The Mayan Messenger ~ Magazine For Personal & Planetary Transformation

 INTER-SPECIES COMMUNICATION - by Skandar

(Inter-species communication between Skandar and

an ancient Bristlecone Pine tree) 2/21/08

 

“UP SIDE DOWN”

“What is up-side down?” says the oldest living “spirit” on

top of a white mountain in Eastern California. Maybe a Zen

master would have the reply, “is that so?”.

This is the core ring of this “Tree Story” to be told.

This particular tree I call Father Bristlecone. He has his

own postcards and poster at the visitor’s center, lives in a

grand location, on a steep slope; majestic REAL estate.

Like a close relationship, it has been built over time,

sharing many experiences and stories. Sharing vibrations is

my favorite; I might use tuning forks or white light

pendulums -through his bark and he’ll share some very

dense grounding vibes that would set me back to Zero

point….

So, let’s shift the focus now to a tactile experience in a word

format. Let’s listen in, shall we….?

Skandar (SK): “What tone may I bring forth to you today,

oh Father Bristlecone…?”

There is a long pause, the wind whips up, and a cloud

covers the sun rays, a cosmic shiver…..

Appears:

Father Bristlecone (FB): “There is not a time line for me

Skandar. I just sprouted and been here ever since. I am a

very interesting term, though a whole, speaks as a part of.

I might grow deep inside for nouristument and love the

domesticity of feeling being nurtured by density; I believe

you call Gaia….”

“FB”: “On the other side - of which you speak of, my air

roots get tickled by what you call seasons. They may

expand, absorb a green light, snap off, and lose touch,

Skandar your words make no sense, yet the vibe does,

continue on…

FB: You made a remark last time when we got together

about a superstition about me, frankly…

That I had branches, and a trunk and roots to boot. Thanks

for the profile that could summon me to be a mere tree.

Ya, and same to you…..”

So Skandar, same to you…also…

FB: “Let’s just say, my mouth is in the ground, eating away

at the very local, well,

Let’s say, mineral bar,

And my feet as you call yours, stand on the sky,

And

So you call me up side down….

Dear Skandar, you who move around

And I have stood here for many a moment,

As you like to describe as “Now’s”

Sk:”Can You….”

FB: If you can love me as one, not as a branch, a root, or a

trunk or a branch to be….

I can love you as is - on the run, asleep, as is, maybe to be,

and most important,

Just as is…

Maybe to be up-side down is right side up and there be

therapy ever lasting…..

There be the final vibe,

“So who is up-side down”….?”

Fingers in the Sky, like the Bristlecone

Or

Just us, a Pair of Us in a pair of ego-nesses.

Let’s rest on this…..