The Whisper of Death.

Harlin recently shared with Lamo a thought she had flash into her mind whilst pottering around in her kitchen. She posed the following question based on this;

Have you ever heard the sound of a dying candle or from a Diya. The sound that comes from the burnt out wick?

This weird moment had come upon her whilst alone in an almost silent kitchen. Harlin heard a faint crackle which startled her as their was no one else there that she was aware of. Upon investigating nervously burning-candle-fading-flame-smoke-black-background-burning-candle-fading-flame-smoke-black-background-104243846 she saw a dying Diya, (a small cup-shaped oil lamp made of baked clay), with a final wisp of smoke rising from it. Seeing this it was then the feeling she had in that moment which was truly surprising. Pity, is how she described it, for it sounded almost like this Diya was saying goodbye to her with its last dying breath. Wanting to be heard knowing it wouldn’t die alone.

We know non living things have no sentiments but still there is a beauty in any death as remarkable as its birth. Being able to hear that in the softest of sounds brings that final farewell to an emotional feeling of understanding. Perhaps even adding to our insight in to the World around us. Such was the profound thought that Harlin had after this emotionally charged incident shared with this Diya which until now was just a simple inanimate object.

It got us to thinking of those other dying whispers of such non living beings we as humans either don’t hear or perhaps choose not to. Lets be very clear here before we move on to our other candidates in this idea regarding what is not a valid entry. Trees, Plants, Animals, those things that are considered alive are not. The thought that has been raised is bound to those objects that are simply things, objects, made by humans in most cases. (Certainly in all the ones we could think of they are!)

By way of non inclusive examples, here are two which did cross our minds as we pondered together at Harlam but were ruled out for they are actual living beings.

A tree falling to its final death bed on the forest floor.

Perhaps a solitary Leaf that falls from an Autumn tree as it is pushed to its final resting place by the whispering wind.

With that now explained, allow us to proceed in describing our poor dying entities who give out that, “Whisper of Death“, when their time has come to an end.

First, much like the Diya is that tiny, “Tink” sound, (best word we could think of to describe it), made by its modern day counterpart the filament light bulb. (Not the modern energy saving versions.) Both giving their individual whispering sound signifying the death of the light they once shone when alive.

Next the sound made as the final part of a sinking boat or ship, slips from above to just beneath water_droplet the watery surface. Its the sound of the whisper made by the water as it reforms itself to its previous flatness. That one single final droplet leaping up before falling to settle, “Poooit“, an absolute final sign the sea, (ocean or even river to!), has devoured the boat. Now having died becoming a lifeless wreck laying buried beneath the waves, unseen, unheard.

Another that came into our minds on this thoughtfully deep notion was the good old Balloon. Whilst it serves its life purpose brightening up those milestones of our own human lives, birthdays, weddings among many others, it to eventually succumbs. As those last tiny particles of air, (or Helium), seep from its tired neck with an almost silent, “Psssht“. Finally deflated despite trying to hold on to every precious breath it once held. Ironically this sometimes is our very own human breaths as used when we gave birth to it in the first place. Although every now and again, this non living being can go out with a “BANG” in its final act of death! (Bit more than a whisper!)

Returning to the kitchen we have our forgotten friend that sits there working hard in the background for us. None other than the refrigerator, (“Fridge”, as we all lovingly refer to it), with its unseen heart pumping the life preserving gas around in its metallic veins. Non stop through those coiled arteries, passing through the expansion valve, (as our own blood does heart valves), creating that cool interior heaven withing its body. A cold effect we so take for granted yet it keeps those juices and food we trust it with fresh for longer. Eventually this poor kitchen being though finds that it’s heart can pump no more. It to reaches that “Whisper of Death” with the last final spin of its motor shaft coming to a stop. “Bzzshoop” Something we suddenly only notice when it is no longer there, the whirring soft hum of a circulating heart, like a breeze of life once continually blowing almost imperceptibly quiet, yet was always there.

Here then is our final thought on this emotionally weird idea for you to ponder. When something we consider as alive dies there is an associated emotional appreciation automatically felt. Here though we have tried to describe dying moments of non living entities, each of which has its unique final whisper before exiting this world. Though please do forgive our onomatopoeia attempts with describing these sounds.

Moving to the crux, we think this is the very sad thing because our ears are not equipped with the ability to pick up such low quiet sounds of feeling, they are missed. Worse we simply choose to ignore them as insignificant because they are from non living beings. Imagine though if our ears along with our mindset were attuned, would it not be incredible to hear all those, “Whispers of Death“?

(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019

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Please, if there are any you would like to add from your own thoughts do comment below. 🙂


Oceans Eternal Memory

Throughout the history of this little blue planet we humans now inhabit, life has thrived. All be it in fits and starts with the occasional sprinkling of a mass extinction or two, (Well 5 that we know of to date!), allowing nature, the great designer to return to the drawing board to start all over again. During these turbulent cycles though there has been one true constant, unaffected, sat watching as these rebirths took place.

Even though it blankets just about four fifth’s, (That’s 70% in English money.), of this amazing rock that orbits our warming Sun, it almost goes unnoticed

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The Always Present Ocean

or more taken for granted and that is the great ocean that has long since watched the changing shape of the lands as they have moved like a cosmic sloth around the curves of the planet. As we have already alluded to though, it alone has paid witness to all the designs of life that nature has worked to create over the millennia. It has seen them rise, fall, then finally to disappear for ever. Each in their brief turn making room for that which inevitably follows.

This got us to thinking that if there is an unseen true worldly wisdom then it is maybe hidden within those great depths of this almost eternal watery presences memory.

Often does Lamo sit upon the shore looking out at this great guru that he has long held somehow has the answers to all those questions that will collect within our tiny human minds? Nothing more than a raindrop to the vast knowledge held in this tidal mind that has constantly ebbed and flowed keeping a continual watch upon this world.

Life itself was born from its very bosom, it is the parental source from which all life was originally cast. It has nurtured the living children that have roamed both the vast warmth of its belly to those that left to build their home upon the ever changing land. Lest us not forget that even today, as we humans have the arrogance to believe we are the dominant species this planet has to offer, an incredible 94% of all life lives protected within the ocean itself! (Lets just say that again 94% of all life lives in the ocean!).

Remember to that as you take those breaths of oxygen reading this thought of ours, that same Ocean provides 70% of our planets precious Oxygen that is also needed to sustain life. Without it we humans would not even exist. (That is a point we should all take time to remember!)

Back to the reason behind our post though. The film, “The Shawshank Redemption“, quotes the famous movie line;

They Say The Pacific Has No Memory”

Here at Harlam we do not harbour this thought to carry merit for one second, we put forward this question to you. Do not the oceans hold all those memories within the infinite capacity of its timeless mind? We think the line would be better written as, “The Pacific Ocean does not judge the actions of a life that is but a single ebb to its timeless existence.”, for is not this much more an accurate view?

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Unlimited Knowledge

Has it not during it’s time read the entire library written by all life that has penned a chapter upon the Earth?

Bear in mind the harsh truth that with the almost infinite memory capacity this wonderous watcher has, we are but a few cups of space. It will see us as nothing more than a short chapter in the cycle of life extinctions it has already been witness to. There will be no tears shed as we likely become number six in this continual re-design of natures drawing board. It will continue to watch, adding more notes to it’s library of knowledge long after we have become a couple of small volumes on a shelf of history.

People take this vast knowledge holder for granted, here we think those that choose to believe can hear it speaking through the gentle words of its waves upon those shores of uncertainty that we sit with our unanswered questions.

There is a word that describes people like us which is, Thalassophile, (What a great word this is.), which refers to a person who loves the seas and the oceans. Here at Harlam we are definitely guilty as charged to being defined by this word.

We both conceive that the oceans hold all the answers for those willing to take the time to understand, to respect, more importantly to stop to listen this mighty parent that can also be our best friend. In essence as our title says the ocean does have an eternal memory.

(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019

The World’s Whispering Trees

In a recent Harlam conversation Lamo admitted to a weird thing he does, (Among quite a few others). When he is out and about he finds himself patting the trunk of trees whilst giving them a friendly greeting, “Hey old fella how you doing?”, or if it is more of a sapling, “Alright young un, how are things?”, as he feels that these amazing pieces of nature do have a life to them above perhaps that of maybe the dumber plants that grow? What he means here is that other plants don’t have that intelligence, or deep rooted connection to Earth, that gives them this living, breathing almost sentient existence? He can feel the life in them through that simple touch like you would another humans hand.

Whilst on a roll he went even further to put forward the thought that they communicate with each other in some way.

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Whispering Trees?

This comes from a weird experience he had, some may say an epiphany. (Others might say lunacy of course).

One day whilst it was raining, he was out walking, having stopped at a large old tree having given it a friendly greeting and a little conversation, he then carried on walking. As he did though, he had this epiphany through a strange observation.

He felt that after he had given this touching acknowledgment to one of their kind, this tree had then somehow let the others on his path know to try and keep him covered from the rain. Almost like it had passed on a message to the others saying; “Hey you lot look after this one, he is one of our friends”. Why did he think this? Well for some reason he noticed that there were less raindrops falling on him under the trees than other people around him. He then asked Harlin if she thought him mad like others did, her reply though was “Psychs”.

Harlin then said a very similar feeling was within her, she too talked to trees. Describing the pain she felt when she saw trees being cut down, pruned or mutilated by the modern age human race, Harlin’s words in this conversation  were so touching, we have written them as they were said then;

“They trigger emotions in the strangest way within me. If I see a tree being cut… I call it a murder. It makes me sad. I mean they too have their body smell… the very fragrance which we humans sense when the big trunk gets chopped down into tiny pieces. “

Then we got back to the way we believe they communicate, Lamo wondered if somehow they have a trees-cene1 subterranean root phone like system that carries those conversations between them. Harlin though added this beautiful idea to this.

With that perhaps even the silence becomes audible when wind blows through leaves. Whispers become songs of nature. Spring and autumn are like their festive season, not ours.

Whispering to each other through the voice chords of their branches and leaves to each other, a thought that also struck a chord, (Pardon the pun), with him?

How could we even begin to summarise this huge thought about these overlooked guardians of us and the very planet we call home, that we ALL live on? For both of us we see these amazing, let’s use the word beings, as so old and wise, passing perhaps all that they have seen over millions of years down to the next generation that grow to keep watch over us, that keep Earth itself breathing. Unfortunately a belief shared by far too few these days.

What would happen on a world without trees is the question that people should perhaps be asking?

HArlin & Lamo The Lion 2017