Finally on the third morning I opened my window and hollered out to the brother. I said hey, chipmunk, as a monk, shouldn't you be in silence somewhere meditating on world prayer or something?
The critter looked up at me as if, to have known exactly what I said, and began to speak... "And what, pray-tell, do you think I am out here doing this morning? Do you think we animal brothers and sisters don't know what's going down? Why shoot man, we gather in council each night and pray for the hypocrisy of our human brothers and sisters to stop. We think it's funny in a way...this great paradox... it is very serious".
What great paradox? I asked.
"Our human relations"... the Chipmunk replied. "You all...thinking, as you do, at the top of the animal chain. When with certainty, and do not see the broken links. That the chain has disintegrated so amongst yourselves, you cannot see the forest through the trees".
You mean the trees through the forest, I said.
"NO, no, no"! The Chipmunk replied. "Human brothers have cut the trees. If you have no more trees, you have no more forests. What then would you see? If you have no Peace, we are not content. Now our prayers are not silent, as yours ought not to be. Go; go tell it on the mountain. Sing for the glory of Peace, and the saving of our Mother Earth! Save yourselves to the Spirit of your relations – black, red, yellow and white. Pray for humans-being, rather than arguing between humans-doing.
Of course I was totally blown away at hearing all this. Let alone listening to a Chipmunk speak. I asked the Chipmunk to hang out and have coffee with me. Obviously by now I was no longer annoyed at being awaken. The Chipmunk obliged and requested instead that I bring out the other half of the apple I had recently left out as a treat.
I made myself coffee and brought out the half apple for the “monk”. I made myself comfortable in my lounge chair next the fountain on my patio. The Chipmunk was perched on the top stone chirping. Apparently there were two of them speaking to each other from a distance. The Chipmunk conveyed to me that it is getting onto harvest season and they were preparing a ceremony for their beginning preparations. They were discussing details. Evidently they were conferring on a Black Walnut stew, one of the dishes for the celebration.
While visiting, the Chipmunk asked if, by the way, I could add a few more stones to the foundation of the water fountain. The Chipmunk clan lived there and needed more area. I agreed as long as the chipmunk would answer my question. The chipmunk agreed and asked me what was on my mind. Tell me, “monk,” I said; what is the key to life?
Chuckling, the Chipmunk replied; “Key, Key-there is no lock! How can there be a key? I have an idea, how about you tell your human brother's and sister's to look away from the TV and get up off their couches. We animal brother's and sister's don't believe there is any key in that box.
If you live in the city, you go to the country. If you live in the country…go out in it. Go somewhere where there are woods, is water or a field of tall grass. Find a rolling hill and sit there-maybe you will find a key or… perhaps you will find a flower. Try going out at night and looking into the starlit sky. Count the stars, or wait till you see one fall. Make a wish…maybe you could wish for a key!
Once you encourage your brother's and sister's to get off their couches, inspire them to go sit in some unfamiliar location. Have them let a Daddy Long Legged Spider brother crawl on them. Chances are, if they don't let their unfounded fear cause them to jerk or a jump, they may find a key. Chances are, at the very least, they will find this spider brother isn't there to eat them, bite them, or otherwise even know they are there outside of a terrain to be crossed.
Go find a stone or stick. Pick something up off our Mother Earth. Make some good medicine out of it-fashion yourself a key. You could put it in a pouch and tie the pouch to your body somewhere. This way, where ever you go, you would have the key.
I have another idea… how about you roll up your pants and your sleeves and stand in the water. Scoop it up in your hands and splash it on your face. Let the water touch your lips. And for goodness sakes, don't worry. (There is certainly no key in worrying!) Unless you swallow, it won't find its way into your stomach. And if perhaps… water, having a life of its own, does make it past your lips… well, perhaps you will get a taste of a key.
Have I suggested the woods yet? Now there's a place where Crow brother's and sister's hang out. Go there, sit and listen. Let the Crow's tell you what they are talking about. Maybe you could ask them, if you can get a word in edgewise. If you are patient the whole Murder will fly over you. And while their wings displace the air… well now, there's a key… you will never forget the feeling of the displaced air pressure against your body. Heck, there is no other experience like that”.
It was then I noticed the Chipmunk staring at me. I recalled an old conversation from memory with the Dream Council I once had on grabbing the attention of someone by use of the eye as a muscle of conveying intent. That by the use of the left eye, looking into the right of another, and one could “capture” another's consideration to what was being transmitted. I knew then that if life truly needed a key that it was because we, as humans, have placed the lock on it. And the key… simply remove the lock!
Peace on your journey, Kris