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February 20, 2014


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A View From the Other Side Series

Island & Land Stories


dedicated to you and to wonder



geo geller – 280 9th Ave #20B – NYC NY 10001
copyright 1993 ver. 2793 (fath1d.d93

(* = picture for story board film or childrens book)
– a work in progress –


* My great grandfather once told me a story that his great grandfather
had told him. It began like this. “Since the beginning of the beginning
the first person on earth was and still is the father of us all. He was
the father of our forefathers and the father of all my people.” He was
known as the Father of Father’s.

* My great grandfather said, there once was a time long ago when the
Father of Father’s was not very happy about his children. He said to
his trusted friend, the Owl, “I am sad, I don’t know what is wrong with
my children and my children’s children… they are not happy, they fight
amongst themselves. “They have everything, the gift of life and look at
them they are destroying not only themselves but the beautiful things
around them. Soon they will have nothing. This is not good, he said…
everything is afraid of them.”

* This was not the first time he was concerned about his children. “Once
they had this big world war and the Father of Father’s thought, “I am
tired, they don’t listen, all they do is fight among themselves. I don’t
understand he said. “They fight, they hurt, they get hurt, they die, get
killed, their families are sad, I am sad, everybody is sad and yet they
continue. What is wrong with my children ?” When they had another great
war he said, “this time I will not interfere, the one’s who like to
fight will fight and leave the others to live peacefully after they have
destroyed themselves. But, they didn’t learn, they are still fighting
and killing each other…

* “I am too old and too tired, maybe they need someone younger to be
Father of Father’s,” he said to Owl.. “Owl, I am too old to be the
leader of our people. My children need a young leader who can bring them
together and end their fighting…

* The Owl said “who”… “Tell my friend the wind to send this message to
every part of the world. “I am old and tired. It is time for them to
find someone to take my place. Tell my children to send a man and woman,
and a boy and girl from each tribe to the Floating Islands”…

* The Owl listened and didn’t believe what he heard… He didn’t say
anything, he knew he always meant what he said. When he found the wind
and told him, they both cried and the wind howled and howled so loud and
strong that it shook everything, there was thunder and lightning and the
wind blew like it had never blown before. When the clouds heard the news
they cried like babies and it began to rain and rain… and when the
flowers heard they were so sad they didn’t open up their flowers… Oh,
it was a dark sad day. And when the news reached the tribes of his
children, and the whole world heard that their Father of Father’s was
not happy and no longer wanted to be their leader. They couldn’t believe
it. “How could it be ?.” “He doesn’t want to be our father anymore,”
some said. The Owl said, “he bleeds inside whenever their is someone
hurt, it hurts him and everything else… he is tired and cannot take
seeing his children fighting and killing themselves.” “What will we do ?
He has been there since the beginning of time,” some child said.
Everybody was sad and cried until they could cry no more. From all parts
of the world they came and when they reached the Floating Islands they
saw people as far as the eye could see there were people.

* In the middle was the Father of Father’s, and on one side there was
the Owl, on the other side was the wind, the sun and the moon.

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* The Father of Father’s said “you are my children and my children’s
children. I am your father and will always be… but I am old and tired
and it hurts me to see that you are hurting and fighting amongst
yourselves… I don’t know what to do anymore… maybe you can figure it
out yourselves but I leave it to you to pick a new leader.” The owl
asked all the children to play on one of the many Floating Islands while
the adults talked about what to do. The wise Owl said, who, who… and
they all knew they had to pick a new leader. But “who” said the Owls
son, and everybody looked at each other.

* And while they talked amongst themselves the Father of Father’s
quietly disappeared and went over to where the children were and
listened to them talk amongst themselves. They were amazed they didn’t
realize how similar and different their brothers and sisters were. They
had never seen so many different sizes, colors, faces, hair, eyes,
noses… there where black, yellow, white and red skins people, some
tall and others short, some had blues, green, brown and black eyes…
some even had red and yellow hair… some had lots of hair and other had
very little… everything you could imagine… there where some who
where so tall they had their heads in the clouds. Oh, what a sight it
was, and they where all from the same family. They looked at each other
and talked amongst themselves, they couldn’t understand each other,
their language sounded like music but only the Father of Father’s knew
what they where saying, because they where his children…

* A red skinned boy tried to use his sign language but nobody
A black skinned boy tried with his talking drums but nobody understood
what he was saying they all couldn’t stop dancing and moving; one girl
held up a painting of a lot of children and a ladder going to the sky;
another held up a picture of children holding hands; another a bridge
between two mountains; another cf a group of children holding up a
rainbow; another held up a picture of sunflowers with smiling faces in
them. And everybody smiled and began to do something. One group started
to make a large painting and each one added something a tree, flower,
face, bird, even a flying house, flying windows and trees in the sky
everything you could imagine. Someone even painted a window and when you
looked into it, it looked back at you, and in another window you could
see your family and friends.

. The Father of Father’s watched and smiled as he saw his children
happy, and acting the way they should towards each other. He got an
idea… He went up to the big painting that they were working on and
took a brush and paint. He painted a window in the sky. It was said that
whenever you looked at the picture and looked through the window in the
sky you could see another window and in that window you could see what
you would imagine peace on earth would be like. And when the painting
was finished everybody looked at each other and saw something they
hadn’t seen before, and when the adults came to see the picture they
looked and could see themselves in each other.

* They didn’t pick a new leader but from that day on they met once a
year on the floating Islands in the sky and painted, danced, sang and
played till they where so tired they fell asleep and the next morning
they all woke up in their own beds feeling good all over, with smiles on
their faces.

* My great grandfather said afterwards. “Inside us all is a father and a
child… when you are talking to yourself you are talking to either the
father or child within you.” My great grandfather said that the father
inside you is the same inside me, and the Father of Father’s is the
Father inside of us all…

Father Father copyright 1993 ver. 2793 page 2 0f 2
geo geller 280 9th Ave, #20B, NYC 10001 email

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