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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 6 - N° 286 – November 11, 2012

Translation
Johnny Silveira - silveirajohnny@yahoo.com
 

 

Caring for Nature

 

In a taba1, in the woods, there lived some native Indians. In the past, the tribe was big and had strong, courageous and fast warriors which hunted and brought their prey to the taba to be served as food for all. 

But time passed and now the tribe was greatly smaller. Many Indians had been attracted by the city life, where they got jobs and therefore never returned. Now, in the small village, the men planted and harvested for the sustenance of all, mainly eating maize, cassava and fruit. 

Bullfinch, a little warrior, liked to run in the woods and considered himself free and happy to feel the wind touching his face and flowing through his hair. But in those wanderings, Curio began to see very sad things. 

Large trees were felled and processed into lumber by the white men who right after would set fire to the remains as to clear the land and store their machines.  At  other  times, animals

were shot down with their firearms. 

And in yet other times, the little Indian saw with infinite sadness that the streams of clear water that were before used by men and animals to quench their thirst, were now dirty, stained with blood and full of animal remains; the white men would use what they wanted, then throw the rest in the waters of the stream. 

Bullfinch looked for his father, who at that time was working on the crops, and sat next to him with his head down, overcome by great sadness. The father noticed that his son was not happy and asked:

- What makes Bullfinch lower his head sadly when he should be happy?

- Oh, my father! Bullfinch has seen so many bad things that he cannot be pleased.

- And what did my son see? 

The little Indian told his father everything he had seen, ending with a question:

- Wise father, what does the white man have in his head to spoil this way the nature given to us by the Great Father? 

His father became thoughtful, let go of the hoe and sat on the ground next to his son answering serenely: 

- The white man thinks he owns the land, son. He thinks everything belongs to him and therefore he does not respect anything. Thus, he devastates forests, sets fire to the land in order to clear it and pollutes the air we breathe; he kills animals for pleasure, not as we do which is only to satisfy our hunger. And not content with all that, he still pollutes the water springs from where we get clean water to quench our thirst. 

Horrified, Bullfinch exclaimed: 

- But the white man is destroying our lives and where we live, father! Does he not know that? 

The father shook his head and replied: 

- The white man knows what he's doing, but does not feel responsible for not being aware of the evils that he practices. For that reason, we will all suffer the consequences of his actions. 

The boy was silent for a moment then said: 

- Father, there must be something we can do to help reduce these problems! 

The father again nodded affirmatively explaining: 

- Bullfinch, we can all contribute to the environment in which we live. 

- In what way, father? 

- Through our actions! If each one takes care of the environment in which they live, they are already doing enough. The more people feel the need to improve our world the more blessings we will reap, because we are helping to preserve the environment. 

The little Indian was thoughtful and his father understanding that he already spoken enough about it, went back to work on the land. 

Suddenly, Bullfinch stood up excited, exclaiming: 

- I know what to do to improve this situation! 

And before his father could say anything, the boy had already left running towards the taba, which was located nearby. Once there, Bullfinch met with other kids and explained what he had in mind. They loved it! 

Some of them got empty bags and began to work, collecting all the garbage that the white men were throwing in the woods. Others stayed hidden, waiting for the white men to set fire to the ground and when they went away, the little native Indians smothered the fire with rags or threw dirt on it and soon the flames disappeared. Others went to the stream and waited for the white men to throw animal remains in the waters. So they stayed further down by the stream side, collecting everything that was thrown into the waters and left it all as food for the animals. 

Thus, the cycle of life continued and the woods was kept clean from all the waste. Soon the white men realized that the Indians were always behind them, altering everything they did. 

Intrigued, they lurked and saw the little Indians putting out the fires they had started and cleaning the stream. So they went to talk with Bullfinch's father, the tribe's chief. 

- Chief, why are your kids always messing with what we do? 

- The white man must ask them - the chief replied seriously. 

Bullfinch stepped forward and said: 

- We all depend on the forest. We're just trying to repair what the white man destroys. 

At that moment, the man hung his head in shame. It took a lesson from a small native Indian to make him reflect on how they were acting. 

The man thanked Bullfinch, promising that they would no longer destroy the forest nor pollute streams or kill animals for pleasure. 

They became friends and peace finally returned to the forest.
 

MEIMEI


(Hosted by Celia X. de Camargo in Rolândia-PR, to 15.10.2012.)


1 The word taba comes from the native indian language called Guarani and means village or hamlet.



 



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