Sacred Tree: A Medicine Story for the Intuitively Intelligent.
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Once upon a time, there was a Queen who lived in the forest.
One day she had to have her sacred tree cut down.
This made her heart very sad. She had spent her whole life loving this tree.
She honored it under the lights of the Full and New Moons.
She did ritual at its feet when the eclipses came through.
She saw the tree spirits and the little people thriving in it.
She left them offerings at dusk, water and flowers at dawn.
This great tree flourished with great vitality.
The Queen took all her great loves there.
To this sacred tree. The tree of love.
The animals and birds were drawn to this tree.
Bees buzzing sacred hymns one day, the Queen noticed they were telling her something.
So she listened closer.
They forewarned her of something coming. Something she would have to do.
One day the storm clouds came, and everything went still.
The day had come. She had to follow thru.
It was time to send her tree to the spirit world.
The tree-cutters came, and piece by careful piece it went.
The Queen felt it throughout her body as the tree was dismantled. Ripples of energy coursing.
She fell ill as the branches went. Confusion set in. Disoriented.
For a moment, death circled.
Balanced by the Shima as the roots started coming out, she started to feel better.
The first grind of the blades had brought a gut-wrenching pain.
Deep. Rippling through her body. Wave after wave.
She thought perhaps she was dying, as she felt the tree’s spirit slip into the beyond,
momentarily to the other side, before it planted its spirit roots fully. Transplanted to higher planes.
The queen watched as the last pieces came out, like shards of glass from her heart.
She cried. But suddenly recovered, and moved forward.
She told the workers to save her some pieces of her sacred tree.
The Queen planned on making special items with them. So she watched every piece fall.
Waited for the signs. Followed and tracked them. Her royal woodcarver was preparing.
He would find the heart of this piece of the sacred tree and bring out its face.
The Queen felt good about this transformation of a sad event into a better one.
She would finally meet the sacred tree spirit when he was done.
That night as the moon rose over the hill, she walked out to the place where her sacred tree once stood.
She sat down in the pile of root shavings and closed her eyes.
She just let herself reach down into the earth to feel the roots still there, left behind.
She felt her spine extend like a snake through a tunnel, moving deeper and deeper.
She opened her eyes and saw the moonshine coming up over the hill, and she knew.
The tree spirit flowed up through her. Out through her head like a crown forming a golden halo.
The orb expanded until it reached the ring of where the leaves once hung. Treeline magic circles.
She looked around and the other trees turned towards her, they spoke in a song language.
Crystal clear. Every thought a holy one. Ripples of energy like heat on a hot road emanated around each one.
The Queen heard the words…
How do you create holy ground?
By loving what once grew there.
The Queen lay down in the root shavings. She felt the ground change beneath.
She saw an opening form. A sacred space created like a bubble in liquid surrounded her.
She sent out her sacred breath and said the prayers.
As she was praying, she felt her body shake and twist.
Like the trunk of her beloved tree.
The moon broke over the hill. The light hit her eyes and she lit up.
She said the power words she had been taught.
The Queen watched as the root shavings around her turned to bones.
Scattered bones everywhere. Fossils of all trees.
Remnants of ancient beings from forgotten plant kingdoms.
She saw the worlds around her beginning to reveal. So much life everywhere.
The tree began to talk to her:
My daughter, thank you for all the many years of love.
I have enjoyed your presence, and all the offerings.
You have been a good friend. Your heart is pure and kind.
I have watched you grow and seen you stand strong.
You have kept true to your word.
In love. The plant kingdoms have been waiting for your return.
The Queens of the world are ready to awaken.
They are remembering how.
Soon the Kings will follow.
In return for all of your beauty and love,
and for holding the space so sacredly for me as I passed into the spirit world,
I am going to show you how to create sacred ground.
I am gifting you my throne, and when you sit in this throne, you will look around,
and see the others in their thrones, and here you can hold council with them.
With the Kings and Queens of the plant realm.
They will show you how to communicate,
and how to send messages to the other side of the world,
or other worlds completely.
They are the grandmothers and grandfathers of the plant realm.
Sit here often, sink into my roots, awaken your heart.
When the first light of the moon hits your eyes as it rises over the hill,
think the holiest thought you know how.
I will always be here with you now.
The Queen thanked the grandmother tree spirit and did what she had been told. She opened all her senses.
She picked up two pieces of roots and felt the pulsing heartbeat of the mother in her hands.
She brought the sacred wood pieces to her altar. She collected bags and bags of the pieces to save.
Grandmother tree blessings.
Then she drew what she had seen.
The Queen shared her story, and soon others were honoring their trees.
The plant kingdom once again began to flourish and thrive.
Life came back to the land, crops bloomed everywhere,
As promised by the grandparent tree spirits.
For many generations, nature was God.
And the land was love.
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Hillary Raimo is an award-winning photographer and artist, founder of Love, Breathe for Earth (a project dedicated to aligning human love, art and meditation), author of Life According to An Unknown, eternal Earth Advocate, and Lover of Life. You could contact her via her website.
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