Sunday, February 08, 2015

Trees Please Trees Please trees . . some not pleased! . . . .

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Scarred Tree

Nature is an extension of ourselves.  It is intrinsically symbiotic.  Symbiosis is about survival.  The trees are the homes and safe havens to a magnificent array of wildlife, birds,  insects, bats and even homes for people.  Not the run of the mill (pardon the pun), cut it down, saw it up and build a house type house you may have thought I was speaking of.  No!  People lived in the trees, up in the branches.  A tree represented safety being up off the ground especially at night.

I have a personal connection to the trees  I talk to them and acknowledge them and in return I feel a living  presence.   I  sense the trees know I'm there in their presence also.   This gets acknowledged in ways that words can't adequately describe.  Others who feel this will know what I am talking about.

Across planet Earth in all four directions, religion has systematically destroyed cultural connections.  This has snuffed out so much knowledge.  Quickly following this, the destruction of whole ecosystems.  The very habitat animals and people depended upon to continue survival in an already harsh environment.    Country was bulldozed or dug up  or worse still blown up for money all for economic gain.   This has been on-going for a couple of centuries now on this land  

Entire forests disappearing in 2015 shows how desperate this situation is now and how disconnected most people actually are  still.  I don't think there is enough time for them to wake up now.   It is my opinion they will not be able to survive the light that is approaching.

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Scarred Tree

Our existence here on planet Earth is not a mistake as many want to seemingly make it.  This makes it all pointless if there is no reason to be here.  Nature is not with out purpose, so neither are we.   We are supposed to thrive in a balanced fashion with nature, not forcing ourselves onto it and destroying everything in the wake of this.  That describes rape.   To me, this is like cutting off your own toe or stabbing your own stomach - who does that?  Having an understanding of this connection will pull you up dead in your tracks and mighty quickly too the very next time you go to cut a tree down that hasn't yet died.  When dead, the tree is in the process of breaking down.  During this part of the trees life cycle it is happy for you to make all manner of items from the wood, do ceremony and to warm your body and use for fuel for cooking fires.

Indigenous people harvested live trees for making canoe and for making coolamon and various  ceremonial articles.  The bark of paperbark was used for many purposes where this grew. In some areas, the dead were wrapped in large sheets of paper bark and secured with a string fashioned from vines. 

The bark was harvested and used to carry or to store foods, sometimes for up to four years.  They did not kill the trees.  The first peoples of this land lived in harmony with the living tree.  Scarred Trees are evidence of this.  Trees were used as markers as places for birth and marriage death and ceremony and these were marked up clearly to point out what was there.  This is how life was with the on this land that is known as Australia.

In order to bring balance back to this madness there is a serious necessity to rid the world of Christendom (colonization for economic gain)  and all things related to this faulty model presented as truth.  This religious model has bled the 'creative essence' out of the planet,  making people register (crown) births, marriage and death and pay for us to pay large sums of money for all of these pieces of paper they want us to have.  This has wrung the diversity out of the living breathing entity of Earth like mad woman on wash day.  It is truly terrifying to live in this and to watch it and feel the pain of it all inside and feel helpless about so much wrong doing.

If there is to be any positives come from what I have discussed here, it is to understand that we need to bring culture back across the planet now, as fast as we possibly can. 

As people we need to start to mind our own business and have respect for others and for  the ways they do things.  No one group is the same and no one piece of country is the same and this is symbiotic and not an accident.  People respond to the land and in return the land responds to the people.  A sick land produces sick people and a sick people invariably cause a land to become sick.

These are images of some of the beautiful trees that have given me much pleasure to stand beside or to gaze upon and to climb inside and say hello to.   Some are cool and some are in pain.

A very special place

Inside a swamp Mahogany
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Scarred Trees
Scarred Tree
IMG 5834 True Beauty
Spectacular Skin
IMG 3492 Eucalypts in Armidale
IMG 2558   A sacred place.
Scarred Tree
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IMG 9621 - Spirit Trees
Desert Spirit
IMG 2094 Ghost Gum
My Friend and Confidante
IMG 9978 Uluru Dreaming 2012
Sacred Trees at Uluru
IMG 9967 Uluru Dreaming 2012
Rocking out with Uluru
0611- A heavily treed lane
1800's Carriage Way Morpeth NSW
IMG 6205  Sacred Fire
Lone Warrior at Dawn
IMG 6655.1 Floss silk tree
Spikey Exotic in Urunga
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Tree Fern in the wetlands
IMG 3860 At BHS
Pink Tree at School
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On the Hill in Urunga
IMG 8006.4 Black Monday at Glenugie
Sleeping in Trees
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Koala sitting in a tree
IMG Reaching Out and Hanging On!
Crows nest sleeping in a tree
IMG 7365 Wooli
Chilling after a fire
Barbed Wire
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Yes!  I do truly believe that trees love in a similar fashion to how humans love.   They reach out to each other with their strong boughs and they touch each other.   The winds that blow through their canopy give them a voice.  The rain is bath time, this makes them feel fresh and probably makes them  happily hydrated. 

Trees grow strong before our eyes.  It is difficult to see this actually happening when you're in front of the tree daily.  If you go away, you note the changes the same as seeing an old friend after years  and noting the years on their face.

Images @ Eminpee Fotography

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