I Ask You This. Just What Sort Of People Are We? What Is Our Place Among The Peoples Of The Stars?
“Chea studied my face. There was a long silence before she spoke. “Aliveness, the Song of things, has a feeling to it all its own. It feels like love. Like being in love. It is clear and moving and alert. It is a pleasant feeling. That is why we can find it so easily by concentrating on feelings that are joyful and loving.”
Domano reached for the last cookie and looked up at me through the corners of his eyes. “The more you feel this Song of yours, the better you truly know who and what you really are. You know all your masks and the superstitions that drive them. You are able to live without the masks controlling you. Then this is when you can choose to put a mask on, like a costume, to serve your purpose—if you choose. When you truly understand and know yourself then you have your attention in your heart and under your control. To know yourself is to know power.
“You see, a people who know their Song have no use for starting war. But a people who live without their Song in their life live in self importance and fear, separated from all things. Trapped in a broken world. Our elders used to say that those people ‘live in death,’ because to them life is a brutal war.”
“Sounds lonely,” I said.
“Yes. It is.” Domano picked up the empty plate and took a few steps toward the kitchen. He stopped and said, “I ask you this. Just what sort of people are we? What is our place among the peoples of the stars?”
I didn’t think, the answer stumbled out of my mouth automatically. “An embarrassment.”
“That’s closer than you know,” he said almost inaudibly as he turned and went into the kitchen. Silence followed his footsteps.”
- Kay Cordell Whitaker
The Reluctant Shaman
Song to Song,
Helmut
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