Core Communication, or: Talking With Trees

Who is talking with Whom?    If we expect to be able to talk with a tree we may have trouble getting past our own bark of resistance.   This holds true with animals, minerals, and elementals, except then the bark metaphor isn’t as catchy.

For a human to communicate with a tree, either in a perceived verbal structure, or a simple in-phase concept transfer, the human must detach from its leaky prophylactic of judgement, and ironically; separateness.     If this truly spiritual liberation is achieved, the exchange, and even melding of ideas of many kinds, becomes unobstructed, and the evidence of our unity prevails.

The tree may address a human with eloquent verbiage, usually brief and concisely, or the certainly no less elegant bestowal of a palpable ambience of love.    Simply hugging a tree will usually achieve this, and once we learn this we can easily improve upon our receiving of love from the entire universe, through all the forms of creation available.

A tree will rarely tell us what it has been doing to heal humanity, or what a single tree can do for an individual human.     What the tree will also not do is intrude upon the self diminishing beliefs of a human, which for the tree would be like awakening from the tree’s unique state of conscious bliss into an nightmare.

If humans are half of every combination of potential communicants, then this same reluctance to letting go of observing, analyzing, and having inflexible opinions will always represent a disconnect.    Simple narrow thoughts like; oh, I don’t like where that tree is, or I like another kind of tree better, or that’s not my favorite color are all the useless rough bark we need to shut off communication.    However, a respect based love for that with which we may care to communicate, whether plant, animal, mineral, elemental, and even thought forms, is the same as stripping away our own bark.     This by no means implies that we might enhance our chances of hearing from a tree by removing Its biological bark.    We ourselves are simply thought forms borrowing biological vehicles for this short, but opportunity rich, stint on our eternal journey.    We have helped design these vehicles, and have been coming up wth newer models since we first began.     The models we currently occupy are perfectly capable of communication with virtually anything, and also perfectly capable of making the effort and achieving success.     Of course we are equally capable of missing most of the show while literally hiding within our own skins of fears and misconceptions.    But some editions have been much more refined than others.    We are made of light, so when we strip ourselves of all the darkness wrapping us in fear and selfishness, there is simply nothing left to impede communication with any other aspect of creation.

It helps to not edit the responses we are then able to perceive, by imposing expectations upon what those communications might be.     Sometimes “let it be” is all we need.     “I love you” is then simply an echo of that which set our own creation in motion.

 

 

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EdenWold UpDate

The book I began in late 2011, and spent 2012 finishing, turned out to be the seeds of a trilogy.     The overlighting title is EdenWold: Tales from the New Earth.     I began the rewrite last September after leaving my inspirational 27 year garden Edenlight under duress.    I have written previously how that preceding year of pain forced me to understand the implications of strong attachments and surrender.     Have I learned to cherish pain and disappointment?     Not really.     Is my life any less meaningful?     No.    Is it more magical?      Yes.

In EdenWold, Book One: In the Beginning,  we are introduced to a nucleus garden, and a number of actual and once believed mythological creatures who experience the initial stages of the new world.     Book Two: Being the Becoming, expands the geography and diverse personalities and properties of EdenWold, and ends with an expedition via Dragon to explore beyond the ever expanding borders of Edenholm where the story began.     Early in Book Three: Worlds Without End,  the expedition encounters its first colony of humans.

As I don’t have a place to create sculptures and the other art that defined much of my experience at EdenLight Garden, my creative inspirations and subsequent joy have been channeling through these books.    I experience them in a kind of internal 3D, including color and sound, mostly while in a variety of favorite or newly discovered magical places in nature; often a nurturing tree.

I will share here two experiences from this past week that demonstrate the synchronicity of this ongoing experience.

Along one of the trails I commonly walk near where I’ve opened a 30 ft. diameter Heaven/Earth portal on a wooded knoll, I always stop and visit with an enormous Madrone tree who I call Mama Madrona.    The biggest Madrone I’ve ever found.    I’ve been hugging and talking to her for months, always feeling that visceral flow of Earth Peace from her.     She is huge and magnificent.     With some trees I have dialogues, but not yet with Mama Madrona.     This week I commented to her that while I wasn’t aware of any conversation from her, I could certainly feel her love.     Only now I heard her voice: “That’s all I’ve been giving you.”      I decided that was pretty good, and not to push it.

Two days later, I was walking with a friend named Evy at a different nature preserve called Rush Creek, where there is a good sized lagoon with herons, egrets, ducks, swans and other air or waterborne life.     As I was relating the details of a chapter I had written the same morning, featuring some magic that the illusion-dispelling dragonflies and damselflies had performed for the humans and their Edenholm guests – particularly by a group of sapphire colored damselflies –  Evy and I were escorted for about a quarter mile around the west side of the lagoon by an entourage of sapphire colored damselflies who remained criss-crossing back and forth directly in front of us the entire way.

Needless to say, it was a profound demonstration of synchronicity, and a surreal, but entirely vivid joy, for both of us.      There was no question that our joy and conscious gratitude were key ingredients in the experience.

One of Our Purposes

There are no doubt purposes within purposes – within purposes.    If this mega-purpose were to be laid out in outline form for simple viewing, it might look something like a family tree.    Whether the chart begins at the top or the bottom is irrelevant.    There will never be much tree without roots.     At least not trees with life in them.

So let’s start at the root – at where everything began; pure nonrestrictive unconditional love.    If we are the tree, then, might not our very first most primary and essential purpose be to learn how to both absorb and generate this same source magic?      The true soil from which we sprang.

I think so.    Everything else is only temporary parts and experiences, like leaves and flowers and seeds that fall and begin again.

The alternative is whole lives spent – I don’t want to say wasted – in judgement, thoughts, opinions, self rejection, and micro/macro chaos.     Since most of us have experienced thousands of unremembered life streams, there is certainly room in our outline for mistakes, even though they tend to be cumulative, at least karmically.

The only liberator in the equation is love, not love with attachment, but most particularly complete love and acceptance of our infinitely unique selves, without judgement toward others who are all on the same convoluted journey.

When we learn to absorb and generate pure love as our primary purpose, all other purposes – and they are infinite in scope and detail – follow flawlessly.

Such love is the source of all magic, all life, and seems like a worthy purpose.

Live and Love – Love and Live

The only way one can know something – anything – completely, is by loving it.    Then we are living it.    The words contain the same essence of unbiased consciousness and unfettered creation.     It also puts us squarely, roundly – however we like it – in the Now.     Everything else, past, future, or imagined, is a shadow of mental illusion, or anti-creation.     Most of us spend a lot of “time” in that fugue state, when love and life are never lost, but only misplaced in self concern.     Sometimes for an entire lifetime.

Woodland Magic

Magic is of course where you find it.    This shouldn’t be so difficult because it is everywhere.    The most overlooked place is perhaps within the divine code of our DNA.    There are many ancient systems in place to dissuade us from believing it, but on the other hand, never has the cosmos been more aligned to liberate us.     There is a wonderful song now by Zach Williams, titled “Fear Is a Liar”, which addresses a universal truth.     Which brings us back to my favorite teaching of the Archangel Gabriel: “ALL reality is belief based.”

We are equally gifted in being able to choose and manifest magic or chaos.    Chaos is often more convenient, because it is more heavily promoted, and we hate to embarrass ourselves in front of those who only relish it.    These are often our friends, loved ones, and reviled so-called leaders.

I spend a lot of time hiking, much of it in the woods all around Novato.    It is critical to both my physical health, and Earth grounding agenda – and there is a convenient woods on Mt. Burdell right behind my house.    Much of the trilogy I’m writing – ‘EdenWold’ – has come to me among the bays, oaks and buckeyes, often while sitting in favorite trees.

In the past few months my most frequent writing base has been a 15 trunk Bay named Eudora.    She serves also as a shrine and altar, with numerous crystals and minerals discretely tucked into her hollow center.    Typically I will sit in the dark and write on the ‘Notes’ app on my phone.     Rarely do I begin typing, that a whole new piece of narrative fails to manifest.

Two nights ago, after a new chapter had appeared concerning a multi-character expedition atop a flying dragon, I wrapped it up to head home in the dark, with enough power left for the phone light.    A short distance down the rain slippery shoulder of the ravine that Eudora perches at the top of, I noticed a tiny rapid motion on the ground next to an oak.

There was only the faintest breeze, but there was this dead live oak leaf on a tiny twig shaking and spinning like crazy.   “Okay”, I’m thinking.  “What are you trying to tell me?”     I noticed the oak it was next to, divided into two trunks several feet above the ground, and did the only thing I could think of: I hugged it.    This is a practiced and learned behavior on my part.    Tree hugging is not just wrapping your arms around a bark clad being, but a connection of living circuitry.    Sometimes you feel the love flowing up, and sometimes down.    In the case of double trunks, which I have often found to be one yin, and one yang, it becomes a connection and celebration of Life Force itself.    It is a visceral palpable sensation of well being.    This double trunked live oak was no exception.     Or perhaps, rather, it was exceptional.

In the brief time I stood in the near total darkness embracing the tree, I received a clear and unexpected vision.    Expecting magic does not necessarily mean you have to predict what it might be.    Just expecting it is generally enough.

The vision was a colored, geometric, kinetic picture of an energetic aspect of myself – quite possibly of my entire purpose.   Up from the ground flowed a funnel of green light.     From above flowed down an opposing funnel of pink light.     Both met and expanded outward at my solar/heart center, the pink and green becoming a far reaching radiant gold.     The point of the green light grew out of the dome of the Earth, and the pink light descended from the arc of the Heavens.  Where these two colors of love met in the middle,  was perhaps the purpose of life.   Especially as it expands outward to touch all other life.

When I let go of the tree, the leaf was still going to town.    I held the phone light near it to get a better look, and it stopped.    I stood up, backed up, and apologized, thanking it for getting my attention.    In no time it was shaking like a leaf again.    I watched it for a long time, mentioning various things I am grateful for.    I excused myself, walked a short way downhill, and turned a last time to look at it.    It was no longer moving.    It would have been quite easy to believed I had simply experienced some vagary of precocious wind.

That was the vision.    Not very complicated.     Fits what I already believe.    When I left the woods, and was on the open muddy trail beneath a moonless sky, I noticed that Orion and The Plieades  were above my right shoulder.    The recent vision continued to take on such clarity that it could easily become a painting.

What does your painting of yourself look like?     Where do anthropomorphic and deopomorphic conflict?    We become easily lost in the imagined differences.     I think I made up one of those words, but couldn’t think of a better one.

Meeting Beyond the Mind

Where do attachment and expectation meet?     One generally learns much of the heart of Buddhism – or any path that leads back through the heart – the hard way.   By losing something and letting it go.

And that is that suffering wouldn’t occur without one of the many forms of attachment  involved.    We learn that by letting go of an idea, a person, an object, a crusade, a fear, something better is gained.     It may be a tough sell, but there is never extra room for divine manifestation in a full vessel.

Where does expectation come in here?    One of the first things a life coach learns is the effects of expectations versus agreements in one’s relationship with any of the infinitely possible attachments.    Especially if it’s a relationship.   But then what isn’t a relationship?     It doesn’t exist.     If that’s what you believe.    Getting out of our comfort zone, no matter how miserable it might be, is never automatically easy.

I was good with knowing that by losing, I gained.     This is not to be confused with having fun.     Then it occurred to me that I am continuously expecting quite a lot, and am really quite attached to what it is.

I am expecting a great awakening.    Soon would of course be wonderful, as it’s certainly been predicted long enough.     The ongoing political media side show distracts entirely from the “secret” insidious stuff being actively implemented all the time to keep us off balance.     It works very well on most people.     Much of it is in plain “unbelievable” sight.     For instance, weather broadcasters aren’t allowed  to mention the massive six decades old chemtrail operation that makes fools out of their predictions.     This is not a “theory” but a blatant act of crowd consciousness suppression.     So, yes, I am attached to the idea that people might wake up from this and all the other abuses we benignly allow to be done to us.     It won’t stop until we collectively demand it, which must begin with our believing it.

I am attached to the idea of, and the truth of, and inevitable manifestation of, an awakened, enlightened, liberated, – and happy finally – mass of divine beings: US.

Does my being attached to this put a jinx on my master plan?    Of course not, unless I’m weak enough to be talked out of believing it.

As every speck of reality is belief based, just as quantum and particle physics is proving, it is important to believe responsibly.     Being attached to the expectation that a golden shift in human consciousness is imminent is pointless without believing it.    Just as pointless as believing that you can’t live without something that you really can.

But then learning how to openly believe that everything is ours to begin with, in the face of every imaginable third dimensional challenge, is one of the requisites.

When enough beings share in the same selfless expectation (for where else will peace be found?) it is no longer an attachment, but a collective mandate for Reattachment.   And rewards beyond popular description.

Can we have expectation without attachment?   It is how we define both words.     Do we choose to be lost in semantics or simply liberated in truth?

It would be, and is, very simple to believe that all of the above words are flowery nonsense, and to deny their truth.     It is truly easier to complain, or not, and not really think about why the world is the way it is, without remembering that we Are the why and the what of it all.

I am now going to go sit on the couch, watch Fox News, and eat a nice processed snack.

As Above; So Below

As above; so below, is about US.    Our world around us is the unwitting an inevitable result of our own divine creative power.      What we may believe is being done “to” us, we are actually doing ourselves “for” (or “against”) us.    We can only lament that which we have manifest and empowered with our systems of belief.     Our divinity never separates itself from anything made from it – which is everything.     Our not believing this has a powerfully chaotic effect which usually tempts us to blame someone or something else.    Do not confuse this with any kind of written doctrine, which can only obscure and not illuminate.     We each resonate with Source, because it is always within us,  in infinitely unique ways.     Imagining above and below as separate is an ancient conspiracy of suppression of the divine.

We TOO Are The Gift

It is well not to just think of life itself as a gift, but to become gratefully aware of the phenomenal giveaway that is our personal divinity: our being part of all that is, through our own infinitely finite selves.    That understanding is the mystical “secret” of the ages, lived, experienced, and taught by every ascended Master.    If we need to understand “scientifically,” then understand that this “miracle” is encoded in our twelve – not two – strands of DNA.    We too are “God”, but never the whole thing, as the somewhat intelligent “self” has deluded many to believe.     To appreciate that this is truth means to cherish the tiny, yet universal, role we each get to play.     It is our only important role, and always with immense potential when accepted.    Therein lies the magic of Buddha, Jesus, Krishna, Melchizedek, Mother Mary, Krishna, Quan Yin, Lakshmi, Devi, and countless others both recognized and unknown by the masses struggling through their individual paths.     Each of these is aware that they are among the infinite expressions of Source Consciousness, but never separate – each a slightly different flavor of the One Personality of Creation.

The center of the universe connecting all that is lies within each of us, even when we are lost in our own colorful and elaborate darkness.    The only “sin”, if such a thing truly exists, is to disavow this truth and behave in an inevitable disconnected way, causing selfish harm to ourselves or others.

What Kind of Combination Lock Are We?

Supreme Consciousness, The Tao, The Divine, “God”; whatever name we may assign to this mystery of infinite creation, might be viewed as every open heart in the multiverse.    It clearly can’t yet be claimed by humanity as a group.   The unfathomable “everything” has countless open hearts, and only then is it all One thing, one system.    Humanity has been given countless opportunities – not the least part of which is Grace – and has long been the elusive key to unlocking the nature of the golden Pan – Eden for all beings everywhere.   It is not so much a place as a state.

We had to try every other possible option or challenge including  very counter intuitive acts of self and mutual annihilation before letting them go and reaping the silk of paradise – no matter what one might consider that state to really be.    To do this, and there are those who believe we are finally close, we had to go through all those past and current crazy things that we either do, or allow others to do for us – or to us.    It’s been a long harsh repetitive process of remembering we all deserve more.

Those who don’t, can’t, WON’T, awaken to self and mutual love and acceptance, will remain the magnetic core of the spitting image of life on Old Earth.    They can always have that.   The rest of us, who intuitively understand that we are EACH the key, each an integral number in the combination of ONE THING, shall surely enjoy the New Earth we are creating.   To believe this is a fantasy is to choose to remain behind the old door.

EdenWold, The Trilogy

EdenWold the novel has decided it’s a trilogy for sure.    The first revised draft of EdenWold, Book One, is finished,   And Book Two is off to a fun start.

So far, the cast of interacting characters includes Girl, Dragon, Bur the raccoon, Lena the bantam and other chickens, hedgehogs, quail, giraffes, kangaroos, wallabies, wombats, toucans, camels (both dromedary and bactrian),  mountain goats, a vulture named Buzz, a unicorn named Faith, a box turtle named Mortimer, a beaver family headed by Warden and Juno Carver, a cricket named Tian, and a king snake named Stan.   Of course there are talking trees.    And other conscious things.

Girl’s teaching arena around the fire pit has already had several holographic presentations of significant world changing events.    The community is currently preoccupied with construction of a ferry terminal to deal with a river that appeared overnight, separating the western end of the proliferating garden.    We assume the Carvers shall more than prove their worth in this endeavor.

The standup comedy troupe of hyenas has yet to appear.