Adventure With Amaveed-4.
Amaveed was lost. He had started his journey a long time ago, but for some reason he couldn't remember when or where he had started out, or where he was meant to go.
He looked around him. He was walking up a path with trees each side; speckled sunlight danced through the leaves and played on the grass under his feet.
Today Amaveed felt ,as he always seem to feel-anxious. He didn't know why .It didn't matter what he encountered on his journey, this feeling of disquiet seemed to be his normal state all the time.
He sat down by the side of the path under an old oak tree. He suddenly remembered a spring evening long ago, when he had sat in a garden under a very similar tree.
That time, he had closed his eyes and had started to doze off. While in this half-way state between consciousness and sleep he kept hearing the following:
"Trees are our guardians,trees are highly advanced beings, and they are here to help us. Ask a tree a question and it is bound to know the answer".
He knew that there was more, but an insect had bit him and he lost the thread of the talk that he had been hearing.
Now, as he sat under the tree that really did look just the same as the one he had sat under the previous time, he decided to try and see if he could learn more about the trees. He looked at the strong, sturdy trunk and the proud, almost muscular branches as they stretched themselves out to the World. Could this really be a highly intelligent being ?
He rested his head on the bark and felt the hard wood against his hair. He closed his eyes. After a few minutes Amaveed started to drift off into a light sleep. Then he heard a voice saying:
"Trees record everything that happens. They contain the entire history of the World. They are the most advanced sensors of different levels of vibrations ever in existence. They watch us, record us and this information is sent to a central point where it is scrutinized and analysed. Because of their enormous data bank they have the ability to solve any problem, as they know every single problem in the World. Now let this grand oak tree talk to you."
The oak tree spoke in a deep, but kindly, mellow voice that sounded truly melodic, beautiful and hypnotic.
"You think that you have lost your way and you have. You are walking up a path created by your past, and instead of resisting it, you are following it. In the past you sow the seeds and later the plant appears in your life. The only real question to ask is, 'How do I stop the past creating my present?' "
The oak tree paused for a second and gently made his leaves sway so they caught the sun.
"What you must do is this, "the calm voice continued ,"you drop that weight you are carrying. Easier said than done, no doubt you will think. You are living an illusion, it's only an illusion , an amazingly good magic trick, but you can jump out of it. Listen, your language keeps you trapped in the illusion of time: so many words are about the future and the past. Words are the frame of the picture; the words keep us in the picture."
"If you really want to stop all this disquiet, forget the past,don't think of the future, and give no thought to thinking at all. Let your awareness only be in this precious, present moment. Let your feelings tell you how to act; be in your heart. Do you know that the electric field of the heart as 5000 times more powerful than the electric field of the brain? If you are really in the now, your ego is not there."
Suddenly ,Amaveed woke with a start.
The sound of horses hooves on the path woke him up from his oak tree talk.
He rubbed his eyes and stared in amazement as a horse and carriage, without any driver or people, laden with what looked like gold bars was speeding by.
He, at once, forgot about what the tree had told him.
He jumped to his feet,and ran with all his might, after the carriage and its cargo of gleaming gold bars.
The gold seemed to hypnotize him with its dazzling golden glare. Now the path was emerging into a field and because of the lack of foliage and trees, the sun took full advantage of this by brightening the yellow glow into what looked like many startling golden suns.
Amaveed chased the carriage .On and on, over fields, through forests and even across lakes. He fell, he stumbled ,grazed and bruised himself.
One day the carriage suddenly stopped. Its place of rest was under an oak tree that looked just like the other two oak trees that he had sat under before.
His shaking hand reached out to pick up one of the golden bars that lay before him, tempting him. The second before his hand actually reached the gold though, a very large twig with an oak leaf attached to it, landed on his hand .It had fallen from the oak tree.
At that instant he really woke up. He was still sitting under the tree and realized that he had only dreamed that he had woken up before. All that strange stuff about gold in a carriage and him chasing it for so long, had only too, been a dream.
Amaveed stood up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
He was no longer lost.
He looked around him. He was walking up a path with trees each side; speckled sunlight danced through the leaves and played on the grass under his feet.
Today Amaveed felt ,as he always seem to feel-anxious. He didn't know why .It didn't matter what he encountered on his journey, this feeling of disquiet seemed to be his normal state all the time.
He sat down by the side of the path under an old oak tree. He suddenly remembered a spring evening long ago, when he had sat in a garden under a very similar tree.
That time, he had closed his eyes and had started to doze off. While in this half-way state between consciousness and sleep he kept hearing the following:
"Trees are our guardians,trees are highly advanced beings, and they are here to help us. Ask a tree a question and it is bound to know the answer".
He knew that there was more, but an insect had bit him and he lost the thread of the talk that he had been hearing.
Now, as he sat under the tree that really did look just the same as the one he had sat under the previous time, he decided to try and see if he could learn more about the trees. He looked at the strong, sturdy trunk and the proud, almost muscular branches as they stretched themselves out to the World. Could this really be a highly intelligent being ?
He rested his head on the bark and felt the hard wood against his hair. He closed his eyes. After a few minutes Amaveed started to drift off into a light sleep. Then he heard a voice saying:
"Trees record everything that happens. They contain the entire history of the World. They are the most advanced sensors of different levels of vibrations ever in existence. They watch us, record us and this information is sent to a central point where it is scrutinized and analysed. Because of their enormous data bank they have the ability to solve any problem, as they know every single problem in the World. Now let this grand oak tree talk to you."
The oak tree spoke in a deep, but kindly, mellow voice that sounded truly melodic, beautiful and hypnotic.
"You think that you have lost your way and you have. You are walking up a path created by your past, and instead of resisting it, you are following it. In the past you sow the seeds and later the plant appears in your life. The only real question to ask is, 'How do I stop the past creating my present?' "
The oak tree paused for a second and gently made his leaves sway so they caught the sun.
"What you must do is this, "the calm voice continued ,"you drop that weight you are carrying. Easier said than done, no doubt you will think. You are living an illusion, it's only an illusion , an amazingly good magic trick, but you can jump out of it. Listen, your language keeps you trapped in the illusion of time: so many words are about the future and the past. Words are the frame of the picture; the words keep us in the picture."
"If you really want to stop all this disquiet, forget the past,don't think of the future, and give no thought to thinking at all. Let your awareness only be in this precious, present moment. Let your feelings tell you how to act; be in your heart. Do you know that the electric field of the heart as 5000 times more powerful than the electric field of the brain? If you are really in the now, your ego is not there."
Suddenly ,Amaveed woke with a start.
The sound of horses hooves on the path woke him up from his oak tree talk.
He rubbed his eyes and stared in amazement as a horse and carriage, without any driver or people, laden with what looked like gold bars was speeding by.
He, at once, forgot about what the tree had told him.
He jumped to his feet,and ran with all his might, after the carriage and its cargo of gleaming gold bars.
The gold seemed to hypnotize him with its dazzling golden glare. Now the path was emerging into a field and because of the lack of foliage and trees, the sun took full advantage of this by brightening the yellow glow into what looked like many startling golden suns.
Amaveed chased the carriage .On and on, over fields, through forests and even across lakes. He fell, he stumbled ,grazed and bruised himself.
One day the carriage suddenly stopped. Its place of rest was under an oak tree that looked just like the other two oak trees that he had sat under before.
His shaking hand reached out to pick up one of the golden bars that lay before him, tempting him. The second before his hand actually reached the gold though, a very large twig with an oak leaf attached to it, landed on his hand .It had fallen from the oak tree.
At that instant he really woke up. He was still sitting under the tree and realized that he had only dreamed that he had woken up before. All that strange stuff about gold in a carriage and him chasing it for so long, had only too, been a dream.
Amaveed stood up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
He was no longer lost.
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