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Recieved: 2001/06/12 14:03
Subject: Re: [K-list] CANNIBALS
From: Nataraj
On 2001/06/12 14:03, Nataraj posted thus to the K-list:
Hello Denise,
thank you very much for your effort writing this little story about the cannibals. And also thanks for the words of your friend Evone, because my father also died on cancer five years ago. I think Evone was right. It is possible that all the anger he realized in his life has eaten him up mentally. For good reasons much of his anger must have been a reflection of my living these days. Many things have changed since then. Slowly I come to realize seeing all the cannibals around me attacking each other mentally and emotionally. I know quite good that I can often count myself to these cannibals as well. But i get touched emotionally by so much more things than before, like your story did. I wish that more people could learn to see that they hurt each other, stop listening to the words of their mind and following the small inner voice. But that the cannibalism-ego still has no word for love...
Nataraj
Denise Lyon Anding schrieb:
> CANNIBALS
>
> THERE WAS THIS MAN. He was a Westerner. He went into the heart of Africa. He traveled deep into the Amazon jungle.
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> Why?
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> He wanted to meet cannibals, people who practice the lifestyle of eating other people. The reasons may vary: custom, long tradition, religion, food source.
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> Custom: the mode of behaving fixed by constant repetition.
> Tradition: an inherited way of thinking, feeling or doing.
> Religion: an organized system of faith.
> Food: material eaten to sustain life.
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> Behaving. Inherited doing. Organized faith. Eating life.
>
> One day, in the Amazon, his guide took him near the village of the area's cannibals. His guide would travel no longer on the journey with him. He told the Westerner that he was crazy to travel further into cannibal territory. The guide's voice trailed off as he made his departure, "I will not be responsible for this fool."
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> The Westerner continued along the footpath, sensing he was close to the village. The cannibals met with him. He was not afraid. The cannibals were impressed with his calm. They too were curious as to other cultures. They wanted to know about him too. They decided to befriend him. He was no threat. He carried no weapons. And he was only one. Besides, they had just finished an eight day feast. They were full and content. The Westerner had timed his arrival to coincide directly after this feast.
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> The Westerner asked the cannibals as to their practice. They laughed at such a silly question. "Did he not do the same in his homeland?" He replied, "No. We stopped centuries ago."
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> "We do not wish to stop!" they cried out in amusement at this strange man, thinking he was truly a very stupid man indeed.
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> The man remained silent to listen for their reasons.
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> "We like killing. We find other people to be most tasty," they laughed. Another member in the back of the crowd piped up, "Yes! And especially our enemies! They taste the best!" They all laughed again. It was quite a joke.
>
> The Westerner shook his head. He looked at them gravely. "Do you not realize that you are eating too high up on the food chain? Do you not realize that this causes great sicknesses and death among you?"
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> They were quiet for a moment, then asked, "So this is the reason for all the strange sicknesses? Is this why so many among us die so young?"
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> "Yes," replied the man, "in our homeland we call it 'mad human disease.' We have learned that it is not wise to eat your fellow man."
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> "Well, you are a doctor, give us your medicine to make us well so that we can continue eating other people."
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> "No, I cannot. I am not that kind of doctor. No drug or potion would help you anyway. You must stop the practice of eating other people in order for the 'mad human disease' to stop forever."
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> "What kind of doctor are you?"
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> "A soul doctor."
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> TODAY. Ask ourselves, "How much have we grown? Are we better than these cannibals who eat human flesh? Are we any more advanced in our civilization? Are we more sophisticated? Now that we know better, do we make the choice to do better?"
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> Or have we only become more subtle in our eating of other people? We delude ourselves into believing we are past this "religion." This "religion of cannibalism" still continues today.
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> How do we practice modern day cannibalism? Well, we are more clever now. We eat other people on the mental, emotional and spiritual levels of our life. The violence remains the same, only the form has changed. We believe our own self-constructed illusions that we have evolved to a higher level of civilization.
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> We attack.
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> Now our spears, our weapons, have changed but the attack remains the same: destroy.
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> We attack mentally. We tell other people that they are too intellectually stupid and uneducated to understand a word as we choose to define it and understand it. Smugly, we know the real meaning and all others simply must agree or they will be lumped into the category of "stupid beyond help." Our reasoning is: I am right because I am superior in knowledge and intelligence. Pointing fingers away from ourselves we declare emphatically, "I am not stupid; you are the stupid one!" We are self-satisfied; our intellectual belly is full like the jungle cannibal.
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> We attack emotionally. We again tell others that they are stupid. We order them about, declaring that their feelings have no validity. We condescendingly say to them that it is not allowed for them to express their own worldview because it is simply just wrong because it does not match up with our own worldview.
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> Repeatedly, we demand that people swallow their anger. "You are not correct, so you do not have the right to speak your thoughts and feelings and beliefs," we foolishly demand of them. We have successfully dumped these people into the trash bin labeled "Garbage. Too stupid to touch. Advance at your own peril." Now we feel really good. Our emotional bellies are bloated with self-righteousness. We have power over other people just like the jungle cannibal terrorizes his victim before death, toying with his feelings like a sadistic cat with a helpless half-dead struggling mouse.
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> We must be thorough. Attack and "take no prisoners." Finish them off. Kill them completely. Destroy. The final insult.
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> We attack spiritually. The attacks pierce deeply, delivering unspeakable pain, beyond our threshold to withstand. Arrogance. Insensitivity. Cruelty. Manipulation. Hard-heartedness.
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> Now it is we who are the stupid ones. We tell people that their God concept is not good enough to suit us. It simply does not meet our standards of excellence. It does not match up with our own worldview. And we all know that our worldview is smarter, larger and completely accurate over everyone else's. Everyone knows that it is really "the other guy" who is the stupid one. Now our spiritual bellies are full and content. We have accomplished our mission of destruction. We have swallowed the last of our meal: our fellow human being whom we consider worthless. Like the cannibal, we reason that if we are "the last man standing," the person who defeats the opponent, the person who competitively wins over his adversary, then we are the superior person. We are superior because we found a way to be so manipulative that we succeeded in swallowing another human being whole.
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> What have we won? A free meal?
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> TODAY. I look about me. Cannibals abound. Every day a child or an adult is told that they are worthless. The children are beaten into submission until they finally believe it and find themselves passing it on to the next generation when they birth children.
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> The adult passes it on in their work environment as "the bully culture." They simply must win at all costs, even the greatest cost: losing themselves in the process.
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> Every day that spark of anger ignites because of such harshness and insensitivity. The anger develops into resentment. The bubbling irritable resentment is further fueled by more harshness of forcing people to "swallow their anger."
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> This resentment develops into rage. It becomes a terrible long-lasting bitterness and then descends into the cycle of violence. It is evident in Israel and Palestine. It is evident in Northern Ireland and among Islamic fundamentalists in their so-called "holy wars." It is evident in America in the "gun culture." Swiftly galloping out of the bloodied Christian past and descending with a terrible vengeance were the Crusades and the torturing Spanish Inquisition.
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> They all have one thing in common. Each "right" group treated another group as "wrong." What else did they have in common? That no matter how much they tried to force their beliefs upon others that it never successfully attached to the people. They failed. This is not the way. It will always fail, again and throughout history, again.
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> The question has been asked, "What if we 'threw' a war (like have a birthday party) and everyone decided not to come?" How glorious would that be? Sign me up on that guest list!
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> TODAY. Today is the birthday of a lovely person I once knew. Her name was Evone. We were dear friends. I remember her this special day. She was so loving and gentle and kind and considerate with all. Seven years ago she died. If here today, she would be 74.
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> She was much older than me and wanted to pass on the wisdom she had gained in the last year before her death.
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> Her own words echo back to me this special day.
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> She said, "I realize I have mistakenly killed myself. I am not just dying of a medical condition labeled 'cancer.' What I am really dying of is 'the cancer of anger.' I did not realize how much I set into motion with all my anger in life. I have destroyed myself. I am just now realizing how much I allowed other harsh people to upset me and cause me to hold decades of resentment. I lived so much anger and swallowed so much anger that it grew. It grew to such gigantic proportions. It now has overwhelmed and engulfed me. Now it is the anger that has swallowed me. It is so large I cannot stop it no matter how hard I try. Easily, it gathers momentum and becomes a force unto itself. Anger has destroyed me. When the time is right, Denny, you tell my story. Please, Denny, tell my story. You must tell it. Tell it so that others will not succumb and fall victim to this foolishness and end their lives prematurely. I should have lived longer and oh,' she sighed, 'so much better."
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> I have waited seven years to tell her story. The time is right.
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> TODAY. 11 JUNE 2001. Today in America we have put to death an American terrorist. He died early in the morning. The mood here is somber. People here do not celebrate this sad moment.
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> When I went to the mailbox early this morning, there were two painters waiting nearby to begin their day. They were somber, already in mourning. One was white. One was black. As I passed by them, we tried to greet each other but could not. We all knew what was in each others' hearts. The white man barely lifted his eyes to me. They had the look of someone in shock and ensuing sadness. The black man would not lift his eyes to meet mine. He was troubled and very angry. He was remembering all the black men put to death unjustly over the centuries even when their innocence was plainly proved. There was no way to say "Good Morning." This was not that kind of day. Not today.
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> Even those who fight the use of the death penalty in America are quiet, speaking in low tones. Even a French terrorist who served his time in prison for his crimes and lobbies against the death penalty for other terrorists said that even he is speechless. He is at a loss for words about the horror of killing 168 adults and three unborn children with such fierce hard-heartedness and killing precision. Even he feels a need for holding this man accountable for his actions. Even he cannot defend this man who died today.
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> One man's anger.
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> One man's anger ignited a firestorm of destruction.
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> No one can fathom his level of separation from others. He did not believe in any God concept. He believed that death was final. What will he do should he discover differently? Will he then gain awareness of the vicious enormity of his separation? Who will he choose to be?
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> THERE WAS ANOTHER MAN. He was a linguist and also a missionary Catholic priest. The Vatican sent him into Africa during the last decades of our century to Christianize a group of isolated cannibals. He went. Miraculously, he lived among them, accepted for his strange ways, his gentle convictions.
>
> This man told the cannibals he wanted to develop a way to write down their language as it was dying out (and so was their group and way of life). This priest thought their language should be preserved. He also reasoned with the Vatican that it would help them all to understand this people called cannibals who were so perplexing to all the rest of us.
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> When reporters came to interview this priest, deep in the jungle, he was surrounded by his new friends. The press was understandably apprehensive, after all, the reputation of these cannibals had preceded them.
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> Only one question came. "After they taught you their language, what did you discover?"
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> The priest pursed his lips, and, in thoughtful reply he stated, "I discovered many things. Words tell us about a people's worldview. They have a very strange language. They have many shades of meaning to describe other people. They have many shades of meaning to describe and come to understand a large variety of concepts that they share with all other humans. But they are missing one concept. This is the only group I have ever studied that was missing this as part of their worldview. Love.
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> "Can you believe it? They have no word for Love! It simply does not exist in any of their thinking, not their customs, traditions, religion or food. Once I realized this I knew how to teach them about God. I introduced the concept of Love! They are enchanted, fascinated, by such a concept and have adapted quickly to it. They no longer hunt their neighbors, not because I told them what to do, but because they chose to stop. They made the decision among themselves. They chose to Love."
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> Love. It is Real. It is time we quit behaving as cannibals among ourselves. We are nothing but "adults behaving badly."
> IF...... we all chose to throw a party to celebrate, we would not go to war.
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> IF...... we teach those who come after us to truly Love, then there would be no need to attack, no stupidity, no emotional damage, no broken spirits.
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> IF...... one young man had made the choice to deliver himself from his anger and separation, there would be no firestorm of destruction. He would not have suffered from "mad human disease," dumping his pain onto all others worldwide.
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> Choose anger, you bring death.
>
> Choose Love, you give life.
> TODAY. It is a somber day. "It is a Day That Will Live In Infamy." (American President Franklin Roosevelt upon the bombing of Pearl Harbor, the act that brought America to enter World War II. The Japanese said, "The Paper Tiger sleeps no more. We have awakened him.")
> TODAY. It is a day for reflection upon the greater Truth.
> Love to All,
>
> Denise Lyon
> lyonesseATnospambellsouth.net
> (Copyright 11 JUNE 2001. Written by Denny Lyon. Personal journal.)
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