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MG Schoombee

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I love trees. I really, really love trees. I get very upset with idiotic people cutting them down. Beautiful full-grown or young, any tree. WHY? So upset that I scream at them from my car — Murderers! All I get is that — crazy lady, run look.

Why do it? Trees are so magnificent. Beautiful. Regal. On this earth for many more years than you or me. They are our connection to the other realms. To the magick of nature and being alive.

Have you ever sat under a tree or even spend time close to a tree, taken a deep breath and just felt the energy the tree is sending out? I can sit under them for hours. Hug them, stare at them, even talk to them.

To feel that ancient energy flowing into your body, healing, energizing or just caressing you. Whatever you need at that moment will be given to you with all the love and gratitude of mother earth. Everything on this beautiful earth of ours is energy. Energy vibrating at different frequencies, in different dimensions. We just need to tune into the frequency of the tree, of Mother Nature to feel her caring embrace.

They just keep on living, keep on reaching for the sunshine, for the stars. They seem so happy for no reason at all. Taking in deep breaths of air and handing that magick over to us undeserving humans, to keep alive.

“Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars… and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy.” ~Osho

I can disappear for hours among the trees, drinking in their magick, searching the branches for little enquiring faces looking down at me. You need to take a little time out of your busy day and just mingle with them. Feel the healing embrace of mother earth, reaching out to caress her child.

Listen to the whispers of the trees. The softer the whisper, the more important the message. Listen with your soul.

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