Well what shall I talk about, as I was saying we subconcious part of the human part of all of you, store information from the past. Hey I wonder what is in everyones storage space, is it good or is it a disgrace, only joking now as we keep all things within our vaults, right back to when each one of you were born. We store both the good and the bad.
Over the years I have let Edi have her way with words, much has been discussed and put down on paper, they mainly come from just thinking. One of the inspirational thing stored within my vault is a thought on "What If" and it began with "The First Thing". Edi was trying to think up headings for books etc., mainly for her own pleasure but it was just that, a pleasure to think, her dilemma began ......
"I suppose one of the first things to decide is what shall I call it? Not easy as my first title was "Tree of Life". To me this covers a whole lot of things, my one barrier is the fact that it has been used before. The second was "Hilltop Manor".
So where do I go from there? Perhaps for the moment I will leave it and see what comes to mind.
Had I called it "The Tree of Life" what would I have written about? I visualised a "seed" being planted, an acorn appearing many years ago when the earth was barren. Indeed did the earth exist? I have often wondered thereagain, what is a seed? It is a word created by mankind so if we take away the word we have nothing but events, visualisation, but what is visualisation?
Let me make my mind a blank as though there was nothing, nothing but darkness. Within that darkness a "seed" was living but the darkness knew nothing of a "seed", so why did it appear? It was restless it had enough of not being heard it wanted to be the first ever word.
So we have a "seed" born from the almighty path of nothingness, something which was striving to become alive, something which badly wanted to survive. For our story we will let it, we will feed it, we will watch it grow.
Now our seed was existing in the universe of darkness wanting to learn, it only had it's own thought, it was totally alone. It stayed within it's cloak of darkness creating within it's own mind, energy. It digested all the energy until out of the darkness there sprang a light, a tiny spark but oh so bright. The darkness changed itself to day; the light had come to show the way.
Our little seed felt so alive, it knew it had the courage to survive, it had found a friend, that friend was light. Things gradually became clear and he knew that salvation was near. He only had to ask to be shown the way for his darkness to become eternal day.
A seed within a seed for his thought began to grow, his energy was strong he knew he had to survive. He waited patiently within the darkness knowing that his salvation was not far away. He waited until Mother Earth had been created; he waited for the soft rich soil.
He planned his descent upon a beam of light he reached the soil within the dead of night; he surrounded himself and hid away. The little seed began expanding it took over his mind; it changed into an acorn of an "earthy" kind.
Now the acorn began to shed it's covering it wanted to become something great and magnificent, something which would grow, something which man would love and know. It became a "Tree" and so for our story the first tree is born.
Our tree decided to just watch and grow for man would come along and he wanted to know and experience their feelings. He was hoping it would just be love but as the years passed he knew he was wrong. He could not just sing a loving song for man became greedy, some forgot the needy.
Poor little seed what had he done, he had left the safety of a dark, dark home and now he had to sit and watch man, he had to experience the wars and turmoil of uncertainty because man couldn't quite see that love would possibly take them home.
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Poor little seed I agree and he couldnt do anything to alter the way. If you look around you will see his descendants standing firmly in the ground. I am willing to bet that they could tell many a story of man's hates and man's glory.
signing off your friend, Juan.
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