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(11) TURTLE AND TREE RETURN TO THE TIME OF THE DREAM Great grandmother galaxy recalls: after tree and turtle had established their undying friendship, they multiplied and spread their kind all over Earth's biosphere. Tree asked wind to blow her seeds everywhere. The seeds crossed ocean and mountain, taking root in soil and rocks. Through her stillness of mind, tree adapted to every different climate of the atmosphere. From the seed dream of time, tree evolved many different kinds of trees: trees who shed leaves, trees with great palm fronds, trees that ripened every thirteen moons with wonderful juicy fruits. Turtle's kind also spread across Earth's biosphere. Turtle navigated every depth as well as the streams and rivers of the land. Everywhere turtle swam or crawled turtle adapted. Some turtles developed fins. Some were small and scampered their lives away on the mossy rocks of cool mountain streams. Others grew giant and warm holding their lore of time on distant desert islands. One day when she was very old, the original great grandmother turtle came to look for the original great grandmother tree. It was time for turtle to return to the time of the dream. Turtle had one desire: to e near great grandmother tree when she left her great shell behind and returned to the time of the dream. When turtle finally reached the place where in that long ago moment she and tree had come to their understanding turtle was awestruck. The original great grandmother tree was now surrounded by a circle of trees. This circle was the center of a vast forest spread as far as turtle's eye could see. Turtle looked up through the play of sunlight and shadow at the top of the circle of trees. In a spray of radian light, turtle thought she could see the Hunab Ku. She was right. The moment to return to the time of the dream had come. Turtle brought herself to a rest at the gnarled trunk of the great grandmother tree. Fantastic mushrooms grew in great staircases up great grandmother's trunk. Dragonflies and snakes played in quiet abandon around tree's mossy lower branches. Tree spoke: turtle, I am so happy to see you. I am tired now, too. I have transmitted my message for the last generation of the children of the Earth to all of the trees of the great plant kingdom of the biosphere. It is now theirs to remember until the end of the time of the becoming. Now I am ready to return to the time of the dream. Let us go together. Turtle replied: I am like you tree. I am also tired. I have transmitted everything I know about time to all of the turtles of the great animal kingdom of the biosphere. My lore of time is empty. I must go back into the time of the dream. You too must leave your emptiness and return to the time of the dream. Tree was pleased by turtle's words. In gratitude for turtle's time, tree decided to give turtle a special gift: a remembrance of the tree. Tree said, Turtle, come climb as high as you can on my trunk. Make sure the bottom of your shell is resting on my trunk. Turtle dragged her great body and shell up tree's trunk as far as she could climb. There she rested. There she took a deep breath. When she exhaled, she breathed no more. At that moment a magical thing happened. Where turtle's shell rested on tree's trunk, tree left a simple memory of herself. To this day you will see the axis of tree's great trunk running down the center of the bottom of any turtle's shell. On either side of this memory of tree's trunk, branches extend to the edge of turtle's shell. In this way tree left a remembrance for all turtles of the gift of stillness which makes constancy worthwhile. After turtle's last breath a great wind arose, fierce and strong. Soon a storm blew wildly through the moonless night. Before the next day dawned, a giant crash was felt across the vast primeval forest. Great grandmother tree had joined turtle in returning to the time of the dream. In the grove of trees, turtle's unmoving shell lay glistening in the dappled dew of dawn. Next to turtle, tree's great trunk lay silent. New mushrooms had sprouted everywhere on her fallen trunk. Her great root system still beat on the other trees. But with her trunk broken, great grandmother tree was no more. In the circle of trees, a song came from the time of the dream, a song from turtle and tree: turtle of body constant in body turtles of the sea green planet trees of the sky blue planet When the song faded into the sparkling breeze, mother Earth was pleased. As long as the voices from the time of the dream can be heard in the forest silence, then the time of the biosphere will also be sung as a song. But if the voices can no longer be heard in the silent forest or ocean depth, then mother Earth will know that the end of the becoming is close at hand. The unity of time is approaching. Next Page >> Jump to page... 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25 |
