They've Called Us Skinwalkers

"This is an account of an omni-sentient state of being's tribe member's relationships with a particular Owl, and a particular Buffalo; translated from unspoken language to English by me with a critical reason to share with you, Ghost A."

"What? Ok, I'm Ghost A." said, Ghost A.

"There is an original people sharing land with all, no fences, ownership, or sloth, simply beautiful food, everywhere. Some time ago, on a particular night, during a cold season, the tribe was spending time among a herd of buffalo. During a nearly full moon, it was unusually bright as the light dispersed throughout the winter clouds. The air seemed still, sharing thoughts was extra clear. The ambiance of the active snow-filled any empty mind. Maybe some of you was there; bet you'd have heard every breath within reach. They were circling in a massive garden; there was a hue of mourning among them."

"'Some of me', like an ancestor, or a previous existence and I'm the ghost of that? Who was circling the island?" asked, Ghost A.

Smiling, "something of some of you, maybe... The buffalo were circling in a garden. The tribe had been tending to a buffalo who was no longer going to be with us. The buffalo was approached, blessed, and eventually harvested by the tribe; creating food and blankets."

"A buffalo died?", "Yes, Ghost A, this buffalo was special; you see, a certain tribe member developed an ability to briefly exchange consciousness with willing animals. This particular buffalo once greeted the tribe, in human form. When consciousness systems were exchanged, the tribe would 'care' for the human form of the 'Buffalo', if it were. It must be said that when this buffalo was in human form, it was a delightful 'soccer' player... It's was a gracious satire for the tribe, that one day, the skin of the old buffalo would end up being used to fabricate a soccer ball, and it was."

"Something about soccer." Ghost A, really likes soccer.

"One summer day; the tribesman traded consciousness with a Great Horned Owl. This owl was stubborn, loved using its hands, and only wanted to play baseball-like games, it excelled at-bat and in the outfield... It may be accurate to say, during its time as a human, was created the idea for the piñata."

"Hola dulces, encanta azucar y la piñaaa" sang Ghost A.

"Thank you, when it was dark out, the owl still wanted to play and would keep busy by throwing nuts and fruit into a clay bowl, then when they were filled, would hit the bowls with bats into the garden. It was delightful. However, for the tribesman, while in owl form, the experience was different. The human 'conscioused' owl flew East hoping to find delicious things and beautiful views; it flew until it witnessed a very dark and smoky fire, fences with trapped animals inside, a mess of buffalo skulls and other carnage, accompanied by humans being off-tune and loud!"

... Terrified, the owl-shaped tribesman returned and reunited with human form and the tribe... Noticing severe anguish, "Tell us of your journey." the tribe pleaded.... shuttering, the returned tribesman explained: "They're sacrificing the living. She doesn't know she's in pain and he doesn't feel the same; they create life to end all life".

... In this tribe's eyes, 'life' is a shared state of being and practice of what leads to more life and living well. Each animal serves a purpose, for instance, humans are good at channeling water, growing food, and cleaning. Gardens and harvests need no sacrifice, only care.

"I hear you but you've stopped using words." conveys a sleepy Ghost A.

"It's ok to rest, what the tribesman witnessed while within the form of the owl has spread and sent the tribe into what eventually became an etherical mass hibernation. The hibernation must be broken for core revegetation of Earth, all sutainable life is only found via the joy of 'her', while the loudness of the possession of 'her' makes it nearly impossible to break. Some are starting to break it, it is even possible some living now may see the trees pulling water back into the deserts."

... Hey Ghost A, this tribe has the ability to revive all beings to be as supreme as now possible and grow and grow.

Are you of this tribe?

Hey there beautiful fly bird that I love, are you ready again for home?