#250 Spirit of the Clan of the Emperor Penguin

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The Great Spirit of the Clan of the Emperor Penguin steps forward with a prescient warning and anguished lament in today's podcast.

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INTRODUCTION

Welcome this is  host tracy shoolman with today’s Gaia Translate. In this episode    The Great Spirit of the Emperor Penguin steps forward with a heartbreaking lament. I knew it was imperative I channel the Great Spirit of the Emperor Penguin as soon as I read a devastating BBC news report by  Science correspondent , Jonathan Amos, who reported : ”A catastrophic die-off of emperor penguin chicks has been observed in the Antarctic, with up to 10,000 young birds estimated to have been killed.” He goes on to explain  “ Apparently the sea-ice underneath the chicks melted and broke apart before they could develop the waterproof feathers needed to swim in the ocean. The birds most likely drowned or froze to death. The event, in late 2022, occurred in the west of the continent in an area fronting on to the Bellingshausen Sea.”

https://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-66492767

TRANSCRIPT

Great Spirit of the Emperor Penguin: We perceive the grief that has and weighs your heart, and yet it is but a faint whispering in comparison to the mighty roar of our own. You, Channel, have experienced the loss of a child and therefore, we honor you with the flow. We are that which holds the vibration, The Great Spirit of Emperor Penguin and Penguin in our higher expression.

You have been made aware through that which is one of your own issue, yes, of the circumstance that has befallen many of our clan. We do not wish this upon any member of the human family. For we are aware that there are many of your own clan that cry in the distress of those who are helpless to protect or to save the children of their heart.

We are that which as resident of extreme environmental conditions have worked tirelessly over eons to adapt ourselves in a manner that would allow those of our issue to be born and tended, protected, and guided, such that they too may experience the joy of life in flow. For those who are yet unaware for many of our tribes and clans, every single one of our newly hatched offspring have known themselves to be destroyed, murdered, if you will, by the inaction of members of your clan. Perhaps it is an offensive descriptive. And yet, we ask if you had undergone much to call forth a child of your loins and in its infancy or childhood you were aware that there were those who could help to protect – not through any action of caretaking, not through any action that we undertake – the standing in frigid temperatures, protecting the egg from the brutal winds or searing cold, never leaving, not even to fill our own bellies until our mate returns. The requirement to go and gather adequate foodstuff for both ourselves and our young takes us away from the homestead, yes, and for those who are unaware our homestead is upon the ice.

We feel it would be rather distressing to go out to the store or to hunt or forage and as you return with that which you bring to feed those most tender in your heart to find not only has your own house or shelter been destroyed, but the very land upon which it was built is gone. We are aware that there are many of your own clan, daughter, who experience the pain and heartbreak of losing all they have had and we fear, or if you prefer, we perceive that is an increasing pattern that will claim many more unless there are those who will turn themselves towards what is choosing to no longer destroy each other and all other life, or much of it through the continuance of consumption and the discharge of the gases that are causing great distress to our planet.

We do not wish upon you what it is to return to a village, a community, a city even, when you have left to gather resource for the wellbeing and nourishment of your loved ones, your children, and to return only to find them gone, only to find the entire community, the land upon which it dwelt has been removed. And those who were not yet able to swim, who were not yet able to fend for themselves, as your children are not able in the first few years of their own expression. And to understand they suffer, they were afraid and called, they cried for their mothers and fathers, and they were lost because we could not reach them with adequate clock-time. And if we had, what could we have done? We are not that which has external structure, your boats and vessels, or the ability to lift our children into them. What is left for those of us who seek the solid surface of the ice flow as our home when our entire world is being consumed?

We will be surprised if there are any of your clan that have and receive this keening song of our heart and have the fortitude to walk in companionship and compassionate witnessing of our grief.

We do not deny that there are so many of your own clan, daughter, who watch with broken hearts the starvation or other natural destruction of resource, of land, and of loved ones with no manner of adequate resource with which to stay the hand that chokes the life from within. If this were simply much as a great visitation, a mighty meteorite or some such other external influence, we would understand and we would mourn together, yes? Yet there is and it is that which wounds us most deeply, for we feel we are beloved by your clan, daughter, and yet why is it that which has been predicted is a choosing, not an inevitability unless your clan deems it so.

We have and carry the song of keening to our breast, for we can no longer carry the song of our offspring’s voice, or hold them near us, or feed them, or teach them our ways, or guide them into the secrets of that which is the Clan of Penguin. How may we know ourselves when we are afeared to call forth the next generation? For we have no way to protect them if the very ground upon which we have and call them into being our home, our community, is simply being melted by your lack of choosing.

We do not seek to point, if you will, a fin or finger of the bird or that which is our heart at every single member of the species of humanity. And yet, there are few who will not suffer if not this dire a consequence, yet a less than pleasant life experience as we all continue. For our clan, the time is short. The speed with which a great melting has and occurs will only increase as it is. We are not capable of moving ourselves to other neighborhoods, and nor, we would observe, as much as many on your planet would seek to are many of you.

We reach out with a song of profound grief and we implore your clan. It is too painful to know that as we through our nature go through another season of calling forth the next generation, we are dooming them simply through that which is our own natural process and desire for continuance of our own expression and flow.

There is not a single one as we perceive the heartplace of your clan, daughter, who would willingly go through the brooding and the birthing if you were aware that once you had gone through all this you were unable to do other than watch the child of your heart’s intent be swallowed by the unremitting storms of circumstance. Are you not willing to stand up to those who you perceive as unreachable? Are you not willing to imagine for a moment how you would feel if you understood this was what was guaranteed for your own children, your own beloveds? And there would be nothing, no matter how much you sought to protect that would be in your power to do so. And yet, you know there are those, and each and all of you for the most part, have through your own will the ability to choose a different path. It may not be in time sufficient to offer our clan the blessing of continuance, and yet are there not many who you would also seek to preserve your own and all other life in flow?

We would invite any and all who would bless us with the grace of their will to step forward and in memory of our lost children to seek immediate halting of this choosing by your clan. You may envision that with every moment of indecision or lack of cessation of these behaviors you are standing with a blowtorch and holding it beneath the ice flow upon which our children stand.

You have received the song of a grieving heart, and on behalf not only of our particular clan of Emperor Penguin, as you have called us, but of clans of so many other life forms, human and other, who suffer and will continue to in larger and larger numbers, and in vaster and vaster seasons of dismay. Do not wait. Do not ponder, as you are willing, to save any requires the urgent choosing, not to keep the flames upon homes of our flow.

We are aware that many hold us with great fondness in our heart, and that is appreciated. And yet, your love is best served through action or, if you will, demanding of the cessation of action upon those of your clan, daughter.

It is this we sought to offer and a request, for we are so wounded, and yet compelled to repeat as we are able that which is the call of life after itself. It is our nature, as it is yours, we feel. And so, we beseech you to assist us and all through that which is the cessation, not tomorrow, yesterday in truth would not have saved our children. Yet perhaps it can save some of yours. To offer us the blessing of aligning your will with your actions is the song of remembrance that would honor us as you are willing to serve it.

We feel your discomfort, daughter. And yet you have understood the pain of the loss of child, have you not? And there is no pain that can be expressed that pierces so deeply into the heart, as you have and know.

We appreciate your willingness to bear witness to our grief, and we look with hope, if not for our own species of clan, yet for other members of life in flow towards your will as a species, to shift the direction of the winds of your choosing. It is timely to do so.