Healing With The Trees Vol. 1
Painted by Ericka Pochybova - Johnson
Choosing The Journey Home
As I move, grow and wander through this human experience I’ve come to know - recently - the great reflection of our friends, trees.
This path of un-ending self exploration catapults the being into many exploratory journeys, similar to the changing seasons Gaia spirals through.
Sometimes I’m warm like spring, birthing new realities, swimming through the stars, feeling completely whole and home with source’s light reaching every cell. More often however, I’m autumn laying at the foot of God nursing the wounds of a scar I couldn’t even remember.
This journey of ‘self’ leads the seeker digging through rubble, to find a version of self they forgot existed - torn up and bleeding a gentle kiss to the forehead to soothe their aching spirit… When we continuously bring these pieces of us home (back to self) we are organically healing not just our own soul, not just our ancestors but the planetary consciousness.
In the density of our planet right now, it is very easy to feel we are alone. Like something massive is missing from our hearts, our souls.
A golden sheep - the singular setting sun. Without one another we are missing a vital piece. Because this whole reality, universe and collective consciousness is built on the union of all into one - a singular sun, made by a billion.
And so when we choose day by day to show up on this planet, gently reweaving the sacred intricacies inside, we need to be held. Held by source’s unifying love, within the tender arms of all -to withstand the whipping debris of the storm. Trusting when we stand inside the knowing of our completeness, and in overflow of this love from GOD, from each other… we can battle anything. We weren’t sent here with no resources, a crash landing victimhood scene of “I’ve been smite-ted!!” … those are the bloopers. We the warriors, healers, the gnosis of earths kingdom know this truth. Remember.
So, we fumble at times choosing this path of remembrance, and wandering through the darkness we sometimes trip - it makes sense. Luckily a lot of the time wandering through the tunnels of 3D consciousness we’ll bump into one another - a smile from a previous lifetime, an energy, epiphany, deja vu that we’ve been in this space before - the unlocking of an energy we’ve already experienced.
Our unity can be our home. A beautiful friend of mine said to me recently she thinks often of what a miracle it is ‘we’re all here together, at the same time.’ What a strength. A quaking relief, you and I move through this journey together.
The Heart of A Tree
The roots of trees are blind, and very tiny in the beginning of their life. All they can do is feel - love and grow. They dig through the thickness of the soil, the weight of the world their foe and friend. They nestle into the great darkness knowing that it is there, they will find true nourishment. The void - our holy mother. And as their roots venture deeper and deeper, blind, and growing they inter weave with one another, connecting, talking, sharing with one another. Deeper than that they connect to the oneness of everything on this planet, the honeycomb of mama Gaia - the womb.
Here, they collide and join hands. Here we are all holding hands.
I stood below a tree, sad and feeling a sense of aloneness, I asked the tree to show me that I’m not alone… and it giggled. The whole forest giggled, spewing golden autumn leaves down on me. The wind whistled and all the trees shook and threw their leaves upon the soil together.
They spoke into my heart, that we’re just like trees. Think of how many trees there are on the planet, how many flowers, vines, berry bushes, vegetables, mushrooms and ecosystems there are, and how it is all their roots melt downward towards the crystalline core of the earth. All of these seeds, cells, organisms were planted alone, began a one - into the cold hard earth. Yet breathing in the light of the sun, intuitively moving within the conscious awareness of their beautiful creation they were given just the right amount of strength to push through soil, through stone, through cement. Anywhere you look - even in disbelief that life could grow - they will.
The trees spoke to me that just as they start alone they too find one another, beneath the soil their roots, their energy, nutrients, relationships all form and collide. Helping, guiding loving one another. They communicate and need love just as we do. They exist only through love - and they don’t do it alone. Yet perhaps against all odds the tallest tree could stand on its own, in a plain field this tree could sway in the wind happily. Roots reaching into God. This tree would feel its connection. But most trees are together and they like to be. Some trees intertwine their trunks, some trees sprout out of others - born out of the dying trunk of a fallen friend. Like lovers, friends and family, trees will bask in the presence of those around them - even the joyous presence of humans.
Researcher Peter Wohlleben, a German forester, researcher and author writes;
“Why are trees such social beings? Why do they share food with their own species and sometimes even go so far as to nourish their competitors? The reasons are the same as for human communities: there are advantages to working together. A tree is not a forest. On its own, a tree cannot establish a consistent local climate. It is at the mercy of wind and weather. But together, many trees create an ecosystem that moderates extremes of heat and cold, stores a great deal of water, and generates a great deal of humidity. And in this protected environment, trees can live to be very old. To get to this point, the community must remain intact no matter what. If every tree were looking out only for itself, then quite a few of them would never reach old age. Regular fatalities would result in many large gaps in the tree canopy, which would make it easier for storms to get inside the forest and uproot more trees. The heat of summer would reach the forest floor and dry it out. Every tree would suffer.
Every tree, therefore, is valuable to the community and worth keeping around for as long as possible. And that is why even sick individuals are supported and nourished until they recover. Next time, perhaps it will be the other way round, and the supporting tree might be the one in need of assistance.
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A tree can be only as strong as the forest that surrounds it.”
As we walk outdoors, the hand holding bark of a tree is felt, the warmth of our palm is acknowledged. All of life lifts and dances as we move within it, speaking without words all that we could possibly yearn to hear. They speak to us through the dipping of their arching branches, the fluttering of their leaves, the allied help of the wind.
So much research has been done on the reaction plants have to human touch, our voices, our intentions. The physiological reactions they experience from a gentle tap on a leaf, or droplet of rain shows they’re extremely sensitive and aware to their environment. Extremely aware of their own aliveness. And within that, another friend, another being to be here with.
Reaching Heaven From Home
Ancient stories from Native peoples tell us that trees are the great elders, wisdom holders, protectors and guides.
Indigenous people treated nature as an ally and friend, they remembered the kindness given by nature around them and include these experiences in their passed down mythology and traditions. The story of the spirit boy Ojibwa and the birch tree says
“Ojibwa searched for the feather of a Thunderbird to make his bow and arrow. After taking the feathers from a baby Thunderbird in a nest, he tried to climb out of the next to return to his village.
The Thunderbirds were angry when they saw the feathers had been taken and chased after Winabojo who sought shelter in the hollow trunk of a birch tree. Winabojo was saved and he safely returned to his village.
Since the birch tree was strong enough to protect Winabojo, the Native Americans regard it as a strong and trustworthy mater and they use it to create many cultural objects. They also consider the tree to be a guiding symbol as it guided Winabojo to safety.. “
They - the tree’s, have towered over humans watching our movements and connecting through the length of their branches to heaven. Reaching ethereally beyond the veil, anchoring this wisdom back to Gaia Mother through their roots. Many tree’s alive today have witnessed wars, the upheaving of their own forest home, the dropping and extreme rising of temperatures, the awakening of planetary consciousness, helping and holding her steady as she unfolds.
Trees crowns are gigantic and wide open, breathing in the love from god. Gazing into the heavens at all times. Their hearts are tall, wide and motherly. Holy in their courage and reverence to all existence. And their roots - as we know support the flourishing of the whole planet. An anchoring of all - this reality we feel, smell, see and love.
Wise indeed they witness horror and bellow a silent “I forgive you”. Ancient souls, and masters will take the journey of being a tree, expanding their consciousness into the trunk and branches, experiencing the sweetness of holding space in a forest. And by doing so they are anchoring a frequency they maybe couldn’t in human form - something more subtle and potent. Across the whole globe is a massive grid networks of grandmother and grandfather trees, star seeds, elders and masters all alike here to raise the frequency of earth, to protect the holy mother Gaia. These souls have rested in the forests for centuries, praying and holding the line to God that we will prevail and come back home to Nature, to reverence, to God.
All the trees on the planet came from the one, the original intent, the original seed and flame holder. Just like us, just like everything we come from the one.
Tree’s according to the work of Amba'Aliana'Hi are said to be our original connection to Source, our point of contact. When there was no division, no loss of deep connection with the source of our being, these trees thousands of feet tall would inhale the essence of god and the trunk would deliver it home to us. Similar to the 12d tree grid in our own field, the unification and divine christos templating. The micro to the macro of our experience here on earth, the trees bring us home.
Anchoring us into this reality.
Similar to our own root centre, digging it’s fibres into the Krystalline core of the earth we’re then supporting our own foundation, and assisting Gaia. Allowing the castle to be built - knowing and trusting in the crystallization of this reality. Anchoring our souls here, for now. Holding space for one another. We don’t have to be alone, but we start that way. And the closer we get to God the closer we get to everyone around us. Because that’s how soured designed this experience. Us reflecting everyone and everyone needing to be seen inside that image of God - you.
Bibiliography
https://www.sciencealert.com/plants-really-do-respond-to-the-way-we-touch-them-scientists-reveal
https://nomadrs.com/secret-life-trees-astonishing-science-trees-feel-communicate/
https://symbolsage.com/symbolism-of-the-birch-tree/
