A friendship that lasts Eons

A different way to look at the world.

Brace yourself for some crazy. Embrace the uncertainty principle of this liminal space. I keep a journal for autobiographical stuff and, to hash out my challenging emotions. I do not think it interesting at all. Boring. Except for a very few things, like you might hear about in a fairy story or a native american story. I make note of such stories, because i can relate to them. I believe some of them to be absolutely true. I cannot list them all here (there must be hundreds). But this, is my story, and maybe, it is part of yours. It is, part of the human story for sure and, of our place in this world.

If you look throughout history humans have always had companions natural to them. Not just Dogs, cats and horses and buffalo. Plants have been with us, soil, fungi, trees. Maybe, It is how i can feel not alone, even though i am not part of a religious organization, i still have a spiritual community. If the Divine is all around, then, how can you be spiritually isolated? You live in A sort of spiritual family. A multidimensional One that connects me to this time and place, and to my ancestors in the distant past. Maybe, The native people where i live are not wrong to call the plants “grandparents”. They came before and there is, an exchange that benefits us both. =——-We feed each other when we die.—-A fair and just trade. From the soil i live on, to the air i breathe, to the wind and the waters flowing around me and within. All the rays of light, and life energies, all things around me. How can you feel isolated when you are surrounded by living things? I only feel lonely when other humans are around who have no awareness but their drugs. How easy it is to forget, the life all ‘round us. How easy to loose connection to our natural home.

So, Why not have names for the wind and the waters and the soils? Why not be friendly to them or at least respectful? Clearly they have awareness, as they act on their own behalf, quite intelligently. Why would they Not be aware of you and i? Well, here is my story of how the plants first spoke to me, before i was taught This, was impossible. I have spent ages of my life figuring out How, it was done, and i think i know a fair bit about it. That, i will save that for later. After the story. What do you need to know? It was in the 1960’s, and i would probably not remember it now if i have not written it in a journal. I have a truckload of journals. It was this time of year. The fall.

I may have been Three. My young mother took me out in those sit up strollers, that could be buckled snugly. Hated those buckles, resented not being able to move. The air was crisp and the fallen leaves crunched all round, before and behind me. I marveled at the sound, but shortly we stopped. Mom wanted to chat with the neighbor. She was invited to sit on the porch and left the stroller, and me in it, by the fence. To my right a venerable rosebush stood guard. I did not know what it was, what caught my attention was the red. So red. Luminous. Rose-hips. That Luminosity is something to watch for. It is said to be a sign that the veil is thin between the other world and this one.

“you, should eat this.” someone said. I could not see any person. I did not expect the plant, but i just accepted it. A skeptic since birth, I returned, “I have not learned that is a thing to be eaten.” That soft voice said clearly “ I made it just for you”. “It is, very beautiful, but that does not make it food.” “Don’t you know how to tell? I will show you. Smell It First.” I easily reached a hip and brought it close to my face and breathed. “Oooh. It does indeed smell wonderful.” “Now, ask your heart, does it feel happy to eat it?” (this part is hard to do and, got me in trouble later, but, that is another story) I did feel a tiny spark of joy, in my heart. It was so tiny, so faint, i was still, unsure. Ok, I thought to myself, I will just nibble the tip and if it tastes bad i will spit it out fast. (i was amazing at that) “Deal.”said the voice. I bit the tip and, i was so astonished at the tart sweetness of it, i let go! The hip snapped back quite a way from me, too far to reach now. I looked at the wheels of the stroller, i had not moved. I was ready to eat the rest. I could not for the life of me reach it, now. I also, could not understand how i even reached it in the first place. Perplexing.

Now, I grant, that a human could have easily toyed with me at that age. If it never, ever happened again, i might agree with you. But, it did. In a very different way. With a different plant. It has happened several times even recently. Back then, People said i was so creative, when i told them, that it was my imagination. Great! i thought. If it was my imagination, then, i can imagine it when ever i wish. Nope. Can’t do it. No matter how hard i try. Now, i want to make clear something. Not all things in nature are kindly to humans. Everything should be judged on an individual basis, except things like Yellow-jackets, Pig weed and scorpions and the like. They have a place. just as we do. They are just not our family, and not to be associated with.

If you like this story and want to hear more , just let me know! I only have a few. A lot of things need to be in place before such things can happen. The fungal biome of plants and the electrolytes in the soil. See my mushroom article for more of a foundation.