The Power of the Flower and the Tree

This morning I was blessed to share a magnificent conversation with friends of the same heartbeat. I was with a lady that has a green heart, nature and flowers and another one that has invisible wings of lightness.

Sharing a round table conversation of equality with them, we discovered the following :

A few days ago I was probing the auric field of a lovely wise lady, allowing me to sense her energy. Her auric field changed and got small at one point of the sensing moment. I asked her what she was thinking. She answered she was thinking of the grandchildren dancing, thinking it would be a nice thought to nurture her health and helping balancing out herself. However, the energetic reaction was the opposite, it grew very thin. Then I asked her to pick another thought, I did not direct her in any way. She chose something else, and the auric field grew amazingly wide, suddenly I found my arms sensing a ball of more than a meter diameter. The thought cherished was one of a simple flower, and the energetic harmonization was astonishing.

It confirmed to me the knowing that nature has a power that has been forgotten, it is a healing power and just thinking of a flower or a tree makes a huge difference. Amazing was to see that the thought of other people, be it good or bad, has an impact of reducing the energy strength. That is really interesting. She thought well of the grandchildren, however underneath the thought was hidden the sadness of not being with them. I believe that most people carry polarity within themselves, causing to have a weak iron effect on the energy and depleting it. Therefore thinking or even talking about others might just drain the energy, if one is unaware of that happening. Thinking of nature is being linked to neutral and everlasting unconditional love and grows the energy.

Being together with the 2 ladies this morning, I was combining our conversation with the above story, and together, bringing our inner wisdom into words, we came to the conclusion that a connection with a flower or a tree, generates a field of protection that brings well-being.

We were imagining ourselves walking through the streets of a lively city, with the protection cloth of an imaginary tree or a flower and the energy of the city would not affect ourselves. We imagined a group of elder persons, each of them imagining themselves to become a flower and we would see the energetic layer be healthy, making them young again, happy with themselves or any other positive effect.

We would suggest to people that have difficulty 'being-here' to merge with a tree in their imagination, and see the effect of that thought. For us it meant a great difference, an immediate result of very deep and silent grounding and strengthening.

We each tried to become a flower, and felt immediately the bliss feeling of just carrying that flower in our imagination.

There are enormous potential with this wisdom. With an open creative imagination, one can merge with a tree, a flower to become stronger.

One can heal himself with the intake of an imagined field of green. There are forests to inhale, flowers to exhale. There are worlds of natural elements to play with, and to bring to life from within the imaginatory field.

The effect on the body is tangible, and immediate. One might deal with a disease and heal with the own force, or make young again. It is amazing how far this can go, and it is only limited by your own imagination. Try for yourself, you really feel and are different with the bringing into life of nature inside yourself. Bringing yourself into life, magic.

aka Komaya

June 2010

The Tomtit in the Porch

The tomtit got into a porch through a half open door. The many windows showed it, it thought that there were many ways out.

However it could not see the glass. It hit the glass, not understanding the difficulty.

It got tired and stopped. It suddenly sensed the way out. The draft was showing him where to fly.

When you fly, you cannot hear the wind whispering.
When you fly, you do not sense its voice.
When you are sitting on the branch,
The wind is telling you a thousand secrets.

The Hallway of worlds

There is a hallway in front of me. It is long and it is colorful, the walls have amazing and beautiful colors and every 5 steps there is a moving image showing things.

The images and sceneries catch the attention, and I continue to walk. When I look at the left the images display sceneries of disaster, poverty, hunger and sadness. When I look at the right the images reveal the beauty of nature, smiling faces, and abundance. Both walls talk to me and ask me to look at them.

The most catching wall is the one that displays disaster, it shouts at me, pulls my arm and wants me to look how bad it all is, it is crying for help. It is angry when I do not give it attention, The sound of that wall is deafening. I want to go and help, and temptation is great because I like everything to be all right. I want to save the world, my heart screams out for action. But I know that world. I entered it many times. I tasted it, became it and I was torn apart by it, just as this world tears itself apart all the time. It made me sad, I could not help this world, as I became like it. I drowned many times.

The wall of beauty is more attractive, It also pulls at me, but with the power of temptation, with beauty and lovely sceneries, with smiling people and gold and castles. There are sounds of marvelous dance music, the promise of excitement and success, and it feels good to watch the abundance displayed. I know this world so well, have bathed in its smooth waters, and enjoyed the gold and glamour. Temptation, success, being liked by all of the people there, for a while, only for a while, until it revealed itself to be quite shallow, interesting but superficial. The laughters in my back became very unreal after a while.

When I turn to the wall of sadness, I feel the temptation hands of the wall of beauty. When I turn to the wall of beauty, I feel the wall of sadness picking at me.

I then realize that choosing any wall would always tear me apart. If I go to the sadness, I will want the beauty. If I choose beauty, I cannot forget the sadness. Both worlds seem to initiate more push/pull, and in the confusion none of them really brings soul peace.

After a while, watching, observing, feeling, I look in front of me. The front reveals a road to walk, it does not tell how fast to walk, or to run, it is there in its silence. I can choose to visit the world of sadness, and then the one of beauty, and ultimately I am in the corridor again. It is always present. It does not push or pull, and everlastingly respects any choice, until I make no more choices.

There is something at the end of the corridor. I can step to it, as fast as I desire. I can choose not to visit the walls' worlds and focus on the middle. I have seen much and learned many things in the worlds of sadness and beauty. And now I have put them both within me, all of it. Worlds upon worlds. Ultimately they appear to be the same anyway.

It might be the time to step forward now, without choosing anymore. Maybe the simple corridor hides some treasure on its way. Or there is a room at the end that reveals yet another world ?

aka Komaya

May 2010