CHAPTER 73 – FLYFLY, SNAKE, FROG, SCORPION… and “I WANT IT”!
The firefly, according to the fable, before being devoured by the snake, heard from her that what bothered her most about him, a harmless little insect, was its light, which she, big, fierce and dangerous, didn't have! Poor thing… died just from blinking here and there in its erratic flight!
The frog, still according to a fable, just before he died stung by the scorpion, whom he had carried on his back while crossing the river, heard, astonished: "Excuse me, Mr. frog, but that's my nature!"
Leave other people's light alone and tame your occasionally bellicose nature. This way you will make an extraordinary difference in people's lives! Reflect on how you can better take care of YOUR light, instead of wanting to turn off other people's light, bothering less if the third lights are more intense than yours! Do this and you will assume the aura of difference in people's lives, many of whom pay a high price for their own brilliance: envy, envy and envy!
Never bite someone who has helped you, as the scorpion did after the ride offered by the frog in the river! If you can't be grateful, don't let that vacuum of feeling be filled by derivations from such a "nature" for which no one is the least to blame.
Respect for the brilliance of others is an attribute of enlightened people, really high on the scale of spiritual evolution, like you, dear reader, and gratitude is a fantastic feeling in terms of building superior human relationships (see in this book the page THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!)
On my morning or afternoon walks through the woods around my house there is always something to see and learn. I was always intrigued by the behavior of the scandalous “wannabe” birds until I learned that their uproar was due to the protection of the nest of the chicks, dug into the ground, in the middle of the undergrowth. One day I decided to face the “quero-quero” and went in the direction of what I had already seen: the nest. The closer I got to the chicks, the louder the shrill cry of the birds and the lower the flights that one of them made over my head. At a given moment, about two meters away from the nest, one of the birds quickly passed by inches from my face, which I understood to be the final warning: if I got in the way and threatened the safety of the chicks, the “jiripoca would chirp.” ”. I cautiously walked away from the nest and continued on my way, reflecting on Mother Nature's wisdom. On the way back, there was the bird watching me intently, standing on the fence post and calling in a different way, less shrill and more incisive, which I decoded as a warning. I bring from this solitary experience a very rich learning: the nature that each one can have is the nature that does him good, whatever that good may be…
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