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Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else. — Unknown
Last Saturday, twenty Lemurians gathered here at the Fellowship, not for finding a new path, but for maintaining those we have cleared over the last seven years. After that work, we got together for one of our pancake breakfasts in Rhu House, which is always a great chance to talk and listen to each other, delighting in two things Lemurians do best – eating and talking. This seemed a good time to reminisce about our trails and some of what they mean to us, too.
At the Fellowship we live on the side of a hill, with a breathtaking view of the Santa Maria Valley to the north and boulder-strewn Mt. Woodson to the west. Moving from apartment to community building to office is great aerobic exercise, but not ideal walking conditions. So we began finding a new path through the chaparral surrounding our grounds, planning to create a leveler, easier-to-walk path.
Our chaparral mixes wild lilac, sumac, scrub oak, manzanita, chemise, blackbutton sage. In nature, this burns off every twenty or thirty years, but with more people living in this environment, we are learning how to reduce devastating fires. Our brush is forty years old, up to twenty feet high, and thick. In finding a new path, we left uncut brush on either side arching over to keep it cool even on hot summer days and better than a road for walking.
The first trail we started led into poison oak , so we abandoned it. To make the least work, we took out the thinnest saplings, favoring swaths of easily removed low brush. There were no signs of human activity except for a well-shredded potato chip bag probably dragged into the brush by a coyote from the highway below. You could hear cars on that road, an occasional dog barking from a distant house, but the further into the brush we pushed, the more secluded and peaceful it was.
We worked on the trail early before starting work, often surprising a trill from a sleepy thrush, or hearing the furtive skulking of a fox or bounding of a rabbit as they moved away from the sound of sawing, lopping, or dragged brush. (Skunks neither skulk nor bound. They go calmly about their business, but if they start huffing or stamping, you should start skulking or bounding in another direction.)
The Fellowship’s fourth president loved to blaze challenging trails, heading up a stony area to make one we call Rocky Road and a steeper one dubbed Stairway to the Stars. Now that he is resting between lives, we feel sure he is finding a new path and that it will be a challenging one too.
Gradually our trail expanded into a network of connecting paths. We tramp it on cool mornings or walk Buddy there on hot afternoons, where he relishes the shade and the scent of many creatures, invisible to us but plain as day to his sensitive nose.
Finding a new path is like living a life. There are false starts as you test possibilities before finding one that seems promising. You ask advice from those who have cleared their own trails, and benefit from their experience. You work around major obstacles, and the resulting path isn’t straight but twists and winds toward your goal.
Grubbing out obstacles is hard, there are disappointments and regrets. But you learn more efficient ways to do it, and the encouragement as the path takes shape is welcome. It’s a relief when friends take an interest and help, and one thing that keeps you going is knowing that others you love will benefit from your work. And as you look back over the trail you’ve created, or the life you’ve lived, it almost seems you were uncovering a path that was inevitable, and meant to be found.
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Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened. Winston Churchill
STUDY REVISES TIMELINE ON ARRIVAL OF HUMANS, blared the headline on page one of The San Diego Union-Tribune. We knew it would happen! So it’s great to have Lemurian tradition verified by scientific proof that people actually lived on a continent where the Pacific Ocean lies now!
Understandably, the scientific community is not quite ready to make that quantum leap from the evidence recently reported in the news. They have to take things a careful step at a time, we know. But as a start, at least some are willing to say that a recent discovery in San Diego pushes back their estimates of when early man first showed up on the American continent by many thousands of years.
In case you missed it, all the excitement is about mastodon bones found at a construction site during freeway expansion here in San Diego. The bones were broken in a way that early humans used to get to the nutritious marrow, and then were made into useful tools. Surprisingly, this discovery happened 25 years ago, but only now have tests of uranium decay in the bones dated the site to 130,000 years ago – much before the 14,000 year estimate generally believed to be the earliest humans had been present on the American continent.
Those who have studied the Lemurian Philosophy, or taken a careful look at the Map of Mu the Fellowship has made available to the public, realize that the ancient Lemurian continent included much of the western United States including California. So the present site of San Diego was part of the Rhu Hut Plains of Mu 130,000 years ago as well as 50,000 years later, closer to the time when the world’s first civilization got its start on those rolling plains.
Until this fact is more generally accepted, the mastodon bones, which show evidence of damage by human tools, will seem to indicate that early humans lived on, or at least visited, North America all those millennia ago. (The tribal chairman of the Sycuan Band of the Kumeyaay Nation said “It’s an exciting surprise and definitely does fit in line with the traditional creation story of the Kumeyaay people.”)
But the question may well arise, how did those very primitive people manage to get here? It has long been assumed that the North American continent looked then as it does now, and the earliest people came from Asia, across a land bridge believed to have existed between what is now Siberia and Alaska. But as we know from Lemurian Philosophy, until the sinking of Mu, much of our present North America was mud flats. So rather than having to cross a trackless ocean or trek thousands of miles over frozen land bridges, these ancient hunters could simply have killed and dined on their shaggy prey on the eastern edge of their own homeland – Lemuria!
Daniel Fisher, a professor of paleontology, said “This is San Diego’s chance to contribute to the knowledge of human history.” We can hope the researchers will be inspired to probe beyond the appearance of their find, to the reality of the great continent that was home to the first and greatest civilization on this planet.
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