My Friend the Tree

By Jonette Crowley

April 2003

 

You all know that I can communicate with disembodied energy beings, also known as “White Eagle” and “Mark”. So you might think that it is no big deal for me to talk to other non-human objects. But believe me, the idea of actually having an inner conversation with anything other than a Master Teacher or Guide never even crossed my mind.

 

But I’m here to say that sometimes the oddest things happen when you least expect them. Last week I was walking down the street in downtown Seattle. I stopped at a median in the middle of a busy street and noticed the towering fir tree proudly growing there. Spontaneously I looked up at his glorious boughs and softly said, “Wow! You’re beautiful!”

 

Immediately I felt a physical shock-opening at my heart. I knew that he heard me and was acknowledging my compliment. Never have I felt such a direct and clear sensory communication from nature.

 

So last night as I was flying from Denver to Austin, I was reading a passage in a book about the possibility of talking to devas of specific plants. At 30,000 feet I wasn’t anywhere near any semblance of nature, but I figured I would try to connect with the tree in Seattle.

 

Whoosh! I felt him (definitely a male). He was a clear, telepathic presence in my head. Shocked, I asked him how he could find me. “Because I love you,” was his instant reply in my head. For a split second I marveled at the simplicity of that idea – that it is the power of love that connects through time and space. He sensed my pause and asked, “Do you doubt that?” Well, how could I doubt his love? I knew him because he touched my heart so palpably.

 

In the spirit of my true human doubt and insecurity, my next thought question was, “Why do you love me?”

Needless to say, he didn’t respond directly to that question; but the feeling was that love is just the essence of things. His nature is to love and I just happened to notice.

 

This thinking dialogue was so much easier than I experience with “Mark” or “White Eagle”; possibly because they aren’t physical. I was only over Oklahoma. I had plenty of time and millions of questions.

 

I went right into tree questions, asking him about the pine trees in our yard that had suffered a withering drought, followed by last month’s dump of four feet of snow. He told me he would look after their health. When I worried about the effects of continuing drought on the trees, his telepathic reply was that in Seattle he had plenty of water and he would make sure our trees experienced the moisture.

 

In response to my observation that my whole yard feels energetically off-balanced, he simply said I need some fish in my pond. The stunted blue spruce was lonely and needs other trees around. Last year’s veggie garden needs to be xeroscaped this year, and so on.

 

His interaction was spry and humorous. He told me his name is Harry but he answers to Frank. His responses popped into my mind before I even finished thinking of the questions. I got the feeling that he could answer many things far-reaching from the tree kingdom.

 

As I pondered why a tree would know or even care about other topics, it hit me: there is no such thing as tree consciousness or rock consciousness or even me consciousness; there is just one consciousness. For ages, I have intellectually and spiritually believed in the oneness of all, the connection of the universe, but until my new tree friend showed up, I had never actually felt the reality of that truth!

Thanks Frank!