Conversations with a Duck

The Dream of who you are and the support you have is true. Another really blistering day in this strange dirty village and yet one I am sure will be filled with many spiritual evocations. Since being in Puthaparthi and Sri Sathya Sai Baba’s Ashram I suppose I have reaffirmed my relationship to the God/Good in me, rather than laying my power at anyone else’s feet. All manner of emotional turmoil’s seem to be inherent in this “transmutational period” that they, “the illusive They”, have told me that we have to go through at this time of mans’ evolutionary process of changing his cellular intelligence from animal to spiritual. As for me, I would rather be totally unaware of this, so that I could merely exist day to day, do my work and not have the entire universal Akashic records playing their top forty in my head. That is why I am now, after having washed in a bowl of water and dressed myself in my Kurda, about to venture out onto the streets of this strange Indian village at this time of my spiritual journey. The throng and smells associated with this village smashed into my senses as I venture deep into the street and laneways towards a meeting with a group of western friends who have travelled from all over the planet, likely for similar answers to their confusions in life, as where my own. As I arrived at the café I said Tom sitting at a table outside sipping Chi tea, tall, about 45 years old and wore the strains of his journey to this point in it, etched across his face, as I was sure could be exactly how I would see myself, a little older and many more strains I thought as I slumped down into a chair next to him. “Morning Tom” The morning continued with many cups of tea and much discussion of the spiritual indiscretions of the world around us, by the five people who had joined this session with me. Even though we where all between the ages of 35-50 and of both genders, the conversations was pleasant, intelligent and lacking of obvious ego, in was difficult to embrace too much ego, India could humble one very quickly. The conversation venture onto a newly released book about some guy who had conversations with God, it was a good book and all agreed that the author had a great message in the pages of his book, though we all agreed that it became personal and lost a lot of the its general applications towards the end, we challenged that had he written that he had, had conversations with anyone else at all except God, he would have possibly been accepted more widely. I piped up and said, if I were to try something like that I would have said that I had conversations with a dog or a duck, so no one would have to think me luckier or better than themselves and unable to reach the same conclusions or enjoy the outcome of a connection all have. Good on you they said why don’t you do it. . I am 50+ years old now, and live by myself in a little farm outside Somerton, NSW. Australia. I read a little tarot, do a bit of Feng Shui , ride my cruiser motorbike, write and work hard, on being the fullest and most honest expression of myself that I possibly can be, believing more these days, that if a flower is beautiful and a bird can be wise, then how amazing am I, as I have been journeying along life’s road for a little while now and having searched the halls and corridors of Spirituality for answers to all the normal and not so normal questions in life, The conversation in the little café and my egotistic pontificating, and not so, of my abilities to write answers to all the trails and tribulations in an average or not so journey through this world, has never left my thoughts for very long. Reaching a time in my life now when I really do trust that all is used and that my higher aspect really does have my best interests at hand. I have concluded that if I choose integrity within all my dealings and I trust that truth is the only religion, then whether or not I understand what is happening in my life or the world around me, it matters not. I affect the world I live in with relative peace and as I sow I reap. So, having as much good in my heart and faith, in my efforts to speak the truth, who knows? I could say that when I arrived at my computer to write to you this day, I felt a little exhausted with my search for spiritual peace and conceptual sanity. I have never written anything much in my life and a book like this should definitely sort out the, could I or couldn’t I thing. I live alone now and have very little need for the normal sparkle and glitter, which still seems to, much to my amazement, excite most peoples in the world. Okay lets go. I talk to animals! Nothing nutty just one of those people who says, “Good morning Birdies, Hello Mr Crow, G’ Morning Sun, or Good Evening to the Moon” and the ever present and unfailing, “Greetings to Mother Earth!” So, the kind of stuff we all do, normal stuff, hey? I also have some pretty handy spiritual friends in high places, which will show up later. This part of that story is about a pretty long sharing with a large Duck and my guides; it is one of those so-called normal “Hello’s! To an animal mentioned above that turned out to be really different” So as this story unfolds, you folk will listen in to a conversation I had with a Duck and on several occasions, I asked about everything that I ever felt unsure or confused about, which the Duck answered with amazing results and some highly spiritual ramifications, for me. I write this story for you or anyone who needs to hear from, The Duck! Because a travelling aspect of the divine, in a tourist’s outfit and an American accent, suggested I could and because the guys and gals in India implied that I should have a go. So without further ado, meet my friend the Duck. *************