Native
American cultures could follow a steam with their minds and see
what was up ahead. They could pick up a rock and read it's information.
It
was one of those books I was reading one day, when I read about
trees. The instructions were to become a tree, and then view the
world from the height of a tree.
"Just
imagine yourself as a tree," the book stated. "Then
when you are able to be a tree, you can look down on the world
from above."
I
was excited about the chance to have an aerial view while I was
still standing on the ground... glad not to have to fly around
in an airplane. Airplanes scare me.
And
so I tried the instructions in the book not knowing that what
was about to happen would be something I would never be able to
forget.
I
closed my eyes and imagined I was a tree, I had a trunk and I
grew branches and made some leaves and grounded myself by growing
roots. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see find myself
looking down on my house. I ran my thoughts along the gutters...
marveled at the bird sitting on my chimney. Then I moved over
to my neighbors house... was fascinated by her roof and went on
to observe the rest of the neighborhood.
It
didn't take too long for me to get bored looking at roofs. So
I commanded my thoughts to come back down to earth and started
to walk away.
It
was at that moment that I realized I had a problem. I couldn't
move. I tried again... no movement.
It
didn't take long to realize that I had psychically imagined being
a tree too intensely. I had grown roots for my tree and now I
was stuck there in the middle of my sidewalk unable to move.
Later
when I actually took some psychic classes, I learned that I didn't
have to become a tree to see from above. I could just project
my vision and look down. But at this moment in time, I was young
and totally uninformed about any psychic abilities. It would be
years before I would take my first psychic class.
So
there I was stuck to the ground unable to move. AND.... I couldn't
wait several years to get some psychic training to teach me how
to "unroot".
I
was all on my own, trying to figure it what I should do next...trying
not to panic...trying now to scream for help.
It
was a little scary at first. What if I was always a tree? How
would I explain to the neighbors why I was standing in the middle
of my sidewalk for days... months...years!
Would
rain get me all wet? Would snow fall on my head? Would birds drop
"gifts" from heaven on my head? Would the sun bake my
skin? Did I need to order tons of suntan lotion? These were important
questions.
A little voice in my head whispered, "Don't panic."
"Yea
it is easy for you to say, 'Don't panic,' " I yelled back.
"You are not a tree!"
I
took a few deep breaths and wondered how I could get out of my
predicament. Finally, I reasoned, "If I could do the steps
backward that had gotten me into this predicament then I could
undo what I had done to become a tree. Then maybe, just maybe,
I could become "a people" again.
So
I squeezed my eyes shut and thought of erasing the tree. I took
dissolved the leaves and the branches and the trunk. One more
step and I would be free... I hoped. I crossed my fingers and
dissolved the roots in the ground.
Then...
with a whole lot of excitement, I found myself free. I jumped
around like a monkey, so happy to be "a people" again.
I
wanted to run down the street yelling, "I'm not a tree! I'm
not a tree!" But in the end, I figured that the neighbors
might have thought me a wee bit strange.
I
couldn't tell my neighbors I was a tree and that I had looked
down on their houses... wandering all around the neighbor looking
down from my aerial view. I just couldn't tell them.
I
can't tell you either. Shhh!!!!
P.S.
This is a true story.
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