Grandmomma's TreeUnity Consciousness #1737

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(Part 9vb of 11)

There was a tree growing on our land. The tree was much older than me. What specie of tree it was never mattered to me. A tree was a tree was a tree. All I knew intuitively, is that that tree was right where it was supposed to be.

Grandmomma's Tree was part of normalcy, always there, with an air of invincibility, invisibility. It was the dinosaur in full bloom in the room.

Grandmomma's Tree survived the bumps and bruises of insects and seasons.
It survived the deluges of wind and flood.
It survived the neglect of lack of respect due to not inquiring more into its ways and reasons.

Throughout these days, like luster on page, Grandmomma's Tree began to fade, yet was unnoticed and neither was its true age.

In the middle of the night, when all was, but not quiet, in the midst of thunder and lightning storm, Grandmomma's Tree laid down for the first time in a long time.
Nothing can bring down the circular-rooted divine except the hands of time as it marches on like a freight train with eternal sight harvesting souls from bowls of dark matter and feeding souls from bowls of light.

When standing near Grandmomma's Tree, its fourfold span seemed enormous beyond the stretch of reaching to comprehend.
When walking around Grandmomma's Tree lying down on the ground, I realized its size was even greater. My perspective begin to branch, even going beyond that which I perceive. Thank goodness believing is contained by knowing on both sides, just as start and finish segment the journey of repetitive lives.

This causes life's individual motions to always be contained within and between the legs, arms, feet and head of Parent Truth.
It causes our collective life motions to always reduce to starting what was finished and finishing what was started.

To them that have anything at all, decide which end and which hand you are using and how it contributes to the collective logic circulating that needs reversing and adjusting.

Now, whenever I see any tree, I still see Grandfather's Tree that mothered me. It looks more like the specie me, yet is more than human as far as the eye can see.
My renewed Sekari rises above the famished land...
...manifesting essence, using remembered mobility and eco-sensibility to replant The Same Tree throughout the land.