“Yinney” – Chapter Two

Little did Yinney know as he searched for his special tree, the world was speeding up all around him. Mornings were no longer sacred for most people, the demands of making a living made the beauty of slow almost impossible. It now required a very intentional person if mornings were going to start with a focus on soul, rather than stress.

Yinney knew little of these things as he continued in his own intentional ways of slowly moving, conserving energy, yet very focused, very determined to find that special tree he would always return to when he needed to poo. It was his sacred duty to perform.

Sloths are rather unique when it comes to pooing. For one thing, they only do it once a week, every seven days. The slow metabolism that makes a sloth a sloth is key to this once a week function. Another peculiarity is they always come back to the same place to do their job. It is at the bottom of a particular tree they have selected. It is as if that place becomes their bathroom.

Some sloths do poo in the air letting it fall to the ground, but Yinney was not of that way. His people had always put a high priority on the sacred, and the poo should not be dropping out of the sky and landing all about, but should be blessing the chosen tree with nutrients and fertilizer, so it continues staying healthy and strong. His mother, Minney, had been fertilizing the same tree for many years, and it was one of the greatest trees in the jungle. Yinney intended to do the same. It was of the old ways, the way he had been taught.

He had no clock telling him time, but he knew three days were gone and only four were left to find his special tree and lay claim to it, but a sloth did not know the meaning of “hurry up”. The tree he now clung to simply would not do. He did not like the color of the green leaves, and they tasted funny. No, this certainly would not do. So as he hung upside down looking all about, he suddenly froze in position, barely breathing at all! There was Jag! Straight below! Would the jaguar see him and try climbing the tree?

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No, not this time. Muscles on the sleek cat rippled as it slunk slowly along, on the prowl, always hungry, but Yinney was invisible, not moving, and high in the sky. That heavy cat could never have climbed out upon the skinny limb he was hanging from. He knew he was safe, but he worried about four days from now, when he would need to poo. He had to find the right tree in a safe place.

But in the land of man storm clouds were brewing Yinney knew not of. In a race of people who prided themself on speed, efficiency, and multitasking, an order was being placed. Even as Jag passed below and Yinney clung to his tree for safety, at that very time an order for wood was being finalized. This order would be the first coming from a recently purchased territory in the Amazon. “What a sweet deal it had been,” the man bragged over the phone to his friend.

Mother had warned him about the neighborhood bully, the killer known as Jag, but she had no knowledge of the danger of man. She had seen humans a few times, but they never seemed dangerous. This man’s name was Jerry. He owned a lumber company. It had passed down through the family, started with his grandpa, but had remained just a small family business until Jerry came on board.

Jerry had plans. He wanted to make money, as much as he could. He was willing to work hard and smart, constantly searching for new and better deals. It didn’t hurt either that his area was entering a boom-time. Everyone said it was so. “Jerry, you lucky son of a gun. That mill never paid off for your granddaddy, or your father, but you are now in the right place at the right time,” Jerry was ready. He was hungry and enjoying his success. His income had already doubled just since last year, and this was only the beginning. He rose hungry every morning ready to rush out to the hunt.

For a sloth, his normal view of the world is upside down. If Yinney had known of Jerry, there would have been nothing he could say that would have convinced Jerry to slow down and reconsider. He worked all the time. His wife and two kids hardly saw him until he came home exhausted at the end of his long days. But he told himself everything would be alright, one more year of this kind of income coming in and we move into a fine house with a big swimming pool. Everyone will be happy.

Yinney had a view of sacred ways, but what is sacred to man anymore? Is anything? Not life, or God, or family, or honor? Only money? Only having more stuff? Bigger and better stuff in the pursuit of happiness?

But what brings happiness? Is it material things? Science is proving more every day that beyond a certain point of our needs being met, success and money do not bring happiness. Yinney sees the world upside down, but has a better understanding of what real happiness is than Jerry ever will. If only he knew there was a threat greater than Jag, a race of people who worshiped speed, not the glow of slow. The day would come when he would know. As if the jungle wasn’t enough of a danger in itself, there was a jungle of a different kind, and as a predator city, these cities were consuming the world.

Yinney once again began his slow journey, satisfied that Jag had moved on, his long arm began slowly reaching for another branch. His movements were almost as if not moving at all, almost hypnotic in its’ slow flow. Staying invisible in the sky. There was no doubt in his mind, a fine tree he would find, and at the end of seven days he would bless the tree with his poo. From that time forth the tree would be his. It would be his 7th day tree. He would always be there again every seven days, for as long as he lived.

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(The story of Yinney began 1/20/19 and belongs to Don Allen, alias: Grandpa White Feather.)

The Fight of “No Fight”

bible-sword-of-the-spirit “Proper Balance” – Continued.

Why are you fighting? 

I thought you surrendered?

You will never understand the “Balance of God” if you don’t actually understand “Surrender”. You say, but of course I understand what it means to surrender.  Do you? Your actions, and your lifestyle say otherwise. We can deny them all we want, but they prove us guilty. It takes real skill, real training, real changing, real transforming, real power from God to master “The Fight of No Fight”. But once you do, the world becomes your harvest field. So much opportunity! The white path, fields white unto harvest!

Our Bible speaks of being a warrior. It speaks of a battle. It speaks of fighting. It speaks of swords, shields, armor, battlefields, but how are these battles fought? What kind of warrior is God creating?

God is creating a warrior, a son, a priest, a disciple, a student, a child who understands the power of God, and how the universe actually works. First of all, we have to get past what we see with our eyes. Now just think about that one challenge alone. How hard is it for us to look not at what is seen…but focus on the invisible? This warrior fights with a blindfold over his eyes! He fights from his heart and his spirit! He fights from what God tells him is true! He learns to sense with his soul, and to “surrender” completely to the will of God, whatever that means.

For me today, I’m feeling led to change-up the normal way of this site for however long God leads me to do so. Our subject is the “God Balance”. Until God leads me otherwise, expect short but “regular” messages shot out, perhaps even almost daily. I hope you catch them all.

But for today… think about this “Fight of No Fight”. And think about the challenge of fighting blindfolded. Think about what true surrender means, and even though 100% surrender may be impossible for me, if I am honest with myself, where would I judge my surrender level to be? Do I even know what the “God Balance Surrender” looks like?

One last thought, we are “engaged” to be married to Christ. The “marriage” has not happened yet. Marriage is about becoming ONE with someone because of a great LOVE you have for that person. Like a river becoming one with the ocean, the river loses its identity into the greater. Are you ready to lose YOUR identity? Are you ready to take the last name of another? Have you surrendered? Then why the fight?

God has an “identity” meant for you. It is an identity in harmony with his son. This person has great balance, peace, joy, love, simplicity, and serenity. Are you ready to learn to be that person? For if we are not even willing to learn, if we are not even willing to try, then what kind of love, what kind of engagement is this? It is not an engagement likely leading to the marriage.

Jesus is coming back for a Bride without spot or blemish, washed in his blood, and totally in love with Him, and His ways. May God’s Holy Spirit enable us to —- Seek first the Kingdom of God.

Practice His Presence this day, and flow. Don’t flap. SOAR. Surrender to the powerful Wind currents of God’s eternal soul. Let Him breathe on you, all day long.

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