Spirit of Now

How does the rest of the world feel about us? I don’t mean what do the French think of Americans? Or what do the Yamamani of Amazonia think of Western civilization? But what do all the other creatures on this planet think of us? Or perhaps I should ask what do they feel about us, or sense about us? Most animals do not think in the way that we think; in words, talking to ourselves inside our heads, working things out, making plans, analyzing. The majority probably do not even feel in the sense that we do. But they do sense something. They do react differently to us than they do to their fellow species.
I’ve watched sparrows land on the back of sheep. Yet if walk within a few feet of a sheep, it backs away. The seal sunning itself on a rock across the way allows a white heron to step past without flinching. The heron came from behind, and stealthily, with no warning. Yet if try creeping up on a seal, it sense something amiss before I get within ten feet of it, and without hesitation dives into the safety of the sea. (Creeping Up on a Seal)
What is it they all sense? At a most general level; Danger. They all avoid close contact with us; they all take off.
Is it that evolution has taught them that this two-legged creature is the indiscriminate hunter. It hunts not only for food, but for hide, oil, teeth, gut, turning other creatures into products. And sometimes hunts purely for its own pleasure. This might explain why the seal avoids us, and the deer and the bear. They may have it hard-wired into their genes. But the heron too avoids me. When I approach closer than about fifteen feet, it takes off. What of the mole emerging from the soil, that will dodge around a horse’s hook, but scurry back into its hole when it sees me? And what of the butterfly that seems to land almost anywhere except me. I don’t recall humans hunting butterflies in any significant way. They all sense something.
Maybe we too have that sensing. We share the same evolutionary history, so probably share similar capacities. But we’ve filled our minds with so much stuff - thinking, worrying, planning, and many other “human” qualities - we no longer sense these subtle intuitions about the natural world. Maybe that is why so many of us are drawn to the natural world. It represents the world before humans came on the scene. Why we revere people like Saint Francis, who, if tales are true, was so pure in heart and intention, other creatures no longer feared him.
Yet here we stand, feeling we are somehow superior, that we have dominion over other species - whether through our cleverness, knowledge, or technology - yet missing what may be a universal sense among all creatures.
If I were one of them, I’d certainly be wary of humans. I’d probably also feel sad. Sad that things have come to this. That this young upstart of a species has so alienated itself from the natural world that most the other creatures know to step back and avoid it.

Las Vegas is not my first choice of US cities. Glittering casinos are not my cup of tea. Nor is a city built in the middle of the desert. But I’d been invited by a good friend of the Cirque de Soleil to attend the opening of their new show “Love” — a tribute to the Beatles. I have always loved the Cirque’s shows, and the Beatles… I remember one Friday at my local youth club in 1962 listening to a new single “Love Me Do.” From then on they were part of my life - through Sgt Pepper and the summer of love in 1967, to the Maharishi and Rishikesh and the seeds of my own life’s journey. So, to go forty years later, to the opening of a show on the Beatles at The Mirage was a significant marker.
I wondered if any of the Beatles themselves would turn up. I did not have to wait long. In the Cirque de Soleil’s staff party the night before, I was asked to give up my seat to Julian Lennon. Hanging around at the entrance to the show, Ringo walked by. Inside I found Paul, Yoko, Cynthia Lennon, Olivia Harrison, and Sir George Martin were all there.
The show itself blew my away. The theatre had been completely rebuilt at a cost of over $100 million, with the Cirque’s characteristic flair for moving stages and extravagant effects. it had been rebuilt “in the round” so the stage was in the centre. Each of the 2.500 seats had a pair of speakers embedded in the headrest and three more facing you from the back of the seat in front. I was cocooned in my own bubble of perfect fidelity surround-sound. Sir George Martin, had taken many of the original Abbey Road studio tracks, re-orchestrated them into the highest quality Beatles’ sound I will probably ever hear. And then mixed tracks so that, to give just one example of many, bits of ‘Penny Lane’, and ‘Piggies’ wove in and out of ‘Strawberry Fields Forever’.
There were so many highlights to the show. One I will never forget was half way through, after gymnasts had been leaping and tumbling over an iron framed double bed. They started pulling out the sheet from underneath the bed. They kept pulling more and more sheet till it covered the stage. Then pulled more, stepping back into the audience, where hands eagerly pulled the sheet over their heads until finally it reached all the way back to the walls of the theatre. Then the bed in the centre rose towards the roof, leaving 2.500 of us sitting beneath a huge tent. The largest light show ever now played down on the tent from above.
Suddenly the sheet was sucked back into a hole in the centre of stage leaving us in darkness, except for a myriad of tiny twinkling lights which had been lowered to fill the air above our heads, accompanied by an eerie, haunting, sound. The lights flickered in patterns, creating a unique 3-D effect throughout the space. Slowly the eerie sound took on a more rhythmic form, and recognition dawned. The twinkling lights were diamonds, and there, spinning at the top of the theatre in flowing white robes was Lucy, who continued with a magnificent acrobatic display.
And that was just one of many incredible moments. I’ll have to see the show several times to fully digest them all.
At the end, Paul, Ringo, Yoko, Julian, Cynthia, Olivia, George Martin and Guy Lalibertie (founder of the Cirque) all came on stage. Ringo true to style, picking up a red umbrella left on stage from the finale (which included thousands of red paper petals showering the stage and audience) and pranced round with it. Paul shouted “This if for John and George!” and the audience erupted.