“Yinney” – Chapter 22

images (7) It was time to make himself known to the neighborhood and begin building community, as the vision had spoken. As a spiritual teacher, Yinney was all about promoting peace, and promoting peace was all about true “fellowship”. And you can’t have fellowship with someone who wants to eat you. This was an important part of the message he carried in his heart as he went out.

His 7th Day Tree lie a day behind. He was in the early hours of his second day of travel. He could only go three days out before having to begin his journey back to his tree, because when Yinney had to poo, it had to be there. It was the sacred way of his people, and why have a sacred tree if you’re not going to live in a sacred way?

So far there had been no special contacts with anyone, but he still remained hopeful and prayerful. There was no reason to rush. No reason to allow the small Fellowship that had started with Lu-Lu to be overcome by fast growing weeds. Weeds flourished in speed. Slowly he moved through the green canopy of trees like a slow flowing river, at peace with himself, his God, and the world.

Sloths are masters of moderation. Their very survival depends on it. A diet of leaves does not provide a lot of calories, so they do not have the fast metabolism for speed. They must be conservative in stretching the fuel they have and waste no energy. They had learned to pace themself in the flow of slow, thereby maximizing a day’s progress. This usually meant moving through trees at a speed of 13 feet per minute. This of course was interrupted by regular rest breaks.

Yinney was now well into his second day of moving in just this way. The morning hours had long passed when he first heard the sound. But what was it? The sound of someone crying? He was not sure, but turned in that direction. Another twenty minutes later he arrived at the source. His sloth ninja movements had kept him unnoticed by the one he spotted below, someone obviously in distress. It was a capybara.

Yinney decided to make contact, after all, the capybara were peace-loving as himself. Perhaps they could have fellowship? He would tell the capybara of his 7th Day Tree next to the lagoon, a place of fellowship for all. But first he must inquire of the source of the large rodent’s sadness, for it was very clear the capybara was indeed weeping.

Yinney was now directly above the grieving beast, but still unseen. He decided it was best to simply make himself known and offer his help. “Hello, friend. Are you in pain?”

The capybara was so lost in grief it was not even startled by a voice suddenly coming from above. For one thing, predators did not come with kind words, but with slashing claws and sharp teeth!

“Oh! Your a sloth! No wonder I did not see or hear you,” the large Amazon rodent said while making a great effort to contain his weeping and regain composure, but the effort was only somewhat successful, when Yinney asked his next question.

“What is the source of you grief, friend?”

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My friend…my friend…my friend…” and he cried some more before finally adding, “he was murdered by that predator, Jag! Jag ripped him to shreds and feasted on his body! He left his carcass for others. He bragged of slaughtering my friend, and what a delight he was to feast upon. My friend is dead, and I miss him. There is no justice. His life was snuffed out by a thoughtless killer. All he wanted to do was graze in peace.”

Yinney managed to find a lower limb and moved closer to the grieving capybara who had lost a special friend. “There is nothing that can take away the pain you feel. Your friend is honored in your grief. You show yourself a true friend.”

Yinney said little after that. He stayed close and let the capybara talk as much, or as little as he felt, until finally a peace began to fall over him.

“My name is Capy,” he finally shared, his voice weak from so much emotion.

“Hi, Capy. I’m Yenny. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

A gentle conversation began between them as Capy maintained some control. He knew of the reputation of sloths being great spiritual teachers, and began asking more about faith and an afterlife.

“Is my friend still alive somewhere? Will I see him again, someday?”

“From the moment of conception we never cease to exist,” Yinney answered. “Soul is eternal. This is why we focus on the soul, not the flesh. These are things we teach. Jesus taught us to lay up treasures in heaven, not upon this earth, where sooner or later we must say good-bye. Did your friend have knowledge of ‘The Great Way’?”

“I cannot say for sure, but he spoke of an eagle who once taught him things very similar to what you say. I think I would like to learn more of this way you speak of, and the Fellowship. What is the name again?”

“Fellowship of the 7th Day”, Yinney answered, and further explained, “We are not confined to any time or place to have Church. We are having it right now. Jesus had Church all the time, and everywhere he went. My 7th Day Tree is simply where I live and can be found most of the time, but as you see, I also love house calls. I just can’t get there very fast, being a sloth and all.”

They both chuckled about that. Then Yinney dropped on down to the ground and spent some time explaining to Capy about the All-Creator, his Son, the Holy Spirit, and how God came to man through the Hebrew people, and the Book they wrote of the experience.

Capy could not get enough, he was so hungry to know more. He was at such a point in his life, with the sudden loss of his friend. He made sure he understood where the 7th Day Tree was before Yinney finally climbed back into the trees and slowly ascended out of sight into the canopy of green. Yinney was happy. Fellowship had connected. Community could grow, and maybe something could also be done to alert the peaceful when predators are around.

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“Yinney” – Chapter 16

Bradypus “In this Fellowship we celebrate the beauty and wisdom of slow, because we are all about gardens, not jungles,” Yinney explained. “Our Lord loves a pleasant garden. There is peace in a garden, not strife, not worldly ways. The world is a jungle. We do not copy the world. We are a refuge from that rat race. Peace be unto you, our Lord loved to say.”

It was another day of teaching and he was explaining to the three macaws, Lu-Lu, Me-Me, and Jo-Jo, that he was about to go out on three day trips to spread the word of his 7th Day Tree. “However,” he explained, “this will be done very slowly. Fast growth is not what we seek. Weeds love fast. Weeds love speed. Weeds will overcome a garden very quickly and choke it out. People make the mistake of seeking fast growth. They see it as a sign of success, but how can you develop leaders for small groups that quickly? Leaders you know well enough to set in a position of leadership? How can you get to know your people very well so quickly? There is no depth! Depth requires time. True relationships require time.”

“Every garden needs constant weeding. There will be those we send away with an invitation to come back if they decide they want to share ‘fellowship’. It’s all about communion, fellowship, family, community. If someone cannot fellowship without causing contention, then they have not found the right garden for them. They might not even be looking for a garden. The jungle may be in them. The predator may be in them. We are not of the predator ways. Satan is the predator; our Lord a Shepherd and Gardner. Satan thought he could over throw and steal what God has slow grown, His Kingdom. But he found out different, because God is not only a Shepherd and Gardner, but also the ONE TRUE GOD.”

“The scriptures say, “I was glad when they said unto me, let us go unto the House of the Lord. Church for many has simply become more stress added to an already stressful life. It’s another “Do List”, with all kinds of programs you’re expected to fulfill if you are a good Christian. But what we need is true fellowship with family. We need to ‘feel at home’. A safe place we can find opportunity to share our deepest feelings and thoughts. A place to be excited about our walk with God. A place to relax and enjoy. There must be true communion, or Church is failing to be Church, because Church is failing to be family… God’s family.”

“In a world rushing faster and faster every day, in this Fellowship, we choose to promote the beauty of slow, a way of peace, the growing of an inner garden in you.” And with that, Yinney smiled and opened the floor for conversation.

Jo-Jo was the first, “Your words are like cool water in a parched earth. You do not know what it is like to be a bird. You have always been a sloth. But ‘slow’ does not come easy for me. We birds have fast metabolisms. We eat constantly and burn food quickly. Our hearts race. Our movements are sudden and quick. But your words help me find balance. Your words quinch a thirst in my soul. I know there is a proper speed for me in which I too can walk as one with my Lord, in a garden, not this jungle we are surrounded by.”

“Here, here!” Lu-Lu and Me-Me both agreed with everything Jo-Jo said. Time was forgotten as the small group relaxed in the 7th Day Tree, shared some drinks and snacks, and talked about the goodness of God well into the afternoon. Anyone could come and go as they pleased. Me-Me was first to leave saying she had a family thing. But the fellowship continued no matter where they were. One in Spirit, one in God.

Lurking down below, Jag stared at the small group above. Of course, the macaws meant little to him, but he wondered when that sloth moved in? And when he would poo? His belly gnawed while he watched from a dark spot. Making note of the sloth and his tree, hunger finally moved him on. Something was going to die today, because his desire would be satisfied no matter what.

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“Yinney” – Chapter 14

maxresdefault How quickly the steady flow of the River Time adds up. It does not rush, and yet days soon become weeks and weeks become months, then they are years, and then you are old and looking back, asking yourself if you have done anything worth remembering? If you have been intentional in your living, and if you have pursued wisdom, then it is likely you have left a path for others to follow. Only the foolish know the sting of death, the regrets of a wasted life.

Yinney’s first week in his 7th Day Tree had passed. On the 7th day he made a dangerous trip to the ground to do his poo. His poo would fertilize his sacred tree. His tree would be as a pebble dropped in a pool of water, with ripples going forth to affect all those around him. His trip to poo had gone safely, and that was yesterday and now it was today.

Lu-Lu had returned for more teaching and Yinney was happy to do so. He was almost always available. He could teach at any time no matter what he was doing. If he was doing something, then that something became a part of the sharing and the teaching. But today he was free to simply teach, and Lu-Lu had brought her long-time friend, Me-Me!

Me-Me was another Macaw of the same type as Lu-Lu. But Me-Me was more laid-back, quiet, and reserved than her friend. They say opposites attract. Perhaps they counter balance. The Yin and Yang. Even as the Apostles Peter and John seemed to counter balance each other.

So after spending a little time getting to know Me-Me, Yinney had easily flowed into the beginning of his teaching, his favorite subject, the Beauty of Slow.

“When I speak of the ‘slow flow’,” he began, “I’m speaking of a soul at peace, at rest, content and fulfilled at the same time. This soul is still reaching for the next thing, and open for whatever may come, very adaptable, able to flow like water, a master soul who has learned to enjoy right where he is in his journey, while still filled with the vision of a destination. He has arrived while still arriving, and he has reached while still reaching.”

Lu-Lu looked at Me-Me and asked, “Do you have any idea what he is talking about?”

“Oh yes,” Me-Me acknowledged, “but I’ve never heard it described this way. It paints a beautiful picture in my heart.”

Lu-Lu stared at Me-Me as she said, “I knew you two would be perfect for each other. I’m taking notes, and maybe you can help me understand later? I wrote down that I should arrive without arriving. Sort of like I’m here but I’m not really here. So where am I? Does that sound right?”

Yinney sat smiling as usual, but Me-Me burst out in laughter. “I love you, Lu-Lu. We are best of friends, and you always find a way to make me laugh. We will enjoy some hot nectar from the flowers and discuss the beauty of what Yinney is saying.”

Yinney continued, “The peaceful river enjoys the journey. It is not ate up with desire for the destination, even though it is still progressing towards that worthy goal. A river with rapids is a dangerous place. Rapids are full of rocks ready to break your vessel and send you uncontrollably down stream, and fighting to keep your head above water. But the master soul, one who is trained in the ways of Spirit and faith, lives the peaceful way.”

“Those whom we would call of a predator nature struggle to find contentment. This is because they do not understand how it is possessed. Predators only know to hunt, to chase, to pursue, to pounce, to attack, overcome, defeat, make it their own by conquering. But such methods only push contentment farther away. It is not captured. It can never be captured. It can only be slowly embraced. The beauty of slow. Contentment is attained by way of the peaceful slow embrace, not a hungry hunt, chase, and pounce. This is why the predator ways will never be a part of this Fellowship, and we must learn to truly love life, and do no harm.”

Yinney watched the two friends finishing up their notes, and then he noticed Me-Me seemed to be pondering something. Finally she slowly raised the tip of her rich blue wing asking to speak.

“Go ahead, Me-Me,” Yinney said.

“Well, I was just thinking, and could we come up with a name for this Fellowship? I think it would be great fun to have a name that befits our purpose,” then she lowered her wing and waited Yinney’s answer.

“I would love that,” he said. “You two work on it and let me know what you come up with.”

Not much later Lu-Lu and Me-Me flew away with great excitement over their new project of coming up with a Fellowship name, and Yinney took a nap.

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“Yinney” – Chapter 13

Bradypus.jpg Yinney believed in the supernatural. Yes, most sloths did, and that was why they never rushed, but practiced the “Beauty of Slow”. It was all about faith and the supernatural. As he pondered the ancient texts he was so familiar with, and thought about the great task before him, to be a place of refuge in a time of storm, he knew he had to intentionally slow down. Be still my soul, and know your God, he ordered himself.

How many are the works of God, he asked himself, that are built upon the strategies and rushing of man-made ways, rather than the prayers and peace of God’s people? It is always the greatest temptation to leave the beauty of slow and rush into the building of an empire. We love to impress people, Yinney thought. He pondered the scripture again…

“Unless the Lord builds the house, the work of the builders is wasted. Unless the Lord protects a city, guarding it with sentries will do no good. It is useless for you to work so hard from early morning until late at night, anxiously working for food to eat, for God gives rest to his loved ones.” Psalms 127: 1-2

These were some of the favorite scriptures of his people. The sloth family understood this faith and rest God spoke of in his holy texts. The Hebrews claimed they had an encounter with God. Over many years, writings inspired by God, written through these Hebrew people, claimed to be the word of God, and the way of God. Yinney believed it. The book was supernatural, and it spoke of a way in which there is an easy yoke and light burden. But the hunger and drive of fleshly ways is drawn to the hard yoke and heavy burden, like a moth to flame.

He already purposed in his heart that his Tree of Refuge, his 7th Day Tree, would come about by the work of God, not his own, therefore it was not up to him to force anything, but if the calling be true, if the vision be true, then through prayer, faith, worship, and supernatural ways, God would build it as he saw fit. Yinney would simply rest in God. And in that rest he would fulfill his calling as naturally as a flower blooming, one day at a time.

Yinney would not enter predator ways. The hungers of flesh is the predator way. How many works claiming the name of God are actually built upon predator ways? The hunt, the pride, the conquering, the forcing of ways as if to create a kingdom of  lifeless subjects, rather than a living family. Yinney understood family. You don’t eat your family. True fellowship requires a place of family. Judas was a predator sitting at the Lord’s table that night, and Jesus pointed him out. Then he went out and did what predators do.

The Hebrew scriptures reveal the supernatural enemy of our eternal soul walks about as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour! Predator! And predator ways! It ought not be so in the House of God. It would not be so in this fellowship.

“Yes,” Yinney reminded himself. “It was the ways of a dove and a lamb that gave that lion his greatest defeat. Do no harm. Love your neighbor as yourself. Love God with all your heart. I will be the sloth who simply loves his God, and watches God go before him.” Suddenly Yinney desired to worship. It bubbled up in his soul like a mighty river!

“Bless the Lord, oh my soul!” he began singing. “And all that is within me, bless his holy name! Bless the Lord oh my soul, and forget none of his benefits! Who forgives all my sins! Who heals all my diseases! Who redeems my life from destruction, and crowns me with loving kindness and tender mercies! Who fills my mouth with good things, so that my youth is renewed like the eagle!”

Yinney sang this song and worshiped his Creator from his 7th Day Tree, and he knew God’s rest. As of this moment only Lu-Lu was a part of the Fellowship he was called to oversee. But Lu-Lu was a bit of a force of nature. Such was her natural gifting from God. There was no doubt in his mind that Lu-Lu was the best promoter of the Fellowship he could have.

“Jesus, your ways are so beyond our understanding,” Yinney began praying. “How many times did you heal someone and then tell them to tell no one who did this for you? And yet the Father grew your ministry just as it was supposed to grow. But what has man done today? We have copied the ways of the world and brought shame on your name. Please forgive us Lord, and send a refreshing of your Holy Spirit, that we might truly live again. Breathe upon this army of dead bones, that we might know your supernatural ways again.” The prayer was simple and sincere.

And so he prayed. He flowed in and out of word, worship, and prayer as the Spirit moved him. Like an eagle soaring on unseen currents of air, all morning was spent this way, and he loved the simplicity of it. There were no man-made programs to bow to, only God.

As slow as Yinney was, he planned to travel his community like he had read of preachers long ago. He was not a fan of large groups, but loved the intimacy of smaller groups, and one-on-one teaching. God was calling a family, not a congregation. Something gets lost in congregation. His ministry would orbit his 7th Day Tree like the earth orbiting the sun, after all, if Yinney needs to poo once every seven days, and he must poo here, then how far can a “sloth” get before he must begin his return trip?

But all along the way he would have “The Fellowship”. One might ask, when did Jesus have Church? The answer is “all the time”. And where did Jesus have Church? The answer is everywhere he went. So simple. Where two or three are gathered in my name. How does man manage to complicate the simplicity of Christ?

A great peace filled his soul as he slowly climbed higher into his 7th Day Tree so he could look outward. Lu-Lu said the smoke of man could be seen wherever he is. Yinney knew he would see that smoke one day, probably in about three years. But for now, as he climbed his sacred tree, the main thought in his soul and heart were the words: “Let there be light!”

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Peace we have, and peace we teach.

The continuing story of “Yinney the Sloth who needed to Poo”, is the property of Don Allen; alias: Grandpa White Feather, a Story Teller.

“Yinney” – Chapter 12

download (2) “So what does it mean, Yinney?” Lu-Lu asked. “What does it mean if a man comes here?”

“That’s part of the mystery,” he answered. “In three years we will find out. In the meantime, we are to prepare a place of community and communion, in other words, a place of true fellowship. You can’t have fellowship with someone who wants to eat you.”

Yinney silently pondered, before finally asking, “What is this race of man? How have they become such predators?”

“They are not all that way,” she explained. “The predators are fewer in number, but they feed off the masses. They manipulate the masses whatever way they want them to go. They have their own food chain. Like Jag is considered to be a creature at the top of our food chain. There is always someone at the top of the food chain, and those under them. But way towards the bottom are the ones being fed on. So these people are always scrambling not to be at the bottom. It is a jungle of their own making. But I hear there are also those like us. Those who only desire to live peaceful lives and do no harm, in a world of predators.

“I see,” Yinney acknowledged. “So these people live in a world much like ours, predators and vegetarians, but who are the ones cutting a road through our Amazon? Are they predators or peace-loving? Are they here to do harm? The vision said bad things were coming.”

“Most of them will simply be hard working people just trying to stay off the bottom of the food chain so they don’t get eaten, and they want things. They want more than they already have, and someone at the top, a true predator is giving the orders they blindly follow in exchange for something called, money. I have seen these things with my own eyes.”

“Yes,” Yinney spoke deeply, “we will create a place of fellowship where no one eats another, and all predators are not welcome. We will not live in fear or manipulation. The All-Creator will help us. And this man, when he comes, a lot depends on what has brought him here. The vision said he was a special man, and when he returns with the message, he will suffer much because of it.”

“We have a great purpose, Lu-Lu,” Yinney continued. “This tree will be a medicine tree, with leaves for healing. All those who come to these healing waters will find peace. It is medicine to the soul. The lagoon, the tree, our teachings, and our fellowship offers a different way of life based on simplicity and God-loving values, to do no harm.”

“This road… why does it come here?” he asked.

“For wood, and other natural resources. But wood is high on the list. They take trees and cut them up into many slivers. Their appetite knows no end. You have a human settlement some twenty miles from here. It is called ‘Benjamin Constant’. They want the road to reach that settlement. Your area, Yinney, is not far from the Javary River. This lagoon is probably fed by it. The Javary joins the Amazon River in the same area of Benjamin Constant. The Javary lies west of you, but it runs north and south. The Amazon River junction, and the settlement lie north of you.”

“And why do they want trees so badly? I love my 7th Day Tree, but is not one tree enough?” he asked.”

“They eat trees to build great homes for living in. Some people are very reasonable in their wants, but many have the hunger. They are predators wanting more than is good. They see it as a sign of success, and they greatly value success and the money that goes with it. They say they work hard and deserve it. They have earned it. To them, other values do not matter. They are the elite, and the world is here to serve them, please them in any way they desire, and as much as they desire. They have no respect for sacred ways as you do. This tree is simply wood for them, and it takes many trees to make one great house.”

“Yes, Jag would be right at home with these people,” Yinney concluded. “You can’t have community with someone who wants to eat you, and there are many forms of being eaten. We will create a fellowship, Lu-Lu, and among other things, when the man comes we will show him a fellowship based on soul.”

“It can start with just two. I would like to start one based on the writings of the Hebrews, who speak of a Golden Rule, a great Creator, and his Son. Would you like to help me start this? I will teach you from the ancient texts why the Creator gave us life, how we are meant to live it, and where he plans to take us from here.”

“Oh yes!” she agreed. “That sounds so exciting! And where do we start?”

“We start by lighting up your soul with the light of God’s words. You will learn that flesh and blood are temporary, but soul goes on forever. Flesh is but a vessel for soul. When we live in soul our desires change, because we know this place really doesn’t matter. Things really don’t matter. Only God and people matter. And…one more thing…where all of this is going…not where it is today…but where it is going.”

“Okaaaay,” Lu-Lu slowly said. “I think you lost me back where you said a fellowship can start with two. Can you say all that one more time?”

Yinney smiled and said, “I would be happy to.”

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“Staying Warm”

20190130_142026 Yes it is verrry cold in Indianapolis Indiana! It’s windchill of minus 14 and on way to windchill of minus 30-40! Yikes! But the wife and I are snuggled up and enjoying the great indoors.

For some odd reason she surprised me with a stuffed animal of a sloth! Now she has always liked turtles, and I gave her the nick name of Turtle Faith Lady. So when I sat down the other night and found a sloth staring at me, I got her stuffed animal and put her right where she belongs, in my arms! Especially with as cold as it is.

Okay, she likes the story of Yinney the Sloth so far, and wanted to surprise me. I do really like it, because I am so enjoying this unfolding story of Yinney and his 7th Day Tree. I usually never have a well developed plot. I like a very general and flexible idea, because I never know where the character and their story are going to take me. I like to let a story lead me where it wants to go, so most of the time I get a lot of surprises along the way too. I like it that way.

We are 10 chapters into the story now, and Yinney has his sacred tree and a dire warning about Predator Cities. (Terminology I picked up in a movie, but it fits so well.) He also had a vision of a man coming from another land whom he will speak to. How can this be? And what does he have to say to such a man? And what danger are these cities to Yinney, who lives so far away, deep in the jungles of the Amazon?

All these are good questions I’m looking forward to learning the answers to. So… hope you all are staying warm wherever you may be. We had a couple thousand power outages around here. Our place was spared. Most of those people are back up and running, thank goodness, but we still have one more night of this, so all you people in those warm southern states, please keep us all in your prayers, and we will be back up to a nice toasty 16 degrees before you know it! Ya!

If you have not read the developing story of Yinney, I hope you check it out. Many more chapters coming soon. Have you had your Yinney today? 

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“Yinney” – Chapter 10

sloth_blog Yinney was happy. He had his 7th Day Tree. He had the lagoon to swim in. He had the Presence of God, and now he also had a vision. His life had purpose, meaning, and passion, and yet he had very little in the way of material things. His was a way of simplicity. One of Yinney’s teachings began with a question, “What is the ‘least’ stuff that makes you the ‘most’ happy?”

The question was deeper than most realized, or took the time to realize. Creatures of simplicity are aware of the law of diminishing return. It’s not more and more that makes us more happy. The focusing of a life upon their own special purpose is the happiness we seek. Therefore, we need our basic comforts met, and we need meaningful ‘fellowship’, but beyond that we mostly need to find our ourself, and who we were designed by God to be.

Yinney knew his gifting and found peace in that. He was a teacher of spiritual truths. He loved reading the ancient writings, especially of the Hebrews. His specialty was the understanding of both the old and new covenant, and why God’s relationship with man had to come by such an odd way. He knew many mysteries of the universe, but still had many more to search, and he loved it. Peace he had, and peace he taught.

Most people are living a fictional character the world has slowly shaped them into, but they have not found themself. Happiness continually eludes them and they do not know why. They have become a predator chasing more and more stuff, always hungry, always on the hunt for that next thing. They do not realize they are living as a character playing a part on a stage, but not the true self, in essence, they are fiction.

Yinney had his tree; this was his simple home. The tree provided food, shelter, and a certain amount of comfort. He was content in this simplicity. He also had a very rich inner world, because in his wisdom he focused more on soul than flesh. He loved his Creator, which brought relationship and fellowship. This had recently surprised him with a great vision while he was meditating at the bottom of the lagoon. The vision consisted of creating a place of communion, teaching, refuge, and there would be a man.

What was the message this man would carry back to his own land? And who was the man? How would he end up deep in the Amazon? How does he find his way to Yinney’s tree? Is he a traveler that simply gets lost? Surely there is more to it than that. And the vision said he had three years to prepare. But prepare what? A special place for the man to see? A particular teaching the man will need? Perhaps both? He did not know. He would follow his heart. He would follow the beauty of slow and it would unfold slowly, like a blossoming flower day by day.

People do not intend to become a fictional character. It happens very innocently. They have become fiction. They are not real. They may play the part well, but they do not know themself. God does not know them either, for they are far from his design in them, and so they do not know themself, they are but an actor playing a part on a stage, but who are they?

From the time of a child we have teachers. How else can we learn? And we love and admire many of our teachers, such as our parents, and we have a desire to please those ones we love. We desire the approval of those we respect. However, in our desire to please them, we may forget to ask, “Who has God designed me to be? What is my own spiritual DNA, for we are all a unique individual upon this earth.”

So before we are old enough to understand, we have slowly evolved into a character who pleases those we are influenced by, and this includes all the pressures of this world, which come at us from every direction. And in all this we forget to seek the one who absolutely knows us best…GOD.

Yinney was a sloth, and he knew it. He had no desire to be anything other than what God had gifted him to be. He lived in his personal design from God. As he pondered all these things, guess who flew in? “Lu-Lu!” he shouted. “I found my sacred tree! Welcome to my home!” And then, in a much more serious tone he added, “Boy do I have some things to tell you.”