vengeance. Have no doubt: this guy had a bone to pick, a point to be emphatically made and was taking absolutely no guff from the measly, pathetic likes of me! No, sir! And after excoriating me for about 15-20 seconds, I guess by way of punctuating this harangue, he made a smooth about-face to exit and, as he did, neatly relieved himself of a rather substantial glob of stunningly blue goose poop. He then made his waddling way to the bottom of the plank. There he reconnected with the clan, and they continued on their way. Presumably, his honor now intact....
This is a true story. What to make of it? Well, as many of you have guessed by now, I'm rather heavily into this spiritual stuff. And we are always being told to harm no one in thought, word or deed. The metaphysical point of this not being a pointless nicey-niceness. But the fact that everything really is all One, and you can ultimately harm no one without harming yourself.
Yes: what goes around does indeed come around. And when it does, the results can apparently be downright fowl...

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I am an aspiring mystic with a bit of experience in sales/marketing, currently living in the New York metro area with my books, candles & more books. I believe we, as a civilization, have reached the low ebb of an entire cycle (see "Hindu Yugas" & (more...)
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