Morning Wakeup Call Message
January 21, 2003


It is s fine morning for a story of old. It is a fine morning for a story of today. There is no difference in this story, except that the names are changed, though not the entities.

Good morning, I am Diaclosities, and I am going to tell you of a person who ran away with a sweetheart, and ended up alone. This man was a man of loyalty to his country, and he took great pride in his ability to go to great lengths to show that loyalty.

One day he took a walk down the lane where he lived, and came upon a lovely lady who was sunning herself in the bright morning light. She wore a large hat with flowers decorating the brim. Her eyes, shaded from the sun, were as blue as the sky on a cloudless day. She moved with the grace and ease of a gazelle as she stood to greet him.

This fine lady gave him her hand, and they strode along in the garden that bordered the land where the King lived. This land was the finest in the kingdom, and the trees and bushes that lined the streets were majestic and full in their lushness. The birds and the butterflies found a great home in this garden; and the squirrels and chipmunks busied themselves on the branches and along the floor beneath the canopy of leaves.

The man took the lady into his arms and told her of his love for her, and she in return swore of her love for him. They spent many mornings walking in the garden and professing their love for each other. One day the man proposed marriage to the lady, and she agreed to the finest wedding the kingdom had ever seen. In fact, the man was a good friend to the king, for he grew up in a time when there was no division between the classes, and all were equal. So he went to visit the king, and asked if they could be wed in the beautiful garden, with the king in attendance.

The king, being a fair-minded man, agreed heartily. He offered to assign his court priest to the ceremony, and to provide the wedding feast in a fine regalia of fancy dishes. And the court musicians would play the wedding march, and the quests could dance the night away as the wedding couple stole away to their honeymoon in the castle on the shore of the sea.

The man was overjoyed with the generosity of the king, and vowed to name their first born after his friend. He knew that there would be at least one child, for his dreams had told him so. This was a fine day indeed, and he hurried home to tell his intended of the wonderful news. She waited by the door as he strode up the walk, and she was delighted when he told her of their good fortune. They started making plans for the day of their wedding, and the sun quickly came to rest on that day.

In the morning when the sun was far up on the horizon, a knock came on the man’s door. He arose and peered out at the stranger who stood with a parcel in his hand. “Is this for me?” asked the man. “I have not ordered anything.”

“This is for the young lady who will be living here after the wedding. It was sent by the little old lady at the edge of town. It is fragile and must be attended to immediately, for it could be damaged if not handled with care.” With that the deliverer turned and was gone.

The man placed the parcel carefully on the table, and turned to call for his sweetheart. The phone was slow in being answered, for he in his haste fumbled with the twisting of the handle, and had to try twice. When the connection was made, the lady smiled in her voice and agreed to come right over.

“This is a fine young breed of prairie dog that is in this parcel!” she exclaimed. Oh, I know who sent this to me. It is my old and decrepit grandmother, who never had a word for me except to tell me how irresponsible I was not to have stayed with her and taken care of her every whim. I would have gladly stayed and taken care of her, had she needed that. But she is lazy and can take care of herself just fine if she has to. And I would have had no life but for the time I spent toiling for her. She is not decrepit, even though that is what she would have you think.” The lady sat and cried a tear for the loving life she could have had with her grandmother. “We could have been so happy if she was of a different frame of mind.”

The man was upset for the sorrow his lady felt. What could he do to bring back the smile upon her face? And what of this prairie dog? She held it, forgotten, till its squirming caught her attention.

“Oh; I forgot about this little creature. He is a darling one who needs a home and someone to care for him. He shall live in our backyard and have all the holes he likes to nest in and carry home food for his winters. And he shall find himself a mate and bring her home to this place where we can all share in our happiness.

“But why a creature such as this?” the man asked. “And why now, when you are going to have a home with me?”

“This is a gift of freedom.” She replied. “It represents that my grandmother has set me free from my responsibility to her. She told me a story once about a family of prairies dogs who came to live in her back yard and took over the whole place. Soon she could not go out without stepping in one of their holes. She feared breaking her leg and being laid up for the rest of her life. One day a handsome stranger came along and saw the awful mess her yard was in. He offered to rid her place of all the menacing creatures, if he would allow him to live in the shed out back, and feed him two meals a day.” The lady paused and snuggled the creature to her face.

“My grandmother agreed, for she felt helpless against the invasion of the prairie dogs. She allowed the man to set up a bed she had stored in the shed, and gave him linens to use. Then she set an extra place at her table. Soon the man was busily going around the yard filling in holes and digging up others to expose the nests of the creatures. As she watched his business, she became sorrowful at the destruction of the homes of the animals. She began to feel that this was not right, that they should be allowed to remain in at least part of the area where they had made their home. So she told the man to stop for a moment while she explained her plan. She instructed him to put a fence around the back yard where they liked to spend most of their time, and to work on restoring the front and sides of the yard for her use. She decided this was most fair, and eased her conscience.”

The fair lady’s fiancé stopped her in her story. “What has this to do with the creature you hold in your hands?”

“I will tell you. The story is almost over,” she answered. “Well, one day soon after the man came and started to restore her yard, she noticed a devilish grin on his face. She asked what he was up to, and he answered that he had come to like her very much, and wanted to make her his wife. You see, she was just a young woman at the time, and had not married as yet. She considered the proposal, and decided she liked this man enough, so she agreed to give her hand in marriage. They were wed soon after, and the town folk gave them a party to celebrate.

Within a year’s time there was a small mouth to feed, and this resulted in a degree of trouble in their home, for the man had not counted on this. He thought that there would be no wee ones, and was not helpful in the care of this daughter. Of course my grandmother was most distraught over this, and she became bitter and worn with the care of the child and the home. For you see, the husband and father soon left them, and was never seen again.

Well, the wee one was a most happy child, and soon grew into a lovely young lady. So fetching was she that there were plenty of men who came to woo her. When one of them suited her fancy, she agreed to marry, and make a home for them in the other part of the town where he lived.” She handed the prairie dog to her fiancé. “That was my mother and father. They lived a good life, and I was born after two years had passed. When I was eighteen both of my parents were killed in an accident, and my grandmother asked me to live with her. This I did for two years, and I discovered that there was no use in staying, for my grandmother had given up, and was taking my life away in service to her. So I moved out and found a place to my liking.

Now I am here, and this prairie dog is my legacy from a woman who would like me to come back. She has a story for me, and she wants me to come and hear it. I think it is time to return and allow her to release me from my sorrow with her. She has a gift for me that will make all the difference in the world for our happiness. She told me once that this would happen, and I laughed at her further attempt to keep me there. I must go back and see what it is that she wants.”

Her fiancé was perplexed. What will happen? This does not make sense. “Perhaps I should go with you. Do you think the trip will be too long?” He referred to his fear that she would not return to him.

“Oh no; I shall return in a month and we shall have the wonderful wedding that we have planned.” So she left that day, leaving the prairie dog with him. He never saw her again. He kept the prairie dog, and it found its home in the backyard. The man came to the realization that he was not going to have the happy life that he had envisioned and planned, so he settled into his life with the detachment from joy that comes from a loss of a dream. Still, the prairie dog dug on. He filled his life with the wonderful things a prairie dogs life affords. He found a mate and soon there were little pups all over the place. After a while the whole yard was one big prairie dog heaven, and the man found a pathway that lead to the road through which he could come and go. He went to town, and visited with his friends, and they never spoke of the lady who left and never came back. His world was surrounded by the chatter of the prairie dogs; and they soon became his life. He stopped going out and devoted his life to their cause. He opened more ground by chopping some trees, and took down some fences.

Soon he became weak and took less care with his garden for food. He cared not about himself, just so that the prairie dogs were cared for. One day he did not rise from his bed. He had expired and no one knew for days. When they found him they found a diary he’d kept. It spoke of his love and how she’d gone. He knew that if he tended her prairie dogs, that some day she would return, for hadn’t that happened with the grandmother? All he had to do was wait, and she would be back. So he tended the gift she had been given, and expected her to return for the gift. She would see that he had taken good care of the gift, and she would smile upon his life and they would live forever in the bliss they had felt for each other.

Alas, my friends. Do you see the folly in this reasoning? I know this has been a long story, and I will say that I have tried to make it appealing. For the tale and the moral is very subtle and very profound, when you get it. In its simplicity, there is great freedom, and a semblance of lightheartedness, when you find it. I bring you this energy of love and trust so that you may build on it in your own way.

I am Diaclosities, and I bid you a fine good day.