Written and published on 17 June 2020
Previously titled: Tree Spirit Without a Home
Yesterday an awful thing happened on my street. A huge pine tree two doors from where I live was cut down …
Link: “Giant Pine Tree,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 September 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0
Last month I had two of my three jacaranda trees trimmed, and suffered greatly for it, as, being an empath, I felt the pain of the trimmed trees all night long …
Link: “Story of the Pruning of the Jacaranda Trees,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 20 May 2020; published on 24 May 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-iiE ..
I had read that trees scream when they are chopped down, and I definitely did not want to be home when that happened to the tree that was being cut down yesterday, so I went for a hike in the Santa Monica Mountains. When I got back, the deed was done, and the tree trimmers were packing up to go home.
My street has never looked so forlorn, so bare, so lacking in shade and beauty, so devoid of health-imparting oxygen. Trees are the wealth of a street and of the houses there, I feel. What happened yesterday has made our street poorest of the poor.
Life here will never be the same again, I thought when I woke up this morning. How can I forgive this awful crime? No, I cannot forgive it! Then I thought: But if I do not release my heart from anger, what will happen to me? Yet I could not bring myself to do so.
In the early morning hours, just after sunrise, I was visited again and again by a big astral being that I thought must be that of the man who ordered the tree to be cut down. I thought that because the being expressed what I had thought for some years to be the thoughts of the man in question. This being was maybe three feet high, and had a substance or heaviness to it; as well, it had an intellect, but the emotions of a small child.
I sternly said to the being: Go away! Go home!
Each time I said that, it would feel upset and it would go off to the house of the man. But in a matter of seconds it would be back again.
Finally I thought I must have gotten it wrong. it was not the astral form of the man. Rather it was the spirit of the tree that had been cut down. The spirit of the tree was lost and bewildered. It did not know that its tree had been cut down. It was heartbroken when it found that out.
I said: You are welcome to be here with any of my trees. I went out into the backyard and showed it the trees. I said: Or you might like the trees across the street? Or maybe the trees in the field over there?
The spirit of the cut tree went from place to place, exclaiming in joy over each discovery, After a little while, It found a young person nearby, who knows about the world of nature spirits.
That young person agreed to take the spirit of the tree in, and help heal it. She found out it had picked up many sad and angry thoughts from amongst those wafting round our street, and those thoughts were making it unhappy. To my great relief, the young woman helped the spirit of the tree release the negative emotions that were causing it trouble.
As you may know, the Devas of Earth offer guidance to the nature spirits that help grow and sustain the trees and all other beings on Earth. The healing event that happened today reminded me of the Devic Accord established in days of yore by the Devic Council so as to save their charges from harm by humans …
Link: “How Devas and Nature Spirits Help Us,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 12 July 2014; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7Rd ..
It reminded me how shocked the Devas are at the injury we humans do the nature spirits, by troubling those naturally joyful beings with our negative thoughts.
I was mulling this over when a Deva spoke to me. The Deva reminded me how I had asked my Ascension Team yesterday to do what it might to allow me to find a happy path in life. The Deva said that the tree spirits offer great power, on the astral plane, to the people living nearest them.
I feel it must be that they become attached to one such person. In this case, it must have been the man who ordered the tree to be cut down. That man had gained great power in the astral realm because of the giant tree that magnified his feeling world and broadcast it out into the neighborhood.
But I had been upset by the feelings of the man, and had never found happiness in my home. It seemed I must always defend my home from the angry, aggressive, disparaging thought forms of that man, which invaded my home all the time.
The Deva whispered: I have arranged this for you. Now you will be able to be happy.
I felt great relief, that there had been a good plan in place, and that this plan had brought about a happy ending for me, albeit through a course of dreadful sorrow the previous day.
It is true that the Devas are looking out for all the beings on Earth … us humans, as well as the trees and grasses, the gophers, coyote, rattlesnakes and circling hawks that utter such piercing cries.
If we but ask, they will bestow the blessings of a joyful, balance life upon us.
–from Link: “Tree Spirit Without a Home,” a story by Alice B, Clagett, written and published on 17 June 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-iMH ..
Alice B. Clagett
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