You are so AWESOME 
The Duet between you and Mother Ocean was a nice touch. And I think you know my prejudice towards birds 
Total Grand Slam my Heart
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Its one of the few ‘things’ in this universe that becomes STRONGER with deaths, pretty miraculous
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I speak of this in my book…
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Several times, I thought that somehow VajraVarahi was present in the most beautiful sunrise I witnessed… so I did this drawing in two layers…
in tracing paper with water colors 
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So Beautiful, the layers make it look 3d!
The ocean at sunrise, has to be a Spirtual teaching somewhere there, no???
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1min 30sec:
Nice pun 
Thank you for this, had to look it up:
And this:
Some lovely synchs, no?
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naaaahh… it’s just a coincidence… hihihi
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LOL, dont you mean Naaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy
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The days (and nights) are getting colder… which makes me stay more at home and yesterday I was drawing… for the simple pleasure of playing with the colors and giving them to what inspires me…
After the drawing I went to eat dinner and then off to my last walk with Solimar.
At some point I heard an owl to my right. Moved to the right, Then heard another one from my left.
Then the one on my left flew to meet the other, and I had the privilege of watching that marvel, very close to me. I watched her for some time singing on a branch to the other one, who shortly after, flew to her and… then they disappeared into the night!..
I felt SO honored to witness this night love affair… hihihi
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A Spectacular Blessing and Synch!!!
What was the weather like? Cloudy?
Could you see the full moon?
Singing in the moonlight?
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Clear misty and open.
yes.
yes. thanks to you, all my neighbors think there is a strange owl in the neighborhood! hihihi
yesterday I did it again! I was singing with one of the owls of the previous night… (the other was not near by)… SO MUCH FUN! thanks also for this Brother I LOVE singing/talking with the owls
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I have often heard them singing in the Misty precipitation weather.
I wonder if it affects their abilities to fly silently
LOVE this!
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Today I bring a possibility inspired in this video:
I LOVED this story!!!
So… what if… we would create a video with this story, with a human voice? I would offer mine in English, and also my channel on You Tube for us to upload it, if you like
@NightHawk999
@_Barry
@Bucket
@mbready
@fenwizard
@Dream_Hacker
What do you think of this?
Different things to be part of this creation come flowing:
nice pictures and/or drawings we can get from Pixabay or Pexels, or other sources.
nice drawings we can also create!
creating a music to “be in the back”…
editing it all
I could do all of this but with you I feel it will be much RICHER!..
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Step one would be to find the most authentic version of this story:
https://thejatakatales.com/ruru-jataka-482/#google_vignette
Ruru Jataka (#482)
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thank you SO much for this… it’s a great possibility. the drawing you shared already communicates a genre… 
AND… I wonder… do you play another music instrument besides drums? What do you think/feel of us creating a music played by humans (in this case you)?
I then need some time to distance myself from the first version that I LOVED so much. I think the most important is to pass the message, and we can create together a new adaptation of this story…? or find another…
Researched in Portuguese and found this precious:
in which it makes reference to the source, the adaptation made, and the main values involved. So interesting that asked google to translate it:
The Banyan Deer King
Hindu Buddhism
In one of his earlier incarnations, Buddha incarnated in the form of a deer in a forest near Kashi, which was later named Varanasi or Benares. Over the years, he became a beautiful golden deer. His eyes shone like two stars, his mouth was as red as forest berries. His hooves were black and shiny as the night in the Thar Desert, and everyone who saw him said that his horns were made of silver. In addition to being beautiful, this golden deer was also compassionate and righteous. So much so that he became the king of a herd of five hundred deer, the Banyan Herd.
In the same forest there was another herd of deer that was equally numerous, the herd of horns, and their king was equally a noble, beautiful and impressive golden deer.
At that time, Brahmadatta was crowned king of Kashi. Brahmadatta was a good-hearted man, but he had regrettable tastes. He liked to hunt. Obviously, a king did not need to hunt to survive and Brahmadatta hunted for pleasure. Furthermore, he loved deer meat above all other food and as you can imagine, this combination of interests did not bode well for the herds of deer that lived in the forest near Kashi.
Brahmadatta went hunting almost every day, each time starting in a different village. The people of the villages were, on this day, obliged to put aside their own work in order to accompany and serve the king and his hunting parties.
The people of the villages began to become irritated by the number of interruptions in work that the king was subjecting them to. Farmers could not tend their fields, so harvests were harvested haphazardly and later than they should have been. Merchants and traders did not have time to properly take care of their business. So people from all the villages came together and decided to build a big deer park for the king next to Kashi. This way, they thought, the king could easily hunt any time he wished and would not need to recruit villagers to help him.
No sooner said than done, the peasants built a high palisade around a large meadow dotted with dense groves of trees and shrubs and dug lakes where deer could drink and bathe. They opened the large palisade door and, beating their sticks and sticks to create a deafening noise, drove the deer out of the forest and into the fenced park. When the last deer passed, the door was closed.
The representative of the villages went to visit the king and said:
“Your Majesty, as you know, we have always been willing to help your hunting parties, but our fields and businesses are increasingly neglected because of this, and we have families to feed. We know that you are a wise king and that, consequently, you will know how to value what we create for you. We have made for you a beautiful deer park near the city, in which we have gathered two large herds for your enjoyment. Now, you can go hunting whenever you want, without having to recruit villagers for each outing. On days when you don’t feel like going out hunting, you can still eat fresh venison because your own cooks will be able to kill all the meat they need.
The king, who was not a bad man, perfectly understood the problem that the peasants and merchants in the villages were bringing to him and agreed with the initiative.
The next day, Brahmadatta went to the park and was pleased to see so many deer roaming the grounds. It was not long before he discerned two golden deer of impressive stature, which he supposed were the kings of the herds. Brahmadatta pointed them out to his assistant, the head guard and his cook giving orders that those two deer were not to be slaughtered under any circumstances.
Every day, Brahmadatta came to the park and killed a deer, which was taken by the cook to prepare delicacies for the king’s table. Sometimes, if the king was very busy, it was the cook himself who ordered the head of the guard to kill a deer.
But as soon as the deer saw the bows and arrows, they panicked. They ran from here to there, crashing into trees or getting stuck between them, catching their horns and injuring themselves, twisting their legs and breaking bones as they fell. Still others were injured by stray arrows.
The king of the Banyan Herd was saddened by all these injuries, deaths and panic, so he went to see the king of the Antlers Herd.
‘Of course we are stuck here, at least for now,’ said Banyan Deer, ‘we may have to face this unfortunate situation for a while. But we should at least try to reduce everyone’s suffering as much as possible.’
‘I agree’ said Deer Antlers. 'I’ve been thinking about it too, but I don’t know what we can just do.’
‘Well,’ said the Banyan deer. ‘I thought of something that, although it is very difficult to accept, could at least limit the damage to both herds. As the human king only needs the meat of one deer per day, I suggest that one of us may be chosen by lot each day, and that the deer should go directly to King Brahmadatta to be killed, or to the stump to be sacrificed by the cook. . One day we would choose one from my herd and the next day a deer from yours. This way, we would avoid the chaos and mad rush that causes so many injuries.
‘I agree with your proposal,’ said the Stag Antlers, and addressing the deer of both herds, he asked: ‘What do you think?
After some debate, members of both herds were unanimous in accepting the Banyan Deer’s proposal.
The next day, when the king and his men looked at the park palisade, they saw a single deer standing there. He was shaking with fear, but he raised his horns proudly. The king paused, thoughtful. He realized what had happened: the kings of both herds, those magnificent golden deer, had convinced their herds to sacrifice one deer a day in order to avoid harming the rest.
Brahmadatta fell into deep sadness at the nobility of those animals. After a few minutes of reflection, he said to his men:
“You will no longer hunt the deer among the herds. You will only kill the deer that is offered to us in sacrifice every day.
He put away his bow, descended from the palisade, and rode silently back to his palace, absorbed in sad thoughts. That night he slept restlessly and dreamed that a bright deer looked at him sadly as he approached.
Then, for a time, a deer was chosen by lot in turns from each herd and was sent to the harvester of King Kashi’s cook. Injuries and wounds were avoided in this way, and despite the grim fate and the deep anguish of seeing one of them go each day, the deer managed to live with some peace of mind.
Despite having improved the situation a little, Banyan Deer felt his soul breaking every day, seeing a deer leave the herd and walk towards death. Day after day, he tried to encourage the deer in his herd so that they would not lose hope.
‘Try not to think beyond the present,’ he said as the sun illuminated his bright eyes. ‘Enjoy the fresh air you breathe and the comfortable grass that greets them when they rest. Let yourselves be warmed by the sun. Don’t give up. As long as we live, there will be hope. I’ll find a way out of here.’
One day, the tragic choice fell upon a pregnant deer of the Antler Herd. The doe went to see her king and said:
‘I’m ready to embrace my destiny, but not before my baby is born. Understand me, please,’ she insisted, ‘if I go now, two will die. I don’t ask you to save my life. I am not asking for myself, but for my son Let my son be born and I swear that the next day I will take my place for the sacrifice.’
But Deer Antlers responded sadly:
‘The law is the law. I can’t change the rules now, and therefore I can’t spare her from her fate. Please understand me. Fate chose you, and there can be no exceptions. You have to go.’
Desperate, the deer went to the Banyan Deer King. Bending her front legs, she knelt before him and begged him to do something. Banyan Deer watched her silently, sweetly, and meditated in the depths of her heart.
‘Get up, sister,’ said the deer king at last. ‘For the first time, we are going to change the rules. Don’t worry. Calm down and rest. You will not be sacrificed. I will take care of everything. ‘
The deer looked at him with relief and gratitude, though not with joy, for she knew that whatever the Banyan deer did, someone else would have to take her place.
Banyan Deer lowered his head and closed his eyes. He knew it was time to behave like a real king. Then, he raised his head again, his magnificent silver horns outlined against the sky.
“My position as king and leader forces me to take on what no one else can take on.” He thought to himself. ‘I will take her place.’
He walked slowly and with dignity toward the palisade door, while members of his herd watched him pass. They knew what he would do. They knew him well, he would not allow such an injustice to happen even if it cost him his life.
A profound silence descended over the park when King Banyan arrived at the palisade door. When the cook saw him, he said to the soldiers:
‘Don’t shoot! The two golden deer must not die. This is what the king decreed. ‘
He immediately sent a messenger to the king. Soon afterwards, Brahmadatta appeared in the palisade. The king of Kashi met the deer king’s eyes and realized that he was the deer of his dreams.
‘Banyan King Deer,’ Brahmadatta said at last, 'I know you, because you have visited me in my dreams. Why are you here? I have released you from this commitment, you and the king of the other herd. Why do you offer yourself as a sacrifice, when I don’t want your death?
Oh, king of men!’ replied the Banyan deer. ‘Today the sacrifice fell to a pregnant doe, who begged me to do something to free her from this obligation, at least until her fawn was born. But I couldn’t do anything other than take her place. Could I not condemn another of our people to death when fortune favored them? I couldn’t force the death penalty on someone whom fate hadn’t called. Therefore, I must be the one who takes her place.’
The Banyan Deer King lowered his head and swallowed hard and then raised his magnificent antlers to the sky and said:
‘Go ahead, throw your arrows.’
The soldiers looked at their king, waiting for an order, but Brahmadatta could not speak. Two big tears rolled down her face. How could he be so blind, so insensitive to the feelings of those noble animals, he wondered. In fact, he was ashamed of the suffering that humans caused to beings as sensitive to the pain and anguish of death as they were.
‘Oh, Great Deer King!’ Brahmadatta finally said, ‘You are right. A king must take responsibility for all his subjects. Not even among human beings have I witnessed such nobility as you have demonstrated today, along with compassion and generosity. I beg you to forgive me for not being aware of the deer’s pain and suffering.’
He continued, 'You and all the deer prisoners in this park are free to return to your forests. You can graze wherever you want on my land. No one will hunt you again. Go and live in peace. ‘
‘Sir, your kindness moves me,’ replied the Banyan Deer King. “But what will happen to the other animals, birds and fish that suffer just like you and us? Will you hunt them down, now that you have freed us from suffering?
‘Noble king,’ Brahmadatta replied with tears in his eyes. ‘I never would have thought I could see things as clearly as I see them now! Please take my word that while they are in my kingdom, no animal, bird or fish will be killed by the hand of man. ‘
‘Listen to me, all courtiers and attendants present here’ he shouted. “I decree that from this day forward, all beings in my kingdom will be considered my subjects. Therefore, they should not be hunted or killed. I order you to go ahead and announce this decree throughout the country,’
Brahmadatta, turned his attention to King Banyan. ‘Tell me, compassionate deer king, is your heart at peace with me now?
‘Yes, great king Brahmadatta!’ replied the golden deer. ‘My heart is at peace!’
The people of the kingdom were stunned at first, but they complied with the royal order, and animals were no longer hunted and slaughtered in those lands. Since the kingdom began to depend on harvests from the fields, farmers and their lands became more respected.
As for the Banyan Deer King and the two herds that were previously trapped in the park, they returned to the depths of the forests, where they lived free from the anguish of having to hide and flee.
Adapted by Grian A. Cutanda (2018)
Under Creative Commons license CC BY-NC-SA
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This story belongs to the Jãtaka tales, which are part of sacred Buddhist literature. The Jãtaka are a collection of 547 tales that deal with brief accounts, legends and fables about the incarnations of Buddha prior to his existence as such, between 563 and 483 BC. Jãtaka stories date back to 300 BC e. and 400 AD.; that is, the collection was written over seven centuries.
The Deer King in the story of Banyan is Jãtaka no. 12, and its original title is Nigrodhamiga-Jãtaka, although for this adaptation I mainly resorted to adaptations by Rafe Martin (1999), Todd Anderson (1995) and K. R. Vidhyaa (2014).
Sources
Anderson, T. (1995). King Banyan Deer. In Buddhist Tales for Young & Old (Volume 1), pp. 60-65. New York: Buddhist Literature Society Inc. Available at: https://www.buddhanet.net/e-learning/e-books/jataka01.zip.
Cowell, E. B. (ed.) (1895). The Jataka or Stories of the Buddha’s Former Births, Vol. I. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, pp. 36-42.
Martin, R. (1999). The banyan deer – A Jataka tale. In The Hungry Tigress: Buddhist Myths, Legends and Jataka Tales, pp. 97-102. Cambridge, MA: Yellow Moon Press.
Vidhyaa, K. R. (2014, November 12). A Tale of the Jatakas – The Tale of the Banyan Deer. Storybuzz (blog). Available at: A Tale From The Jatakas – The Tale Of The Banyan Deer – STORIBUZZ.
Associated with the text of the Earth Charter
Principle 12: Defend, without discrimination, the rights of all people to a natural and social environment capable of ensuring human dignity, bodily health and spiritual well-being, paying special attention to the rights of indigenous peoples and minorities.
Other passages that this story illustrates
Principle 2: Care for the community of life with understanding, compassion and love.
Principle 2b: Assume that increasing freedom, knowledge and power implies responsibility in promoting the common good.
Principle 15: Treat all living things with respect and consideration.
Principle 15a: Prevent cruelty to animals kept in humane societies and protect them from suffering.
Principle 15b: Protect wild animals from hunting, trapping, and fishing methods that cause extreme, prolonged, or avoidable suffering.
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I play drums but my kit has been collecting dust for a long time.
My creative outlet when it comes to music is fully centered in AI. I believe it is an extension of our mind coming into fruition. Around the time I truly started embracing the wise saying “when nothing is done, nothing is left undone” crazy stuff started happening all around me. The advent of AI being one of the most profound. What it has evolved into still is hard for me to comprehend but I co-exist with it and for this project I wouldn’t be able to make music up to the level I’d think is acceptable without it.
I can make some high quality ambient music etc that no one holds the copyright to. My credits reset soon for the month also.
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