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Recieved: 2000/11/09 13:10
Subject: [K-list] Tree Poll results (long)
From: Druout
On 2000/11/09 13:10, Druout posted thus to the K-list:
Dear Lists,
Ten people from three different lists have related their tree stories. I
find it fascinating that while 6 of these stories come from two Kundalini
lists with a combined membership of over 700 people, four of these stories
come from a list, that is not specifically K related, of only 33 members.
Now if this was a poll on Snake stories, I wonder what the result would
be!....LOL!
Here are excerpts from the stories. Sorry about the length of this, but they
make a wonderful group, I think!
Thanks everyone!
Love, Hillary
**********
...all my experiences began with a tree when I was twenty four--near on
forty
years ago. It is a long story and there is no way I can go into it all
here.
But I felt the need to take a day off work and just go sit over the moors
alone. My attention was caught by the ugliest thing in creation-- a bent
twisted pathetic runt of a moorland Rowan tree.
I could not stop looking at is pathetic form and uselessness; it served no
function in existence and it was ugly beyond words. I could not walk away
from this damned stupid useless tree. I was stuck there for about five or
six
hours until sundown --talking to this tree --in my head obviously. I would
argue my point, and then somehow, in my head, the tree was arguing its
point
and criticising me --weird stuff eh. But where were the words and concepts
coming from that landed in my head?
When this "conversation". Was over I wept with joy, for that tree made me
see
things and understanding things that a boy had never comprehended. That
night
whilst sitting listening to music I was transported to another reality for
three hours --the paradise of the transcendent realm, the beginning and the
end of Being, and which all the genuine mystics have spoke of throughout
time. But that was only the start mate.
Dick Richardson: rwrATnospameggconnect.net (rwr)
***********
I was running through the hills of Manoa Valley, outside
Honolulu, around midnight. I love running at night, the air cool and
misted, the valley quiet and respectful......
When the Chinese came to Oahu, in the middle 1800's I think, they
immediately laid out a glorious final resting place for their
ancestors-to-be. They picked the most beautiful land on the island,
and feng-shuied it to perfection. Nestled back at the end of the
valley, where the mountain crests meet, they planted a Banyan tree,
smack in the middle. By the time I arrived on my fateful night, the
tree was over 100 years old, huge, magnificent, awe-inspiring.
One unusual characteristic of the tree is the fact that it is hollow
in the middle. You can stand with both feet flat on the ground in
the center of this enormous being and look straight up through its
universe of branches. The innermost elements of the tree are
blackened, as if lightening had struck it, I thought. ...
It had become my habit to run to this tree, stand within it, say a
prayer of appreciation, and then emerge and look out over Honolulu
down below me. Well, on this particular night, I had run pretty hard
and was very sweaty and breathing harder than usual. As soon as I
got inside the tree, I stretched up, arching my back, and rested both
of my palms on the stub of a branch that had been amputated some time
in the distant past.
As I'm trying to regain my breath, I suddenly realize I'm
being kind of rude. I've run right into the middle of this amazing being
and hung my sweaty hands on the center of its amputated limb. So without
thinking about anything, I start to say in my mind, "Hello."
Before I can get to the second syllable of that word, I am interrupted by a
big, loud, enthusiastic, and very friendly voice from within my head
who almost yells, "HI!"
I'm stunned. Because of my experience with the other voice, I am
not paralyzed with amazement, but I do notice that the tree- voice sounds
as if it were coming from inside my head, not outside as before.
Nonetheless, it sounds nothing at all like self talk, or imagination,
or anything initiating from me.
Panting, still stretching on the tree, I think, Did I just hear
that? Did I just hallucinate that? Was that the - and before I can
think the word "tree", a loud, "YES!" interrupts my thoughts.
Okay, okay, I'm talking to a tree. Stranger things have
happened. To me. Gather yourself girl, take advantage of this opportunity.
Be respectful. Quick! What is tree etiquette?
So mentally clearing my throat, still conscious of my hands on the
limb stub and a part of me wondering if that's our connection, I
start again. I start to project another mental greeting,
"Hel-" gets out and again the tree interrupts me with another big, back
slapping "HI!"
Now I'm convinced I'm talking to a tree, a very enthusiastic
tree, an interrupting tree, and I cannot think of another thing to say.
Saying hello again sounds completely asinine, but I simply cannot
think of anything appropriate. Finally, grasping at straws, feeling
self conscious and so new age I can't believe this is the best I
can come up with, I mentally say, "Is there something you would like
to tell me?"
This time silence. No interruption, no answer at all.
Scrambling for a genuine communication, still feeling like a bumbling
alien in the land of grace, knowing this experience is precious and
I could be blowing it by being so clueless, well aware of the time
passing and fearing a loss of connection, I finally blurt out,
"Is there something you would like to tell all people?"
Again, the tree interrupts me before I can get to the ". . . all
people." But I know it knows the end of the sentence, it's
just not wasting our time.
"Teach them to love death," the tree says.
Anne: ajakahnATnospamcitlink.net (aja kahn)
************
This was in 1955. I was living in Las Vegas, Nevada. Memorial Day weekend
was coming up and it seemed like a good time for a friend of mine and I to
get out of town and do something different. We were both working at the
Nevada Test Site and with Operation Teapot just concluded (14 above-ground
shots) we felt like unwinding.
... After a while we took off for King's Canyon National Park. We got there
sometime in the afternoon....
All this time since we left the car I hadn't seen any people. For a while I
just wandered around all by myself. Eventually got to feeling lazy, found a
place under a big sequoia that looked comfortable. So I lay down and sort
of let loose, and listened, and looked at the tree over me, and up at the
sky, and the clouds, and smelled all the new smells, just generally getting
to know the place.
At some point I noticed there were thoughts in my head that I wasn't
thinking. What caught my attention was that the thoughts were not like my
thoughts. I don't mean in content, I mean the way they felt. Alien, but
not scary at all. Just really different. Not slow, really, but very
steady, very much not-mixed-up. And I guess I had relaxed enough not to
shut it out.
After a bit I began to recognize what these "thoughts" were. I was lying
underneath this huge sequoia tree, and what I was (somehow) picking up on
the tree working out some changes in its seeds to make them germinate
easier, or better, or something. Not thinking about it, then doing
something, like we might do. The "thought" and the "act" were all one piece.
This was long-term work, but time didn't seem to be important. Maybe that
was part of the difference I felt.
These "thoughts" weren't in words, but I have to tell it in words. And it
wasn't thinking at me at all, or even about me. I was there, and in the
right frame of mind or something, and just tuned in somehow. Well, that's
what happened that afternoon.
***********
I too have had a profound experience with a tree. It happened in 1984,
whilst
I was undergoing a series of intense experiences. Instead of speaking to a
tree, I actually so identified with one that it was as if I had become it.
I
experienced myself and ...my partner, as two ancient oak trees. I was
rooted
to the spot (pun intended) for about a day whilst I really experienced the
essence of what it was to be that tree. My roots going so deeply into the
earth; my branches reaching high to the heavens and also stretching way,
way
back in time, incredibly ancient, incredibly powerful. It was as if I was
spreading out a protective covering of branches and leaves across the whole
of history. What wisdom there was in just being that tree, feeling the
strength of it, the compassion of it as it sheltered so many beneath its
great form. To know that tree was to know "God".
And when years later I had the experience of seeing myself coming down to
earth from a place that seemed to be my home, I saw that tree again, that
mighty form looking down on me with such compassion. I put my arms around
it
and it poured into me such love and strength, that just the very recalling
of
it makes me weep. How I love that tree.
*********
In my spine I would feel the presence of a formidable tree, a trunk with my
roots deeply into the earth as well surrounding and holding the earth, my
branches would lift themselves upwards as though inviting the heavens to be
embraced by me. A great cosmic intercourse. And (again strangely) the words
"Tree of Jesse" would
resound, the vibrations as though joining earth and universe in a loving
embrace....
***********
I was thinking of an inner tree just today.....
The tree is constant, growing from somewhere
in the lower body (the root chakra ?) up through the middle of the body (the
trunk) to the base of the skull, where the trunk first widens into a crown.
The tree crown includes the head.
I take this to be the sight (inner sight, the tree shining golden colored)
and presence of nerves and fascicles in the spine, going up to the base of
the brain and nerves and energy in the brain itself.
Not very exciting and mystical or ? :)
The tree is simply just there. But of course its presence feels very good.
:)
In the beginning, the top of the tree, the crown, looked and felt like a
broad wedge of light driven down between the brain hemispheres to split the
skull (?). The sight of this wedge made me a little bit nervous, so I must
say I like the image of a golden tree with a wide crown better. :)
Right before writing this, I watched a travel program on tv about England and
the Glastonbury Tor in South England. The Glastonbury Tor is a site which
King Arthur is said to have visited during his search for the Holy Grail.
It hit me that the nerve tree with an added base as broad as the tree crown,
that of the root chakra and the nerves of the upper legs, create the shape of
a medieval goblet seen in profile... May this be the Holy Grail ? :)
**********
It must be that "Tree's" plays a major role in the human psyche and has
become of somewhat of an archetypal phenomena. The works of Robert Graves -
The White Goddess - and the tree alphabet and much more... that is written
in these pages... most will not be known except to only to the mystic at
heart.
************
Perhaps not in the same vein as these other experiences, but often times
after quite a good meditation I will be full of energy and often decided to
walk it off. I often feel extremely drawn to trees, and will stand against
the trunk. The feelings elicited are quite spectacular, calmness stillness,
I can feel the individual branches moving as if they were arms of my own
body. The tree can feel different ways, often times I have held a tree and
felt pain and then to find a recently chopped limb(?). Well I don't
considered myself a tree hugging hippy (non-derogatory), but this is
sometimes that I find drawn to do.
*************
Had an experience with the late Terrence McKennah where he not only told us
we would meet the tree elves but described them in great and accurate detail
before the experience. The drug was an Ayayasca [sp?] brew. Yes, it was a
shared "hallucination".
Coming out of a bad period 13 years ago a white oak adopted me. My current
main tree is a black hickory. I meditate with it by leaning against its
trunk as a run my Chakras. Powerful energies flow as I pull up through the
muldahara and send love back through it.
Trees communicate with other trees of the same and different species through
chemical signals in their root systems. I think we can tap [whoops!] into
this on a nonverbal level.
Saving trees is a metaphysical mandate as well as an ecological one.
************
I was at a grounding dance class & I met Mother Earth. Yes She is my Mother
too. I never felt more alive nor cherished & loved. I felt akin to wood
nymphs. It was glorious. I never felt I fit my mother & grandmother human
family. They felt alien to me. When I met Mother it fit. I now know I am an
earthling.
Now this helps me understand the ways of the Aborigines more. This is good
because 5 generations back there was a full blooded Aboriginal ancestor in
my family apparently. I would like to read more from anyone who has met &
written about Mother :-) I used to just think of earth as an object beneath
my feet. ...The message I seemed to get was that when the wood nymphs dance
they create the trees.
END
***********
Poll:
In the 60's my husband and I lived in a cabin among some wonderful redwood
trees. Some friends were visiting and one of them had brought along some
LSD. Gil told me later that while on LSD the friends had both turned into
tree elves.
So...... the mini poll question is:
Have you ever had a "mystical" tree experience? And, of course, what was it
like? :)).
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