The Talking Tree Part 1 October 13, 2009Posted by Crazy Mermaid in Delusions, ESP, Hallucinations, mental illness.
Tags: ESP, mental illness
As I strolled down the lane, my trusty rat terrier, Randy, bounced ahead of me, ducking in and out of the low bushes, stopping here and there to deposit his watery mark.
Several weeks prior, God had revealed to me my Purpose In Life. I was The Chosen One, charged with the special duty that would unlock the secrets of the universe to the mass of humanity inhabiting out tiny planet.
Contemplating how I would fulfill my mission, I came to the realization that I had absolutely no idea how to accomplish my God-given task. Distractedly, I walked along the lane, looking at, but not really seeing, the scenery as I contemplated my undertaking. The majestic cedars and stately pine trees swayed slightly in the wind, but I didn’t really notice. I was too bent on looking from a sign from God. Everywhere I looked, I saw nothing to help me. How was I supposed to proceed?
Coming to a stop in front of a large tree at the end of the lane, I stared hard. A tree. A tree? A TREE!
When I first look at that tree, I saw a relatively inanimate object. It swayed in the wind, but it didn’t budge on its own. Why would it need to? Everything it needed to survive came to it. Food and water came to it. Pollination came to it. And when I got down to it, its ability to absorb nourishment from sunlight made it superior to me.
But did trees have souls? Did they get lonely, longing for the company of others trees?
The answer to those questions, it became clear to me, was found in the world of dimensions. Relegated to the realm of algebraic equations, dimensions held no life-affirming purpose in my life. What did they mean to me? I lived in three dimensions. The only dimensions I needed to survive. Or were they?
To quote Oprah Winfrey, my “ah-ha moment” came as I stood face to face with that tree. Turning on my ESP, I held out my hands, palms up, as I slowly circled the tree, feeling its vibration as the energy flowed from it to me and back. The tree was talking to me.