Once upon a time, there was a special forest. It was called Whisper. Not everyone could find it, even if they looked for it. The trees themselves decided who could, or could not see them.
If you happened to be walking down the street and suddenly found yourself on the forest path, well, you could be sure the trees had something to tell you. The path was staggered, and just long enough to let those who visited, know what they were supposed to learn, because as once on the path, each tree Whispered something to the walker. Each tree…had something to say, an important message to impart.
No one who walked the path, was ever the same. They came away from the forest with new insights, a sense of joy and a better understanding of life itself. It was like a Near Tree Experience, where a person leaves their body and is shown pictures and told amazing things.
Trees know everything. They’ve been here from the beginning. Their stories are handed down from tree to tree, from forest to forest, by the ancient ones, who were here from the first light. Not all the things they show people are pleasant. They show clear-cutting, the destruction of the rain forests the ugliness of humans and how they are destroying the earth, and everything on it.
But for the most part, they sing softly and tell exciting stories of the First Trees. They tell of children, and other animals, climbing in their branches, laughing and napping among their leaves. They tell of the love they have for each other and all of nature. They whisper about how we have lost our hearts, hidden them away for money, power and status, leaving trees and nature itself behind, to fend for itself, as we cement the earth and pollute The Mother.
The Whispering continues until the path ends. A person can only walk in the forest once in their lifetime. The secrets the trees tell are too big, to hear them more than once. It’s a beautiful place, a living museum of time itself. If you’re very fortunate, maybe someday, you’ll be invited to experience the Whispers.
Photo Mario Dobelmann