Dave The Penguin

The Saviour Penguin

It was a complicated system, this evolutionary business, on many levels - and not just the physical world but also within the spiritual quantum consciousness field thingy – or wherever it was that all the penguin programming information came from.

‘The Messiah Penguin’… thought Dave …there was always a clue in the job title, in this case the first bit. Sort of like ‘crash test dummy’, as with most of these sort of jobs you don’t just have to read the small print, to get a clue of what was involved.

The problem was that he wasn’t really the Messiah ‘saviour’ Penguin, as in the Life of Brian film he was ‘just a naughty little penguin’, just as his mother had always told him he was. It was merely a case of mistaken identity, and the collective penguin consciousness had obviously got it wrong.

More likely it had come up with the idea of what he should be subconsciously from all those films, books, and needy thoughts and wishes everyone had. It was just waiting for some fool to come along and sign up to the ‘Saviour’ Job Description; some idiot, some gullible muggins to fall into the usual ‘Saving the Penguin World’ hero trap.

Besides the role sort of required a selfless nature, putting yourself last, losing your ego, and sacrificing everything for ‘the cause’. Which Dave wasn’t very good at.

For starters he was rather attached to his ‘self’, and if he had an ego somewhere, then he was sure it would be a large one and subsequently, one worth keeping.

It was all very well experiencing all of those synchronistic events, having knowledge, events pointing to him, all those people writing about him and prophesising about him, but it was more likely that it was all part of trying to convince him to take the bait, trying to make him think he was ‘the one’, getting him to somehow believe he was ‘the chosen ‘Saviour’ penguin’.

Which of course he wasn’t.

He wasn’t falling for that one, not even if the bait was a large barrel of fish. He wasn’t signing on the dotted line of any virtual contract, and then just end up becoming another religious cliché.

Oh no, not him, not ever.

No, it was just a whole range of ideas and thoughts that other people had had over history that it was trying to manifest into form, trying to make happen, trying to get someone to live the dream, be the hero.

If he was the ‘Messiah’ penguin he would have been told, shown what to do, or, at the very least asked, but he hadn’t, so he wasn’t, and that was that.

The trouble was though that he knew everything; he knew what had to be done, he could see things that others couldn’t, he saw everyone in a different way, and it all made him feel responsible, awake to the problems and what was going on.

This was a problem, or a kind of dilemma, but only if he knew what that actually meant.

But from Dave’s point of view, he was just a penguin, what difference could he make? He wasn’t going to stand up on some hill or rock, and tell everyone what to do, with a glowing aura about his head.

With everyone expecting him to be saying all the right things, flashing his white teeth, his electrifying charisma and personality, inspiring everyone, and somehow making everything OK.

It just wasn’t going to happen, his mind couldn’t be everywhere at once, and the collective penguin mind had to come to terms with that. Just to make it clear, he folded his wings in front of him and shook his head.

The trouble with that again though, was that being a Messiah Penguin or Prophet Penguin, a ‘Saviour for a time’, or whatever he was supposed to have been was a bit of a dying breed and concept really.