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Old 09-18-2008, 05:43 PM   #35
whitecrow
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Originally Posted by doodah View Post
Can you describe what the singing of the trees sounded like?
In my rambles both along the creek across the street from my apartments and out in the hills, I seem to "feel" the energy of the place. I had long been in the habit of mentally greeting the spirits of the place, even though my idea of what that means is a little nebulous. It seems to me that everything has a spirit, even my car has something resembling that on some level. I'm serious: even the dumpster. I don't dwell on dumpster spirits, but I do live by the proposition that at some level, there is intelligence in everything. I thank the white sage that gives me my smudge wands. I greet the spirit of the coyote or the mountain lion when I meet them, and no animal has ever threatened me.

There's a big aspen over by the creek, with spreading roots and babies of all sizes surrounding her. I often stroll by to admire her in the evening light, and one evening about a year ago, I became aware of a sort of hum, very much like voices chanting, that seemed to come from everything around me but especially the great aspen and her little grove of offspring. I did not hear this with my physical ears of course, but it was a definite sense of getting something telepathic. I was startled. Mentally, I addressed the tree: It's YOU, isn't it! And the tree responded: It is us. We know you. We welcome you. We call you Man Who Walks. No other trees have "spoken" with me, but I "hear" their music, and I am more keenly aware than ever that every bit of living matter is infused with spirit and intelligence.

This is the kind of thing I don't talk about with very many people. It's great to have a forum like this where folks can share these things. My experiences, I've learned, while unusual perhaps, are hardly unique.


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Originally Posted by doodah View Post
...During the chanting I began to hear a flute, a series of rising tones, high-pitched. Of course, no one was playing a flute! Someone told me that I was hearing the harmonics of the building...
That explanation is exactly right, and it must have been a wonderful thing to hear. I used to have one of those trumpets. There's a vocal group called The Harmonic Choir that uses the ability of the human vocal chords to utter harmonics. The effect is absolutely stunning.
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