Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER.
Once upon a time, there was a tree whose roots spread for miles and miles across lands and countries. It is said that if one was to touch one of the roots, and if anyone else was also touching the tree, they could hear each other’s thoughts. The Mother tree was a messenger and wisdom keeper of service to the tribes living around her. Wherever on the land you would be, if her roots were close to you, she could receive your message and answer. The original wireless connection.
The Mother tree had a special affinity with children. They would hear her calling their names in their sleep, telling them to come and listen. Every day, she would call another child who will come to meet her. Today was Lila’s turn.
When Lila arrived by the Mother, she bowed in respect and approached the ancient and vibrant trunk. The Mother tree was huge, and the closer she got to the trunk, the more details seemed to appear engraved in the bark, creating pictures and scriptures. The elders say these are the memories of time that the Mother kept within, just like a living library.
Fascinated, Lila leaned her ear on the bark and heard a deep and warm voice telling her that one day, she will have to be the voice of the Mother tree. The spirit of the Mother, for it was her voice, asked Lila to rest her forehead against the trunk so she could see. As soon as Lila did so, her entire vision was filled with bursting colors, even though her eyes remained closed. She witnessed the vision of a world which did not remember the Mother tree. Because of that, men from foreign tribes were threatening the peace that had been existing around the Mother for millennia. Lila saw and felt that these men were sad, deeply sad inside their heart and she knew that they would find the answers to their longing and their questions if they listened to the Mother, just like she was now. To her intuition, the Mother showed her visions of people from the white men’s tribe, cutting down trees all around the planet. And because of that, they were losing their connection to Nature. They needed to remember and it would change.
Lila knew her role in this story. The Mother agreed until finally she asked:
– “Please, be my voice to the deaf men tribe which has forgotten to listen. Share my stories with them and be strong Lila. I have faith in you. And remember, every time you see a shooting star in the sky, there is more love coming to the world and soon enough, the deaf men will love themselves and each others again.”
The end…or is it just the beginning? J