4 The vision of the tree

John found it confusing, that concept of time. He sat on a tree stump in the forest and thought about life. He had often struggled with the concept of time. Calendars, schedules, appointments, the order of events. After studying about religion, physics and history, he understood that he was more than the body in which he lived. His body was only one form in which the “I”, deeply rooted in his being, was expressed. When he combined the short views from other lives, it seemed like a whole story in episodes. Each life was part of a
larger story. Was linear time the right measure to understand all those lives? Slowly a
pattern began to form. It looked more like a flower than a straight line. All those memories were themes spread over several lives. There was only linear time within one lifetime. But observing it from the 5th dimension, the themes turned out to be the only useful tool for understanding the combinations of patterns of love and knowledge.

John began to pay attention to the patterns and saw that the themes were petals on a beautiful flower. The heart of the flower had many colours, soft tones, mixed with bright areas of colour. It was one smooth, perfect unity. The flower then seemed to be a little further away and a branch with leaves and flowers became visible to his mind’s eye. He had never had such a vision before. The branch became smaller, and a tree became visible. The tree was perfect, the balance between all the parts was perfect. The tree was complex and simple at the same time, there was as much light as dark, as much leaf as flower. The tree was full of beautiful fruits.

The image faded and he was back in the forest, sitting on the old tree stump. He stood up and felt a shaman’s song, thousands of years old, welling up in him. The sounds were deep for a while and then became high. The rhythms slow at first. After a while they became quick. It gave him the inner peace he had been looking for for so long. Always searching and never finding. Just when he had given up searching here in the forest, he had that strange vision and these sounds that were new to him and yet so familiar.
He suddenly stopped singing. What did he see there? A shaman from the First Nations appeared vaguely. The picture became clearer and clearer. The clothing was simple, but festive. The man was full of symbolic objects, of which John felt something of recognition. The old man spoke to him, but his ears heard no words, only the sounds of the forest. The Indian’s mouth didn’t move either. It was more like remembering the words spoken by someone. He felt that the words in his head came from the old man. “You’ve just had a vision, but you don’t understand it. That is why the spirits who guide you have asked me to explain it to you. Indeed, each petal symbolizes a theme that you have learned about in multiple lifetimes. The leaves are connected by the heart of that flower. That heart is a symbol for your immortal spirit, which expresses itself in a variety of lifetimes. The whole flower is a symbol for your Higher Self, the totality of all that you are through time and space in this Universe. But there were also branches and even the whole tree in your vision. The branches symbolize your “Being” in different Universes next to each other. You know length, width and depth as the first three dimensions. Time is the fourth dimension. If you look from the fifth dimension, you see several creations that coexist. Each has its own expression of time and space. Matter, as you know it, is just one of many forms of existence. If you dare to look deep enough inside yourself, you can discover your flower, and even see the branch. Few people dare to go further and see the whole tree. It is a symbol for everything that is and is not. You became free from “Being” and “Not Being”. There is a kind of Collective Consciousness at that level, which mortals call “God.” This is just one spiritual initiation; Many more will follow. “

John felt grateful and overwhelmed at the same time. He collapsed and fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, everything seemed back to normal. He was not sure. Had he dreamed everything, or had it really happened? He decided to go home and give it time to sink in.