About
“The Raspberrie Essays” is a collective effort. Our translator’s interpretations are in keeping with our little mission.
Who we are–the short of it: In officialdom, “The Gomeii,” a small tribe of kindred spirits. More commonly, “The Raspberries.” We have enjoyed a long and blissful life span living in obscurity.
Our habitat is a dense raspberrie thicket in the remote and ancient Bramblevine Forest, near The Wildberry River. Our cluster of dwellings sits outside the village adjacent to Chalicetine Abbey, the oldest Raspberrie-built structure in our domain.
Our purpose is to mine the stunning greatness in the ordinary. Our study: “Humanity.” While we’re not at all blind to human foibles, we seek the inherent goodness in humankind–sometimes a shining light glowing out of dark places where love appears forgotten–but most often it is easy to find.
We’re not angels, or humans either. We breathe the common air within the spaces between the two worlds. Human-like in many of our proclivities and mannerisms–along the higher order of things–we pat the earth on two legs attached to the corresponding number of feet, except for Sapphire whose destiny is to fly. Each of us is endowed at our genesis with a gift unique to our spirit. Our global unity calls us to come into it over the lifetime for the progress of the individual spirit and for the universal whole.
Our Ripestone, Sweetbriar, oldest and wisest among us, and has said: “Shine the light of kindness on yourself and express your bliss. Our society is in grave jeopardy if you do not come into it.”
Josie (Lady Josephine), second in age to Sweetbriar, appends her version of this circle of thought: “God made you once, Sweet Wild Berry. You won’t never be replicated. If you go wanderin’ too far off the path misplacin’ your inheritance, we’ll keep lookin’ right along with you until you find it again. One raspberrie’s value measures the tribe. For the good of us all, we’ll keep lookin’ with you.”
The Raspberries believe The Spirit’s Song abides in every life. Actively expressed or staging dormant within, It remains alive and ready to be claimed to serve the common good. Until life passes into its timeless destination, the world craves every sound, which echoes long after the body has faded. “You are endowed with a melody born of knowledge unique to your theatre,” Sweetbriar once said. “Study the notes first if you must, or simply sing!”
The shining truth! Love’s discovery is a beautiful thing. Humanity’s goodness is the tender face of The Supreme Being. Infants bellow it out gleefully whenever they see it, bliss coming loudly!
A Raspberrie’s eye is closely akin to a baby’s eye, transcending human darkness. Piercing scalp, roughage of bone, and pieces of gray matter enfolding confusion and doubt, even hateful decay, foraging humanity’s sound looking for good is The Raspberrie way.
Through this little common book of Raspberrie dreams, our vision of human light is tendered. Where life exists, love is innate; and where love abides so breathes truth.
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