Friday 18 April 2014

The Golden Light London Blog Spot

For postings about what I'm do, instead of who I'm doing... as I don't seem to be writing about that any more.

http://thegoldenlightlondon.wordpress.com


Tuesday 1 April 2014

The Mouse and Me

In the last couple weeks I've seen more mice than usual. In fact a lot more... and my response to seeing these mice has been sweet and full of understanding... even had a moment of awe watching this brave, hungry mouse (though afraid) move past busily walking people to find it's scrap of food before returning to the safety from which it came. The other night, it occurred to me that I've been noticing a lot of mice and decided to look up some stories and meanings... and this is what I found... which has deeply touched me and had a profound effect on me.
I hope you enjoy the story as much as I have.



THE NATIVE AMERICAN MOUSE

And then there is the tale told by Native Americans about the mouse who heard a sound that none of the others could hear. "I'm going to find the source of that sound," Mouse announced to his little troop of friends.
"Oh, no, no, no!" they admonished, "You'll be killed by the Fierce Ones who dwell out there in The Beyond."
"I know it's scary out there," Mouse stammered, "but I really want to know what is causing that sound."

One day Mouse worked up the courage and began following the sound. The Slithering Ones and the Furry Ones pounced out from every nook, but Mouse was able to escape each time. The sound became louder, growing to a low roar. On the third day, the mystery became clear, as he caught a glimpse of the waters of the river flowing below the trees.
A funny-looking green creature was perched upon a lily pad beside the shore. "Hello Mouse," Frog croaked, "you found the sound, did you?"
"Yes, this place is really something."
"You can find more if you leap up in the air as high as you can," Frog suggested.
"Well!. I don't know about that."
"Aw! come on. Just try it one time."
Humoring his green friend, Mouse gave it a try. He leaped so vigorously, he lost his balance and tumbled down into the water. "Hey! You tricked me~" sputtered the soggy lump of hair.
"Did you see anything when you jumped up?" questioned Frog.
"Well! Yes! I did see a very great mountain off in the far distance."
Frog jumped into the water and swam away. Mouse wandered off and met another band of fur-balls like himself.
"Have you guys leaped up and seen the big mountain?" squeaked Mouse.
Frowning faces and shaking heads told him, "No! What are you talking about?"
"If you leap real high, you can see it too."
"We're not interested in that," the little troop told Mouse, "We are too busy just finding food and hiding from The Killers."
"Well, I am going to go to that mountain," said Mouse, pumping out his chest.
"Don't be foolish," they told him, "there is a terrible desert in that direction, and several of our relatives have ventured out that way. Not one has returned."
Mouse thought about it over for awhile, then pronounced, "I made it through the first, and I think I can reach that mountain too."
"You're crazy, just plumb nuts!" they cried.
"I can explain it, but I just have to go find that mountain."

Another days wandering found him at the edge of the Forest World, gazing out beyond the long desert at the misty mountain nesting on the horizon.
Carefully watching the dark shadows of the Bird of Prey that circled overhead, he darted from bush to bush, making some progress.
Tired and sweaty after half a day's scampering, Mouse was relieved to see a grove of vegetation up ahead. He rushed into it for a well-deserved rest.
Suddenly, he felt a deep vibration stirring the air and earth. it seemed to be coming from a hill made of fur. And it was moving!
"Welcome to my home," rumbled the immense beast.
Startled and frozen in stony fear, Mouse blurted, "I, I'm traveling to the great mountain, an', an' those shadow spots are scaring me."
"Well! That's quite brave of you, little one," Bison praised. "I would very much like to help, but, alas, I am blind."
"I'll give you one of MY eyes!" squealed Mouse.
With that, one of Mouse's eyes flew out of his head and went into the face of the Bison.
With dust falling like rain from his fur, Bison stood up, towering over Mouse like a mountain. Faint bolts of lightening shot out from his horns up into the clouds above.
Mouse staggered as he felt the thunder rolling to the mountain. He had never dreamed that a beast could have such awesome power.
"Well! I'm ready to go," said Bison, "are you ready?"
"Oh! Yes! Yes!" answered Mouse. "Let's go!"
"Now listen to me," instructed Bison, "I will run fast straight to the mountain. I want you to run directly beneath me. That way, the Predators Of The Sky will not see you, and the Ground Killers will be afraid to venture out of their hiding places, least they be crushed. Do you understand?"
"Yes! Yes! I can do that, " Mouse chirped with confidence. So, off they went, charging across the desolate wasteland running fast. Dark spots flowed over Bison's back, as little Mouse sprinted in a cloud of dust below. Thundering hooves struck all about him like earthquakes shattering the earth.

Endurance consumed, Mouse felt he had breathed his last breath, when suddenly Bison slowed down and stopped. They had reached the base of the mountain.
"I didn't think I was going to make it," Mouse panted, "I was really out of breath, an' your hooves almost got me a bunch of times."
"You had no need to worry, little friend," Bison explained, "I walk in the Way Of The Sun Dance, so I always know precisely where my hooves are at all times."
Looking up at the majestic mountain, Mouse gulped. "How am I ever going to reach the top?" questioned his thoughts.

As he contemplated the situation, a magnificent white wolf stepped from behind a big rock low on the mountainside. "Greetings Mouse," spoke Wolf. "I've been expecting you."
Relieved of his fear, Mouse asked, "Can you guide me to the top of the mountain?"
"Well! I'd like very much to do that," mused Wolf, "but I have this problem with my vision; everything is all mixed up and I can't find my way anymore."
"I'll give you MY eye!" Mouse offered.
Out of his head flew the eye, right into the face of Wolf.
"Oh! Thank you, thank you," howled Wolf,  "Come, follow me."
Luckily for Mouse, he had a keen sense of smell and was able to follow Wolf along the old trail toward the mountain top. A crystal clear lake nested atop the mountain, which was the Source of the River.
"I'll leave you here," growled Wolf, "I have other travelers to await down below."
Mouse sat down on a rock beside the still blue water.
"I'm blind as a bat," he thought, "but I'm still glad I made it up here. It's so peaceful. I wonder what my old pals back in the forest are doing."

He felt the air flutter, and fear creeped back in again. He knew it was Mighty Eagle who had come for him. Sure enough, off his perch he was snatched and carried him up into the heavens. He thought he was one dead mouse, but behold, a miracle! Mouse himself had been transformed into a Great Eagle!


MOUSE EVOLUTION

Long, long ago, God got tired of watching these ponderous beasts who munched on greenery and each other. They had dominated the earth for a very long time, and didn't seem to be going anywhere. So, God dropped a giant, fiery stone from Heaven, and they were eliminated. Of all the creatures that remained, mouse was the one who used his abilities most fully, and came to dominate. Behold again! He transformed into man.

This may seem like a Micky Mouse way of doing things, but God works in strange ways.

stories from: http://www.greatdreams.com/mouse.htm