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...Once at the dawn the greatest and most respected mountain billy-goat, the timorous mountain hare, the brown Grizzly bear and the youngest mountain doe kept their long-long way. As a rule the greatest mountain billy-goats and timorous hares and brown Grizzly bear, and especially youngest mountain does do not go together and hardly ever you would meet them around mountains at all, but please remember it is ever not a common tale and these are not common mountains we are speaking about...
The 21st of February 2007
The first parable concerned the early stage of fear, which bears despair, feeling like doomed and the spiritual blindness of a man. Such sort of fear that had been grown and cultivated by the spiritual sickness, through the energy flows gives roots to blood cancer, cancroid and bones cancer. All foresaid to be understood correctly you need to see the life of the hero and be able to look at his circumstances from the outside and realize then what exactly he was doing wrong. In short, having read the first story you ought to ponder over it and try it on your own circumstances, but now we shall proceed with the second saga. So...
Once at the dawn the greatest and most respected mountain billy-goat, the timorous mountain hare, the brown Grizzly bear and the youngest mountain doe kept their long-long way. As a rule the greatest mountain billy-goats and timorous hares and brown Grizzly bear, and especially youngest mountain does do not go together and hardly ever you would meet them around mountains at all, but please remember it is ever not a common tale and these are not common mountains we are speaking about. What on Earth then could make these creatures keep their long-long way huddling closer to each other? The only reason they had for a closer move was the greatest misfortune they suffered all together. The misfortune was first the chilling blizzard and secondly the dreadful horde of dreadful mountain wolves which were not feared of chilling blizzard because they were not feared of anything at all and the only thing they sought for was food. The dreadful horde of dreadful wolves had rapidly outstripped the chilling blizzard and finally closely approached our courageous creatures!
The matter is that our poor creatures were posted by the leaders of the families to patrol the dangerous lands, the leaders and family meantime both happily left for safe and quiet submontane valleys, left far from cold and fears. And now our poor patrol creatures realized that no one was to come for change cause there no more fools in the world. Thus they decided to keep together and hold a small troop to leave once for the valley rich with lots of delicious healthy food, where you would not meet angry hungry wolves. That is why our courageous creatures held their precipitous mountainous way so tightly to each other. Oh the way was not easy at all. So many times they looked death in the face when the snowstorm would spring up or the wind would bring the drawling howl of the dreadful wolves' hordes. Our courageous creatures kept their hard long way towards fabulous valleys inspite of all. Once, when they were already so near to their aim - the fabulous valley - the wonderful courageous troop faced the last most dangerous mountain pass. Not so far on that side they could see the tops of fabulous trees, but to touch them they had to take a leap through terribly narrow, terribly threatening pass, which looked like a string lying over dreadful chasm. So many passes the troop had gone through, but most of them they knew by their grandads and granmas stories. The pass they faced now was totally unexplored, looked like a strange big pile, and that is why our creatures stood near daring not to walk. It is no wonder about that - who would love to fall down from such heights to sharp and icy mountain rocks, and be smashed down there to smithereens.
The mountain billy-goat, one most respected among many others, offered to keep to the well-known roundabout way that stretched above the dreadful pass. Certainly, he said, it would take more time, but mountain billy-goats of all Earth would always use well-known roundabout ways, therefore he would not break a rule and traditions of mountain billy-goats. His such flaming speech encouraged our creatures. Indeed, they thought, what for shall we take the risk to go through unexplored path knowing meanwhile there are others long ago discovered and so well-known by mountain billy-goats. For their misfortune, our poor animals had no idea it was the greatest fear of the most respected mountain billy-goat talk to them through his flaming speech. Being aware that the most explored ways were full of dreadful hordes of dreadful wolves, that they were overwhelmed with raging blizzards, our billy-goat certainly held the ground of billy-goats' traditions. Oh please help without judging him since he was so scared, so scared was our most respected billy-goat, that any threat would dissapear compared to its innerfears and panic. Oh you shall believe when you are scared, the most well-known paths appear to be the only way to save your life, and any other would seem high-risk in any view.
It is all natural and nothing we could do with. But at the very moment the mountain billy-goat was uttering its flaming speech in defence of all roundabout ways, our creatures heard the drawling howl come from afar, the howl belonging to the dreadful horde of dreadful wolves. The creatures fell silent instantly. The same did our most respected mountain goat, but the sacred moment did not take much time as in a minute the goat tossed its most respected head and said: "It is up to you to choose your way, but I am not to hesitate any longer and die here! Most respected mountain billy-goats bear no fear in their hearts!". So it skipped away rapidly, encouraged with its centuries-old traditions and trembling with fear. It skipped for the most respected among mountain billy-goats roundabout path to the valley, and its spiral horns was all you could see through the snow silence. Our creatures: the brown Grizzly bear, the timorous hare and the young mountain doe meanwhile stood alone.
Seized with fear they stiffened. The first reason was that their leader, one that made most flaming and respected speeches, had rapidly skipped away, secondly since the dreadful howl of dreadful wolves' horde seemed so quickly approaching. Thus the creatures realized they had been trapped: on the one hand, there were hungry wolves and the same hungry snowstorms, on the other hand - terribly narrow bridge over the yawning abyss, with no hand-rails and no shoring. Oh, why on Earth did they not follow the most respected mountain billy-goat?! Well they had nothing else now but a number of threats ahead and the same - behind. Forced by these, the timorous hare made its first step on the narrow bridge. Then the second. One more, and then with three jumps it got through and found itself safe and sound on the other side. Hey guys, it cried, come on here! It is not that scary as it seems, step by step you will certainly do it! The second to go through was the youngest mountain doe, and such wonder, the bridge as if broadened to help the doe pass it with the same three jumps, which it certainly did however keeping in jitters. Now the doe was on the safe side too and calling the brown Grizzly bear to follow them both. Oh Lord, our dearest bear was so scared! Of course it realized it was more than twice bigger and heavier then others creatures, and also it was terribly scared with heights, just the same as most respected mountain billy-goat. But our dearest bear was so much in love with the youngest doe, that it could not even show its fears and that is why it made its first careful step on. That's it, the bear though, I am lost, lost forever...oh-h, good-bye, my lovely doe, shall I not admire your nicest shapes your fluffy tail and beautiful hornes anymore! Murmuring so, it went on with its eyes closed, so it could not see the bridge was broadening more and more to make it easy for our most heavy and big bear to go through. It finally recovered on the other side, when the youngest mountain doe gently kissed its wool...
Shall I say, the doe itself felt being a bit in love with the Grizzly bear, and by the way it was not at all embarassing they differed ...in age so much. The creatures now all stood on the safe side and could see the dreadful horde of dreadful wolves came to the abyss, and they also could see a little far from there the mountain billy-goat that had also seen they move over the abyss. At heart it really tormented itself over its sudden panic and running away so hastily. Will you not agree it is nothing pleasant to go a long roundabout way to the wonderful walley alone. Oh but how could it have known the bridge was magic and would turn out so safe to go through! Just imagine you are there and keep to the logic: the most narrow bridge over the edge looks far less safe than the paths that were tried and gone through by its most respected mountain ancestors...Well we must recognize the traditions are very strong among mountain billy-goats. And now the goat looked at its lucky friends and realized they were much safer than itself at the moment! Right there one of the most dreadful wolves stepped on the bridge. Hey, the most respected goat thought, for all that finally I turn out to be absolutely right! Now the whole horde of most dreadful wolves would go through the bridge and then my friends would not feel that comfortable anymore!
However when the first dreadful wolf made its first step on the ice-coated and most narrow bridge, it would suddenly not stand it and crash! Ah-h! Here the other most dreadful wolves would start back then and never have a look at their most dreadful wolf-friend! Now the wolves and three courageous creatures were separated with the edge which could not anymore be overpassed! What wonderful magic bridge! What greatest luck for them! Ah-h! Meanwhile the most respected mountain billy-goat was much easier to get to, here it was, alone and right on the way! The most dreadful wolves ran towards it and even though the poorest but most respected billy-goat tried to escape, the wolves came nearer and by the way they knew the same well as the goat all roundabout ways that the most respected billy-goat ancestors had used and where they had been eaten up in their greatest numbers! That is all about most respected traditional roundabout ways! The dreadful wolves finally surrounded our poorest billy-goat and were already prowling in a foretaste...but when the goat saw it was time to die he decided to die heroically, so it jumped onto the edge and broke to pieces, but never became a food for the wolves! It died with fortitude as a true hero, as well as all his most respected mountain billy-goat ancestors..
Well, coming back to our most dreadful wolves, it was a great misfortune for them this day - nothing for food at all! The safe creatures saw their friend's death and suffered frankly. They brought the sad news to the wonderful valley where the whole flock of the most respected mountain billy-goats cried bitterly over their friend's heroic death, and then made a beatiful and most respected myth of the courage and firmness of its spirit, since it was not at all feared with dreadful hordes of dreadful wolves and died as the true mountain billy-goat hero, having kept the right to be one! They put a monument and laid many wreaths on its most respected grave, to eat them all solemnly a bit later. Many long years they kept telling the myth to their grandbilly-goats them to know who to follow! And only the timorous hare could not get why on Earth the most respected heroic billy-goat would not have tried to step on the narrow bridge and have saved its life?! Well, we must rememeber still the hare was very timorous so it would never speak its question up! That's it, my dearest child. Think and ponder, and tomorrow we will go on.