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Trees are some of the wisest creatures I communicate. ![]() Certainly not all trees, as their personality varies as much as among humans. Some are friendly, open minded and curious. Others are bitter, enclosed and not communicablel. An easy way to open a communication, is giving the tree a compliment. Telephatic of course. Their reaction will be various. Some thanks for the compliment, and responds with telepating ideas back. Others resonds with anger and threaths. When I pick something , I ask for its permission first, and it hurts me if I have to cut a tree. Some of them are old, and have for long times had the option to observe. So some of them have become very old and wise, with much more life experience than humans. Some of the are very observant too. Some of them are very good storytellers, and know adventures and stories never known to humans before. If I do not receive negative reactions on this post, I shall later pass a wonderful and mysterious adventure told me by a tree. Last edited by Savage; Thursday, April 27th, 2006 at 17:34. |
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I don`t know if you are schizofrenous or just have a limited perception that you also project on others. Ask your shrink? And your reaction has no positive elements, it is only reactive negative. I believe you are limited. ( Is there a ignore function here? ) |
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Still, I'm sure you know what an hallucination is, and also what an illusion is. Hallucinations are usually symptons of untreated Schizophrenia, while illusions are just erroneous perceptions of reality. That plants & trees somehow communicate, I believe. Now that you understand their means of communication, as I said, I'm a little over sceptic... Quote:
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'Dardanidae duri, quae uos a stirpe parentum prima tulit tellus, eadem uos ubere laeto
accipiet reduces. Antiquam exquirite matrem: hic domus Aeneae cunctis dominabitur oris, et nati natorum, et qui nascentur ab illis.' We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. –Plato– |
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I wouldn't go as far as to say that I understand the language of the trees.. assuming that by such language you mean that you can actually hear them.
I can, however, understand when they tell me that they are thirsty.. only because their leaves fold and the green scenery of the leaves of the orange trees becomes dark, as if they were sad. You can also see their health in their branches and in the trunk, and when they are demanding a pruning. But right, I'm talking of fruit producing trees. Apart from that, sitting alone in the middle of nature and listening is most rewarding. It is not -in my opinion- trees that speak to you. It is the unique experience of sounds, scents, peace.. and ultimately nature talking to you.. ... Nature? Well, that's perhaps the feeling. But it is only a feeling. In reality it is the peace of mind and spirit that nature provides you that allows you to get into intimate contact with your inner self. Like the Spanish religious and mystic friar, Fray Luis de León put it with mastery in his poem Vida Retirada (Retired Life): ¡Qué descansada vida la del que huye el mundanal ruido y sigue la escondida senda por donde han ido los pocos sabios que en el mundo han sido! What a rested life that of he who runs away from the wordly noise and follows the hidden path where have walked the few sages that in the world have been! (full poem in Favourite Poem)
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'Dardanidae duri, quae uos a stirpe parentum prima tulit tellus, eadem uos ubere laeto
accipiet reduces. Antiquam exquirite matrem: hic domus Aeneae cunctis dominabitur oris, et nati natorum, et qui nascentur ab illis.' We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. –Plato– |
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences |
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Digging a bit on the internet searching for tree listening, I've found out that this seems to be a Buddhist practice. Not surprisingly I've seen Thore refering to Buddha on another post..
It is also not uncommon the people who talk to their plants and flowers, and who assure that the plants and flowers respond positively (blooming and growing strong) to nice talking, and negatively (whithering) to harsh talking. Not me. definitely not me. Or.. ? Now that I think about it, I talked to the boat after it took us safe home. Schizophrenia? Who? Me? Or the boat for listening to me. Or are the trees schizophrenic for listening to him? And anyway, how schizophrenic must one be to be actually schizophrenic? Quote:
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'Dardanidae duri, quae uos a stirpe parentum prima tulit tellus, eadem uos ubere laeto
accipiet reduces. Antiquam exquirite matrem: hic domus Aeneae cunctis dominabitur oris, et nati natorum, et qui nascentur ab illis.' We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. –Plato– |
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I don't really see what's so surprising, works the same way for animals... Quote:
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Prove me otherwise without using esotheric arguments and i'll concede that you are right. ![]() On another note, I do believe that there is a serious lack of respect for Nature in all it's beauty, be it trees or the small plants, rocks and rivers. Contemporary human societies truly exploit nature from a "until there is nothing more" perspective and that spells doom for Mankind: nature is and will always be unreplaceable.
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When I was on my eighth or ninth grade, a friend of mine, quite crazy, I shall add, used to talk almost everyday with a plant that was in the cantine -- while we were waiting in the line --, the plant had been there since my fifth grade, always half-dead or something, but some weeks after he started talking to it, it started to grow with an awesome green... Perhaps it was just a coincidence... But when we left the school -- end of ninth grade -- and he stopped talking to it, it died. It's not an esotheric argument, is it? ![]() |
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