So in the beginning before all of our roles were set in stone, there was a great deal of arguing about the shape each creature should take. Mother Nature was much more tolerant back then, being younger and more idealistic. She allowed us all to trade back and forth in those days to see how we liked our shape. This was before the Master of Final Form had appeared, so it was easier to allow for shifting.
Well, everyone was up in arms about the newcomers, the monkeys
who could talk. They were different from
the other monkeys, who could not.
Because they could talk, these talking monkeys soon formed close-knit
groups, and if you couldn’t talk, you weren’t allowed in the group. At first everyone just laughed. Who would want to be a talking monkey? They were rather ugly versions of the Angelic
beings. (No one dared, though, to say a
word about their homeliness to Mother Nature because she never makes
mistakes. Or at least she never admits
to them.)
Anyhow, the talking monkeys didn’t have many positive attributes. As I said, they were rather ugly. They did not have beautiful fur. They did not have razor-sharp claws. They only had two eyes, and often those eyes
were not very sharp in vision. Their
ears were rather small and pathetic, so sounds were not as brilliant to
them. Their sense of smell was abysmal,
and frankly it was embarrassing to see such paltry noses. They were not particularly strong, not in
comparison to other creatures. They
couldn’t fly. Their skin didn’t
gleam. They were also slow and lumbering
as they moved through the forest.
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For the most part, they had no redeeming qualities. There was one thing they could do fairly
well, which was climb trees, but they abandoned the practice because they did
not want to be lumped in with the other monkeys who could not talk. Instead, they began walking upright on just
their hind legs. So the only thing they
really could do was talk and walk. I
probably don’t have to tell you just how stupid they looked.
Now, you’d think they’d be rather humble, coming from such
modest and barren lineage, unable to climb or jump or fly, being ugly, slow,
and stupid. But would you believe that
they were the most conceited creatures in the forest? It’s true.
They were ridiculous, self-satisfied, rather fat and ugly
creatures. Yet here they were walking
about as if they were a gift to the Earth.
And why, you might ask? Because
they could talk.
As I said, everyone just laughed in the beginning. Who would want to make a bunch of
non-melodic, screeching, guttural sounds in the first place? Now, the songbirds, they made beautiful sounds.
But the talking monkeys? Hideous
discord. And yet their talking did
something for them that gave them an edge over every other creature of the
forest. It allowed each one to describe
what was happening in his own mind. In
this way, they could transfer thoughts and trade them back and forth. In this way, they became deadly and fierce
hunters and prowlers.
At this point, they had everyone’s attention. No one dared to laugh anymore. A talking monkey can give a thought to
another talking monkey a mile away as quickly as one could swing from one vine
to another, and that was pretty quick.
This allowed them to ban together, formulate plans, conquer territories,
and put fear in the heart of every other creature. Their goal was to become like the Angelic
beings, who could also talk, and as time went on, they convinced first
themselves and then others that they truly were Angelic beings. But it was a lie. They were just talking monkeys.
Soon, every creature avoided them, including the monkeys who
could not talk. In fact, the regular
monkeys avoided them the most since the talking monkeys seemed to hate them so
much. Deep inside the talking monkeys
knew they were not Angelic beings. They
knew they were just monkeys who could talk, and every time they saw a
non-talking monkey, it reminded them of that fact. Oh, how they hated the regular monkeys! They reminded them of their lowly birth.
But as I said, this was the beginning, and shape-shifting
still took place. Some creatures shifted
and took on the talking monkey form.
Some of them would stay that way and others would shift back. Occasionally a talking monkey who was born
that way would shift to become another creature because he knew of the
destruction in the minds of the talking monkeys. Alas, once he shifted over, he could tell no
other creature of this destruction because he had lost the ability to talk.
Talking developed into rudimentary songs. This developed into signs and symbols that
represented the talking, which eventually developed into writing. Now “talking” could be spread all over the
world. The talking monkeys grew
exponentially and took over the Earth.
Soon, “talking” was everywhere.
Well, sometimes good things lead to bad, and sometimes bad
things lead to good. Mother Nature still
loves polarity, after all. Eventually,
some of the talking became good talking and kind talking. Some of the talking became brave talking and
helpful talking. And the more the
talking developed into something good, the closer the talking monkeys came to
being Angelic beings, but they didn’t know that because by that time they had
forgotten all about the Angelic beings.
(As to the origin of the Angelic beings themselves, he with ears, let him
hear.)
Of course, there was still more “bad talking” than there was
“good talking” because, after all, these were only talking monkeys. They still didn’t have beautiful fur or shiny
skin. They still couldn’t fly or run
quickly. They still had pathetic ears,
paltry noses, and rather dim eyes. They
were also still very ugly and fat.
That’s a talking monkey for you.
And so to this day, you can still find talking monkeys if
you look for them. Some say they are
everywhere. If you find one with good
talk, kind talk, brave talk, and helpful talk, then you may have found a
keeper. If you find one with bad talk,
mean talk, cruel talk, and frightening talk, then you have just found yet
another stupid talking monkey. You also
might find a creature who has shifted back to another form. You will know them by their little hands and
feet, which look a bit like the hands and feet of the talking monkeys. The creature in the above photo is just such
an old shifter. Remember that the old shifters
are good because they saw the Light. Do
not blame them for trying on the skin of the wily talking monkeys.
Talking, singing, writing, sending signs and symbols,
communicating . . . One would think that such ability to use the Word would
confer Angelic status immediately, but it is not so. (That cannot be earned or taken.) It is amazing, though, what has come from the
talking monkeys. Some of them show real
promise, or so I’m told. I have never
met one myself as I prefer the old shifters who went back to their original
form and wholeness. When I am out in the
forest, I ask out loud all the time, “Who would want to be a talking monkey?” You know, to this day I have never gotten a
response. That speaks volumes.
