Blessings friends. Being several years since This Little Piggy (a short story on this site) was written, I thought perhaps for the first time, I would comment on the purpose of writing it.

When this as the few other short stories were written from meditation, no plan or purpose was set in mind. Rather, the story simply flowed to me and I worded the concepts as they arrived in mind. It was after the fact of writing them that the meaning and deep purpose they alluded to came to light. The allusion to the Christ in the second main pig-character is unmistakeable. However, unlike the more common idea of a single Christ figure that is higher and somehow filled with more noble purpose and aspiration, this character shares with the nameless first pig-character that he viewed the first as a Christ-like figure as well, illustrating that we each play our part in loving one another. Secondly, it was shown that how each viewed the other had no particular bearing on the truth of their inherent Christ nature; which, when released to each other and those around them, began a fire that affected an entire region of pig-characters.

Another area that this story brings to light is the understanding that it is not by our own power to gain and survive that one does indeed gain and survive. For it was not by the accumulation of corn nor the eating of it that they found survival; but rather, in loving each other and caring deeply enough to find peace and share it...they discovered a way to step beyond the "consumption cycle" into a co-existing world that did not need to eat in order to live...and therefore, also did not need to go through the piggish antics to accumulate enough corn for survival.

Deep in the core of our being, the altar of our love is aflame with all we need to BE what we are and to find the awareness that shows us we are wholly loving and that this lovingness IS life...far more than food and drink could ever bring.

It became pointedly clear that sharing something as foreign as this with most people was about impossible. And yet, here and there one was found that was both willing and ready to hear it...and those came and joined in the songs of the heart that made them to dance on two feet and find reverence for the joy of life.

There, in the midst of a mixed crowd of loving participants and mildly interested onlookers, the fountain of life and love arose to flow across the hills and valleys, blessing all who would look beyond the lust that had held them captive. Something more giving and needed than the waters of the many rivers that supplied the corn, was the river of life that flowed through these two to their fellows.

Ponder in your quietest heart corner that life is beyond that which we have formerly called living and that love is an inner source that far surpasses any caring relationship that inevitably drifts into nothingness at death if not before. In the peaceful setting on a hillside overlooking the world's woes, in the peaceful observation of something more than what most people have thought important, a glory that defied the world about them, overcame them to tears of joy and simply made the world and its woes seem dim and unimportant. And so it is for each of us on this list if we will relax and understand the import of the messages which simplistic meditation brings to light within our breasts that permeates and envigorates our bodies, our lives in the world, and the very fabric of our existence in all realms.

That each of you may relax into pure awareness and know beyond all doubt that this story is not merely a fiction and fantasy...but is a metaphor that transcends its seemingly fictional aspects and illuminates the reality that you are within your own self...this is my hope, my prayer and the purpose of this list (discussion list available through link on menu).

===Light Dancer===

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