The Redwood Trees

The REDWOODS

The redwoods keep calling me back.

Ever since I went to see them, I’ve had dreams of them.

The happiest, most amazing feeling dreams.

The trees keep calling me back to them.

To visit them.

To save them.

I miss them.

I miss them like an old friend I’ve told all my secrets to.

A friend you can always rely on to tell you secrets to, because you know they will never tell.

A friend you can always rely on because you know they’ll always be there for you.

This is what the redwood trees are to me.

They are solid as stone yet flexible as thought.

I felt connected to them as a long-lost friend, as if we were connected in another lifetime and both of us overjoyed to reunite in this timeline.

Mysterious and curious, I want them to tell me everything they have seen.

What they have lived through and the ancient knowledge they know.

I spoke to them like family, it seemed they already knew me and knew I was coming.

They welcomed me with protective limbs high above, shielding me from the storm.

The storms of life, that is.

Their covering reached me before I ever got close to their root.

Or maybe the miles of underground roots meet me first and told the forest I was coming.

They welcomed me as family and I felt safe.

I’ve never felt so connected to life in my life, other than the times I gave birth.

I felt truly connected to the earth.

I tried to hug the tree.

But it was so big it really was the one hugging me.

It was an experience like no other, hand-in-hand with the Great Mother.

I don’t think my life will be complete if I don’t see them again.

We had so many thoughts to share and my brief time with them, was mainly spent in awe of them.

Then I realized how much wealth of knowledge and wisdom they possess, so I started to ask them questions, looking for the answers to all my problems and the worlds.

I apologized for what humans had done to them.

The great question truly is, how could anyone stand in front of a Redwood and want it gone?

My soul yearns to talk to them again.

I yearn to listen closely and quietly to their inner knowledge of life.

I yearn to feel the immense energy again.

To breath in the freshest air I have ever tasted.

I think the fresh air made me high.

It could have made me so high, it felt so rich in oxygen, as if it came from a hospital tank.

I was definitely high on life and nature.

My memorized emotions were creating this euphoric sensation, along with the clean air.

As I took another deep breath, the healing brand-new, newly created oxygen from the trees began to heal me.

I coughed and coughed, although I don’t even smoke.

The trees were healing my lungs and I coughed up black.

I don’t even know where that came from, but obviously it had to come out.

The trees were healing me from the inside out.

The trees healed my soul and body all at the same time.

Not only did I cough up black phlegm I’d never seen before, I felt a spiritual cleanse as well.

The spiritual cleansing I unknowingly consented to when I stepped into the sacred Redwoods space.

They knew I was coming and knew what I needed.

They were there for me, they are there for all of humanity.

They heal parts of you, you didn’t know you needed fixing.

I wish everyone could visit these gigantic trees.

Then humanity might hold a more beautiful memory of nature and a new appreciation on conservation.

Their memory is imprinted in us from the beginning of time, yet long forgotten under the chaos of today.

Memories can be remembered, all of humanity needs a recalling and rebooting of what nature has done for us.

A redwood spiritual cleanse is what we all need.

I saw people on the path, laughing and joking.

I thought, maybe the trees can affect us all differently.

Because I felt like crying.

Because all nature is all at risk.

All animals, plants, oceans and rivers.

We are all polluted, our bodies and spirit with toxins and pollutions.

Old growth trees are being cut this very instant we breath, with little clean oxygen left for any of us.

I tried to smile and ask the trees what can I do?

‘Give me your wisdom’, my soul begged for them to tell me.

I can’t let them cut you.

It would hurt me deeply too.

I feel within me, when they cut you, they cut me too.

When capitalism cuts into you, for the sake of a dollar instead of the betterment of humans and the globe, my soul is cut and bleeds with you too tree.

I just met you and I feel so connected to the world in a way I have never been before.

What can we do to change the future to a healthier one?

I shed a tear and felt so small.

They healed me without any effort, just by allowing me to breathe in their presence.

All I had to do was breath the sacred air right next to them.

They share it for us all.

We recycle it back to them, leaving it for them to clean and return to us again.

We need each other.

The redwoods are the world’s first recycling “plant” ever created, literally.

One plant, from one tiny seed, it can hold knowledge and stories untold, yet only felt.

Please don’t cut another old growth Redwood.

My soul yearns to see them again.

They could be around for generations to see and feel.

They are older than dated time itself, this ancient knowledge needs to be kept, not cut.

As I tried to relax in the serenity of nature and in awe of the redwood’s glory, my phone rang.

The noise let me know I had walked far enough out of the dead zone.

The ‘dead zone’ was where the trees were protecting me, letting me just be me, no phone, no messages, just quiet peacefulness and restfulness.

The noise of the ring reminded me of the rest of society I had not been missing that day.

I was instantly pissed, my city brain turned on.

Being at one with the planet and nature wasn’t real anymore.

I had “more important” things to tend to, bills to pay, money to fight for and meetings to attend.

It was so odd and sadly contradicting.

This paper money is just a dead tree.

This paper money people kill others for and destroy nature for, is itself; only nature.

I was slapped, snapped alarmingly, abruptly and violently back into our capitalistic nightmare.

Out of the beauty and realness of the present, back into the fake and take world of hustle, let everyone else bleed and starve, just as long as you have enough.

This reality is the exact opposite of what it should be.

We need tons upon tons of dead trees to survive in capitalism.

Yet living as a human, among animals and nature, we all need alive trees to survive.

Yet the Redwood trees that are still alive, concretely standing in real-reality are the true ones keeping us alive.

No matter how many dead presidents and dead trees you hold in your hand, without clean air, no one will live.

We (humans and nature) are about to all die, and no one seems to give a fuck.

The real survival is in the old growth Redwoods trees creating oxygen for us to breath.

Yet they keep killing them to produce more dead trees (money).

Somehow money is more valuable to us than clean air.

I easily grow many dead trees in my bank account, to buy food and shelter and other essentials I need.

Trees give us fruit, trees give us shelter.

How can we not give a fuck about trees?

We get everything we need from a tree!

Even ancient coded knowledge, wisdom and worldwide connection can be felt from one single tree.

Go hug a tree.

Open your heart and energy to the tree.

Wait and meditate and see what it has to tell you.

Redwoods have many more gifts to unfold to us if we visit them and listen to them, and don’t kill them.

REDWOOD FATCS:

Redwoods store the most carbon per acre than any other type of trees, thus they mitigate the effects of climate change.

They can live to grow over 2000 years old.

They are the oldest living organisms in the world.

They use to live worldwide, yet today are only found in Canada and the northwest of America.

Please visit treehugger.com to learn more.