'Sessile oak'

Being conscious - a parable

"from Ashtar-Linaras Homepage"

Translation: Hans Brockhuis

Do you see that majestic oak, yonder in the woods, towering above all other trees? If you do not see it, just imagine him, because everything is truth and truth is a dream.

As an oak he’s got the consciousness of a tree and knows about the existence of heaven and the light and the woods and mankind and the animals around him and therefore he perceives everything. If a bird comes by and perches on one of his branches asking him: “Who are you?”, the tree will answer: “I Am A TREE”. But then, all leaves and all of his numerous acorns have got the consciousness of the tree, although strictly speaking, the acorns are his children. Then a butterfly comes along and alights on one of the acorns. He asks: “Who are you?” Then the acorn will also reply: “I AM a tree.” And not something like: “I AM and acorn!”, what you’d probably expect.

It is summer and the acorns sway in the wind and are happy because they dream a summer dream. But already the first leaves turn yellow, and the tree is imperceptibly turning his consciousness inward. Because he follows the cycles of nature that is already now dreaming an autumn dream. The tree also starts to dream his autumn dream – and lo and behold, the tree losses his first leaves. The acorns observe everything, just as the entry of fall in the woods, and they are sad. But all along they are swaying in the dream of winds. They suspect and know not yet that the tree is already dreaming his fall-dream although, strictly speaking, the acorns are his children.

Than, one day, it happens. An ice-cold wind blows with relentless strength through the woods. Every gust of wind shakes the tree with tempestuous power and almost all acorns are blown down from the tree and only a few, mostly small ones, are able to hold on to the tree.

There they are in the darkness and dampness of the wood floor. The gale has also swept away the last leaves from the tree, burying the acorns as if it was done it with a linen cloth. Stupefied and almost powerless by the darkness and the humidity the shock of falling has given them a major blow, so that almost instantly all their remembrances have gone, especially that of the tree consciousness.

But because nothing is ever without awareness, they start to develop a nèw consciousness. This is the limited consciousness of the acorn. And thus they do not recognize themselves as parts of the ‘Tree They Are’ any more, but as single rejected entities. And so they begin to give themselves names, like A-sprout, B-sprout, C-sprout etcetera, to differentiate among each other.

They use their days complaining about their fate, because somewhere deep within they still have a hidden notion about their former merriment and heaven and light. And so they complain about darkness and wetness, the ants, worms and about the snails swarming about them. And the acorns of a few years earlier tell them about the dangers of the earth, that they are going to decay gradually and that the snails and the worms will consume them eventually. As a proof they show them some mutilated acorns that were almost decayed already or partially eaten.

But there are also a few older acorns who are very erudite and have studied all stages. They are called scientists and they know that ach acorn will decay and die at the latest after 10 or 15 years, if they have not been consumed earlier by worms and snails. They know about the seasons. That each spring much movement is taking place in the earth, that in summer it is raining a lot and that fall brings darkness and coldness. In winter the earth is getting so cold that it, like a shield, pushes together the acorns pressing all hope out of them.

And then there are these acorns who collect messages. They are called reporters. They are held, just like the scientists, in high esteem. There is no acorn, who is mutilated or fed upon by the worms or the snails, that is missed by them. In their news bulletins it is mentioned with big letters and often they even come across phenomenons, like for example a wild hog destroying the acorn supply of complete housing areas, having eaten them all.

All acorns read that with great horror and they moan even louder about their situation. They are certain there is no hope left for them and consequently they will chronically be hit by fate. For sure they face a certain death, caused by decay or the feeding of snails and worms.

But behold! There is still another small acorn at the tree, because the storms of fall could not shudder her on to the ground. We will call her Z-sprout. She also knows that she will soon fall down on the soil before the tree, just like her brothers and sisters, but she does not want to fall down unprepared and is ready to carry on the consciousness of the tree.

One day the tree sees a small squirrel on one of her branches collecting the last acorns. But when the squirrel wants to pull Z-sprout from the tree, the acorn calls with great presence of mind: “Stop, squirrel, tell me, before you pull me from the tree, why you are doing that?”

“Because it is fall”. The squirrel replied, “and after that it will be winter and only then it will be spring again giving back life, and which is going to sprout new acorns out of the tree and new trees out of the acorns of the year before. And those trees once again will carry new acorns!” Disbelieving Z-sprout asked the squirrel: “Do you want to say that this big tree was hidden in an acorn before it became a tree?” “But yes!”, the squirrel replied, “Everybody knows that”. “But how would it be possible?”, Z-sprout insisted, “that there would have been room for such a big tree in as little an acorn as that. Surely you are mocking me!”

Then the squirrel became furious: “Squirrels never lie, only man lies!” he called. He pulled Z-sprout from the branch threw her to the ground and called after her: “Look at the truth I have told you and experience it for yourself!”
Z- sprout landed heavily next to the other acorns – but look – although she was prepared for the fall and even, while falling down, was thinking about the amazing words of the little squirrel, the consciousness of the tree and the remembrance of the words of the squirrel remained intact.

With disgust she noticed the loss of consciousness of the other acorns, her brothers and sisters, who didn’t recognize her as their sister. She tried to explain who they were, but they were stuck in the acorn awareness and only listened to the words of the scientists and the journalists.
And thus Z-sprout lived apart from the other acorns, always dreaming the dream of the tree. She continuously thought back about the amazing words of the squirrel; that there would we space for a huge tree in such a small acorn.

Time and again she worried about how that would be possible. But she no longer doubted the words of the squirrel because of the true outrage about the allegation of the lie that had proven to be much too real.

Never any complaint was heard from the mouth of Z-sprout and she never listened to the news bulletins of the reporters. She knew they covered just the lower truth of the acorn consciousness and not the higher truth of the tree consciousness. For that reason a divine radiation originated from her that became all the more clear and strong. Consequently the worms and the snails went around Z-sprout with a wide arc.

Some other acorns, who still carried remnants of the tree awareness within themselves, became attracted to her great wisdom, pureness and clarity. They came to her and listened to her story and some of them began to think about how it would be possible to be an acorn ànd a tree at the same time.

While Z-sprout dreamed the dream of the acorns, which is at the same time and in truth that of the tree, her centre was bulging outwards imperceptibly and was growing from her core to the outside. Springtime came and one morning it was time. Her central parts had broken through the cloak of darkness. And now, because the germ of the acorn had busted through the floor of the woods and Z-sprout at long last could see the light of heaven once more, the secret was unravelled at last. Now Z-sprout understood the words of the squirrel and knew with absolute certainty: “I AM the tree that was in the acorn!” For her heaven and light and the woods and the humans and the animals existed once again. Worms and snails were no threat to her anymore.

But also the few acorns that had taken notice of her words, soon bulged their core outward and once again attained the consciousness of the tree. This time in all its oneness though, and with the opportunity to produce acorns as their children.

The scientists among the acorns decided with bewilderment that some acorns had been ascended from the earth, and because they were not able to explain this development they called it a name. That is what scientists do all the time when they want to hide their ignorance. They called it ‘super-worm’. And they said to the other acorns: “Look at to what it leads to when an acorn believes to be a tree; now the super-worm did pull them all out of their pods and killed them – what a terrible death.

And the reporters had their sensation and the many acorns shivered horrified about the monstrosity of this new plague to which they were submitted defenceless. They hurried to relinquish all thoughts of the tree and a few fanatics even tried to burn all books in which the word ‘tree’ was mentioned, because literature swarmed of the references of the existence of trees.

Do you, as a human, recognize the morality of the story? Then you also understand the sense of BEING Human and the humanly CONSCIOUS-ness. Because man is like the acorn, or a child at the tree of life; he also did not fall far away from the tree that is the entirety of all BE-ing, and God.

Recognize the higher reality of Your Being. Recognize who You really are and You also will start to extend Your inner self outward to be able to behold the heavenly light soon. You will rise to boundlessness and freedom of Your true magnificence and enjoyment, that is raised above everything you are able to recognize, although it is hidden in your inner knowing. Because remember, springtime is now, the next spring faraway and the forms are everywhere. You may choose – And so it is!

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