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Here is a story about some special bees...

On a special blue planet somewhere in the vast universe we inhabit there live a tribe of bees. They carry on their Bee business from age to age, and over the millennia have become very wise bees indeed. Always buzzing and humming about this and that. Mustering to whatever the call is that day. Attending to the need of each hour. They live every moment in this one long moment of well-being as only bees can live. 

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However they are always looking to their future death with great joy for they know that being here as a bee is only a passing phase in the great interim of all cosmic bees. For they learned that you cannot look to the future unless you first acknowledge your own mortality in every moment. And the future was in the intention of the Great Mother that they continue. Their great love was their uniqueness and their sameness, both together; for each bee had its own distinctive character. And so they ever worked for the good of themselves and the hive for the two were inextricably linked… 

Now on this planet special flowers grow. No one knows when and where they will appear, and they are always different. Which makes the bees ever more eager in their tasks… Will they come across one of these special flowers today? 

But these magic flowers also want to be found, especially by the bees, because they know that the bees when they come will harvest the pollen. They will not eat it all or parasite upon them and will take the nectar to their hives to turn into the most beautiful golden honey that has ever been made anywhere in the galaxy. An ever changing brew that never varies in quality and has a subtle and wonderful ever changing kaleidoscope of flavours; flavours that never repeat… 

These flowers send out not only an exquisite aroma but also an electrical signal… Some of the more experienced bees sense this in a semi-conscious way and immediately head out and search... They follow the signal in weaving patterns, losing then rediscovering it, and then, when confirmed by the increasing of the aroma and strengthening signal make straight to the source… 

On arrival they welcome each other, flower and bee, brushing up against each other in a beeflower joy that only can be known if you were either a bee or a flower… Then carefully they take the nectar, eat a little to give them strength and then return laden to the hive… When they arrive they are greeted as heroes, and they do a dance of pure joy. Which helps the other, not so elder bees find their way to where these magic flowers are, not wishing to keep the secret for themselves. For they have learned that the way forward is to give it away... But they have to be quick as these special flowers only appear for a day. 

And later all are busy making honey and attending to their beloved queen… For they know their continuance rests with her having the very best of attendance… 

But that is another story… And so here closes one small chapter in the life of these wonderful creatures… 


 

- Tagir

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