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These pathways are my way of getting people
to look from another perspective. Some are meditative others are not pleasant
but designed to make you stop and think. If Pathway 2 turns just one person
against the barbaric foxhunt then I will have succeeded.
Follow me, for I shall lead you to the
pathways you must tread. We will walk to the edge of the forest. You must
enter alone. Be assured there is no one in this place but you and the animals
that dwell here. They are not afraid of you but may not show themselves.
One or more may choose to accompany you. Those that do so are of significance
to you alone. Enter. The moonlight with show the path.
As you walk this path listen to
the whispering of the trees. Do they speak to you? Hear them. Feel at one
At the end of the path is a clearing
bathed in the light of the new moon. In the centre is a pool. Undress and
step into the pool. The water will be cool on your skin but not cold. Rest
your head on the grassy bank and let your body be submerged in the water's
silky embrace. You are being cleansed , healed and purified, ready for the
other pathways that you must follow.
When you are ready, step from
the pool, you will be dry on emerging from the water. Dress and make your
way back down the path. Your animals will be with you. Before you leave
the forest, thank the trees for their protection and the animals for their
Step from the forest. I will be
waiting. This was your first pathway.
Welcome. We meet again. You are ready
for your second pathway. Some paths will be pleasant others will be painful
but you must learn from them all.
Today our path leads into the countryside.
I will leave you on the edge of this field. You must follow the path. A
vixen will meet you. At the moment of meeting your spirit will merge and
become one with the fox.
You are watching your young cubs playing
together, rolling, chasing and full of the joy of life. Suddenly you stiffen.
You hear or smell danger. You bark a warning to your young and they run
to earth. Now you can hear the baying of hounds and the pounding of hooves.
You must lead them away from your young. They are the future and must be
protected. You break cover and run. In an instant the pack have your scent
and are on your trail. Faster and faster you run, twisting and turning,
seeking an escape. Mile after mile. Your breath is becoming laboured, your
heart is pounding, your legs are losing their strength. They are gaining
fast. The two legged ones are urging on the pack. You make one last effort
but you have nothing left to give except your life.
You turn and watch death approach.
They are upon you. You scream in torment as they tear you limb from limb
and your last thought through your pain is of your motherless cubs. It is
At the moment of death your spirit separates
and you are back to where I am waiting. Learn from this experience. You
must teach others. Only in learning can things be changed. We will meet
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