The tree causes dilemma this time of year in the hearts of those that are awake, aware of a higher level of consciousness. Christmas has been hijacked by corporate but not the Christ consciousness which is what Christmas is truly about. Awareness was born all those years ago in the guise of a teacher. His teachings were sent askew but if you look deep enough within you therein lay all the answers you need. The heart is the key and this time of year brings us closer to our heart and knowing, thus I am blogging about a Christmas tree.
We pick out a Christmas tree every year at a local tree farm. Our walk through the fields of the tree farm were accompanied by two energy spirits but the orbs are energy with beautiful colors and they followed the children, the children were from the ages of 5 to 21. The light energy was all around them as they laughed, ran, wrestled and played amongst the Christmas trees. We found the perfect tree, cut it down, tied it to the top of the car and home we went with what we felt was the perfect Christmas tree out of allthe trees growing on the farm.
My daughter, Miranda, came by the following day to decorate, one of the traditions is gathering pine boughs to adorn a main archway in our home. The night before had rained but the morning was clear and she went out to our little pine forest to select the boughs. As she was standing under one of the larger trees the tree shuddered, literally shaking every drop of water on to her, she was soaked, not another tree was doing this, no wind in the air. She paused thinking to herself maybe I shouldn’t be cutting these boughs, no she thought to herself, my imagination; but just in case she moved on to a different pine tree. When she cut the boughs, she had an overwhelming sadness and sick feeling. She had already cut them, she thanked the tree, asked for forgiveness as at that moment she knew it was a tradition that would end that day. She came in and told me her experience and feelings; the Christmas tree from a seedling knows its purpose and welcomes us to bring it home but the trees of the forest serve their purpose as well. The boughs were put in a cast iron urn outside as Mother Nature intended.
The story isn’t over yet; the following morning as I sat looking at the great pines, the pine tree spirit paid me a visit. There he was a stern face with gentle loving eyes letting me know not to cut the forest trees, use what has fallen, the trees where the life has faded away. Then appearing in his bough was an eagle and below the eagle, a great owl. These animals are the forest spirit totems where I live. They stayed with me for a while there hearts open pouring love over the land, soon my day began as did theirs and they faded into the forest to continue their watch.
I walk over to our tree and she honors me with a waft of beautiful fragrance thanking our family for finding her, the perfect tree to bring home.
