Image: “Coyote Pup,” adapted from Image by iPicture from Pixabay – Pixabay License

• THE STORY
• CONCLUSION

THE STORY

Dear Ones,

Early yesterday morning, shortly after sunrise, I heard the plaintive yipping of a Coyote pup from down the hill behind my house.

I went out to the back fence to talk with the pup. I could tell from the sound she was far, far down the hill near where the suburb jots out into the Chatsworth Nature Preserve.

“What’s wrong?” I said.

Coyote Pup said: He killed my mother! He killed my mother! Why would they do that?

I said: Oh, Don’t worry. Don’t worry. It will be ok. Maybe your mother is not dead.

Coyote Pup said: She is! She is! I can’t hear her any more.

I said: It will be ok.

Coyote Pup said, with great anguish in her voice: It WON’T.

I asked the Coyotes near me to go down and help the Coyote Pup.

A Coyote said: I can’t. With the man there, it is far too dangerous. It is no use. The Coyote Pup is doomed.

I said to the nearby Coyote: Please! Can you not go there and take the Coyote Pup home?

The nearby Coyote cast its telepathic eye into the nest of the Coyote Pup. It saw how small they were and broadcast that image to me. It said: Just born. Three days old. Too young. It is no use.

The man who had killed the Coyote Mother said, telepathically, that he was trying to find the Coyote Pups but they were retreating back into their hole.

The man’s children threw rocks at the Coyote Pups.

The man’s wife came out, heart full of compassion, and rescued the one Coyote Pup that was still alive. She put it in her car to take it to the vet. But it was terrified of her, and had been pummeled with rocks by the Mother’s children. Just as the Mother started driving, the last Coyote Pup, the one she hoped to save, died.

Two Domestic Dogs up the hill from me were barking. It seemed to me that they were happy at what had happened. Telepathically, I asked them why.

Telepathically, one Domestic Dog said: We’re glad she’s dead.

Telepathically, and still reeling from the shock of what had happened, I asked: Why?

The Domestic Dog said: Coyotes are mean.

I said: But the Coyote Pup is not mean.

The Domestic Dog said: It will be mean when it grows up.

Image: “Snarling Coyote,” adapted from Image by Mo from Pixabay – Pixabay License

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Telepathically, I said to the man: It’s illegal to kill Coyotes. Would you not kill Coyotes anymore?

Telepathically, the man said: I need to protect my family.

Image: “Interspecies Warfare: Wolves and Human Children,” adapted from Image by Валентин Симеонов from Pixabay – Pixabay License

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Telepathically, I said to the man: Then if you must kill Coyotes, would you wait till the child-rearing season is over? Then there would be less harm done, less anguish caused. I think the laws are like that with deer, for instance. It is ok to hunt deer during the mating season, but not during the child-rearing season.

The man thought this over. Telepathically, he said: Yes, I could do that.

Wide eyed, my cat Oreo Shoes, who is a house cat, was listening at the door to the backyard. I looked at her luminous black eyes. She observed the pain in mine and cast it off as a thing foreign to her, unwelcome, and unhelpful.

CONCLUSION

Image: “Interspecies Communication: Wild Speak,” adapted from Image by Ennaej from Pixabay – Pixabay License

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This incident that I overheard yesterday morning … just at the moment when the world seemed young and fresh with the sunrise … highlights the conundrum of life in the realm of Duality. Don’t you feel it to be true?

There is the mothering, nurturing instinct. There is the protective, hunting together pack instinct. There is the intraspecies and interspecies instinct to war for the right to have sex and reproduce. There is the instinct to war for more territory for one’s own kith and kin.

What is the Lightworker to do? To save our hearts, I feel, we must develop the peaceful, neutral mind. Let us bless all the beings on Earth, that they have a home, that they have enough to eat, that they be happy.

The Buddhists knew that the Metta prayer is the impossible dream for Old Earth. But for New Earth, for the ascended and ascending humans and for all the beings here, maybe the Metta Prayer will come true.

God bless you all,
And keep you safe,
And be with you
Through all your days.

In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!

Written and published on 4 February 2026

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