I sat down in our meditation room. I set my intention to meet new friends and/or to gather new information. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift to fogginess.
Quickly and silently, I was transported to a place of heat and dust. I glanced around. I was in a desert like place. I wondered who had called me to this place. I heard a noise – like galloping of small horses.
I looked around and saw the Gazelle and knew she was a Spirit Animal. She called out as she ran past, “I called you here to show you what I know about speed. I hear humans talk about speed as a state of elation. Speed is a tool. For all animals, the faster you move, the easier it is to avoid being someone else’s meal. Or, conversely, the faster that you move, the easier it is to have food.
The humans who use speed are not using a tool that helps them to hunt or to avoid being hunted. These humans on speed actually paralyze themselves and allow themselves to die. It is amusing, to us wild things, that humans call speed a trip to the wild side when really it is a trip to paralysis. The product that you use has an irony in the name for although it seems to speed things up in the body, really, it is simply speeding up things to a place of death. We wild things think it should be called “Stop”.
We tell you that speed matters whether you are running, flying or swimming. Think about what I have said the next time that you hear the word, “Speed”.
Blessings,
Judy
