Enlightening Nonsense

The park seemed to have a strange hush over it, as if God himself had shushed it like an unruly child. As I looked down the steps at the expanse of the night sky and the Bethesda Fountain and the lake reflecting the lights from The Boathouse, it was hard to tell if I was looking at a picturesque view of nature or a natural view of a picture.

When I got to my tree friend, I greeted him in the usual manner and leaned my back against him. He wrapped his arms around me and embraced me in a vacuum where the silence was deafening. It was as if I had entered the Creation of the universe and was at the “In the beginning…” part of the story.

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters.

And then suddenly my tree friend became God and said, “Let there be light” and a planet that was pregnant with possibility gave birth to Life. He pointed his conductor’s baton upwards and a slight wind arose and the rustling of branches broke the silence. Next he aimed his attention at the lake and a duck added his instrument to the music of the night. He then directed his stick into the distance and stirred awake the motor of a car. One by one he invited the musicians to join in and music started to fill the air and soon the once tranquil park was alive and thunderous with a full orchestra.

My tree friend was showing me how our ears have become deaf to the melodies that consistently play for us. By stopping the music altogether and then by adding one piece at a time to the ensemble, I could not only appreciate the song as if for the first time, but I could also discern each player who played their part in the Universal Company and what formerly sounded to me just like noise, now was a beautiful composition of harmony.

Each day we melt down individual contributions to the whole like crayons from a 64-piece set until they are a uniform brown mess. Lacking an appreciation for the coloring that each individual piece adds to the box, our drawings become nondescript. We seek Oneness yet in that Oneness we blind ourselves the ability to discern and appreciate our incomparable…and beautiful…differences.

And so we seek to limit the multitude of expressions of the spectrum—from Aquamarine to Denim to Navy to Turquoise—to only one ray of color that we call “Blue.” What was once a rainbow of manifestation now has become a uniform white light. And we are told that this is the ultimate goal, to come together and dissolve our uniqueness into blandness.

Without the individual trees, you don’t have a forest. Without the mountains and the sky, you don’t have a vista. And without the individual, you don’t have the whole.

My tree friend showed me that it is only when we honor each separate being as a part unto itself by listening to his music without trying to change his instrument or melody, that we can unite into a collective unit whose multitude of hues and shades and musicality can combine to draw any picture or play any song we can imagine from the infinite Source of our creativity.

He showed me that we are God and perhaps we have forgotten to start “In the beginning” and are trying to color our world with a brown piece of collective wax we call Oneness and instead of conceiving a paradise, we are creating a world of mediocrity.

“It is through the contrast of living in separate vessels that we [understand] our Divine connection more exquisitely.”

2012 Atlantean Revelations by Sri Ram Kaa & Kira Raa

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