05-22-2011, 12:00 AM
I have a great love for, and affinity with, those that you call "The Standing People."
I first met the Mother of the Standing People, the one you called the Tree of Life.
The life of our Mother is imbued all throughout our planet, no doubt...but from what I have seen, her actual life is independent of the planet if she so desires...her sentience is not bound in matter any more than her Spirit Mate who is our Father...
But her present form is that of the tree...the Great Tree...the Living Tree...it is rooted in the lucid soil and reaches toward the lucid sky.
At her roots, she shelters the souls of those waiting between worlds...between experiences...who sleep and dream unimagined dreams in safety and solace...gaining strength and courage from her love...so that they may return again and again...to us and then to her...and we each shall do the same in our turn...until we are given grace to dart past the Eagle and remain aware in the sum of our gathered sentient mind.
Perhaps that is when we may take on the form of a Standing One, ourselves. I don't know about that. I know that my dreaming mate and eternal partner-in-crime-and-in-miracles chooses a tree in my yard in which to watch over me....I took a picture of his counterpart of my waking world, and the shadow of the tree was in the photo, too...both faces can be seen...one watching and one looking...looking at the tree in which the watcher waits...for the looker to see.
I first met the Mother of the Standing People, the one you called the Tree of Life.
The life of our Mother is imbued all throughout our planet, no doubt...but from what I have seen, her actual life is independent of the planet if she so desires...her sentience is not bound in matter any more than her Spirit Mate who is our Father...
But her present form is that of the tree...the Great Tree...the Living Tree...it is rooted in the lucid soil and reaches toward the lucid sky.
At her roots, she shelters the souls of those waiting between worlds...between experiences...who sleep and dream unimagined dreams in safety and solace...gaining strength and courage from her love...so that they may return again and again...to us and then to her...and we each shall do the same in our turn...until we are given grace to dart past the Eagle and remain aware in the sum of our gathered sentient mind.
Perhaps that is when we may take on the form of a Standing One, ourselves. I don't know about that. I know that my dreaming mate and eternal partner-in-crime-and-in-miracles chooses a tree in my yard in which to watch over me....I took a picture of his counterpart of my waking world, and the shadow of the tree was in the photo, too...both faces can be seen...one watching and one looking...looking at the tree in which the watcher waits...for the looker to see.