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Dialogue with nature

If I tell " normal " humans the fact that sometimes I talk with trees and flowers, I am smiled at or considered mad. Even some esoterically interested people react disbelievingly if I spontaneously talk aloud in a conversation with nature. Only few can accept what the trees and plants tell me.

Surely they have already heard of the holy Franz of Assisi and that he is said to have spoken with the animals, plants and trees. But this is probably a sort of fairy tales, traditional stories from a remote time, about a revolutionary monk, whose life story is nevertheless quite doubtful Quite a lot of people have already heard about humans with green fingers and how they can talk with their plants. It could be, why not, is the most frequent reaction. Some people have also heard that plants grow better with classical music and suffer with rock music. Is that really scientifically proved? Well, interesting. However, if a fellow man suddenly is talking with flowers and trees and can hear their voices inside him, this is more than doubtful. Psychological disturbance? Fancy? Idle imagining!

Therefore I was so far rather silent in the precense of most people and rather kept my discussions with nature to myself. Only very few sensitive people felt that they, like me, already had experienced something similar. Since this small group of people fortunately is growing, I began to write down some stories, so that other people would have the courage to find their personal dialogue with nature. May my stories motivate to listen more carefully and in this reconnection with God's Nature find the healing that we all need.

Because each tree is our brother, each flower our sister. Each disrespect of our fellow creatures, is a disrespect of ourselves. As long as nature suffers under our actions , we will suffer as humans. Along with the equivalent respect of our fellow creatures, the harmony in our hearts is growing and consequently the healing of body, spirit and soul.

With each step we intervene in nature. Buddhist monks apologize daily to nature for having trampled something to pieces with their feet. In these totality we are inevitably doomed to failure, since we unconsciously intervene destroyingly again and again. This is an unchangeable part of our human existence. But we can reduce this and meet nature with larger respect in our actions. In past times this occurred in heathen and Christian rituals, something which today is somewhat preserved through the harvest thanksgiving celebration. The people felt the connection and unity with the surrounding nature. Today everything is just technically shaped. From the fully automatic planting-machine to the plantage tree, which is easy to attend to, to the right to decide to cut down branches from bulky trees by the road because of traffic danger to the disgracing pruning of branches out of our macabre idea of beauty. The trees, bushes and plants become slaves of our desires. The soul of nature is not recognised, is not understood, is by far too little respected. Even some feeling and esoterically interested people talk about the common soul of a forest and deny the the consciousness of each individual tree, of each individual flower. Because much too many have forgotten to listen and without checking take over what others maintain. It is also much easier to adapt your thinking to the majority, than to stand independent out of your own internal knowledge and feelings. This requires courage and can lead to being an isolated outsider, something which all too often takes place in our society. But if the human population wants to survive and develop in a healthy environment, each individual human must dive into his original, archetype perception of nature and have the courage to live consciously thereafter.

A further trip led to the powerful volcanic lake of Cite di Cicades, in which still mysterious volcanic energies are noticeable and can lead to feeling of dizziness and headache for nonislanders. The lake and the environment are, apart from the agriculture and the small village by the lake, an almost still unaffected paradise of nature with jumping fish and a thousandfold croaking of frogs and toads. Ingeborg, who had invited me to the island, led us to a lateral part of the lake and to an enormous age-old tree, which we all devoyedly looked at.

I asked it how old it was. "Insignificant!" was the response. "You surely have experienced a lot?" I asked again. "Leave me alone and continue!" was the renewed answer. But I could not accept it at this moment and asked again: "You old, venerable tree, full of infinite knowledge, tell me, is there a message from you to us?" First silence and then the answer of the wise creature: "Don't make such a noise, you are disturbing my peace. What I know, is not important to you, because how would you understand my silence. It is not to be seized by words. It's too simple, too small for your thinking! Please continue and respect my silence. "There I gave in respectfully and indicated the desire of this tree to the group. We bowed and left in silence the powerful aura of the tree.

A few days later Frank told me that he on one occasion slept for a night in the centre of the tree. The branches, growing apart, form a platform in the centre and Frank nested and experienced at this night intensive, deep dreams. The next day climbing down from the tree, he almost fell down and had the feeling, that he was dismissed with a kick. He too, received his message!

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