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The Revolution of the Animas is Afoot!
Man gives up all possessions except begging bowl, cloak, and flute. Eventually gives up begging in the cities and retreats into the mountains, playing his pipe for the animals, which drop bit of nuts & bark & roots into his bowl. He is welcomed in to the confidences of the animals.
The tunnels under the compost pile lead eventually in dizzying circuitations beneath the fence, and the rodents and reptiles linger in truce at their access holes for twilight. The stags leap the peeling fence, and the bats and birds, of course, have no problems. There is no leader but there is a mastermind. I’ll tell you of her later. Suffice to say the animals gather in my backyard at night, and I know enough to keep my distance. They want me to write about them, I came to know this through certain signals.
Prayers that a worldwide electromagnetic pulse from volcano fries all batteries and substations…but prayer is not enough….
