I Speak For The Trees

by Silvana Garbe

In the summer of 2013, I finally managed to do something I had been yearning to do for a long, LONG time. And, as there are no such things as coincidences, there was a forest right next to the block of flats where I used to live. So, finally, as I regained my freedom, my time, my space, and my senses, I started to go there often. To walk. To sit. To lie on the grass. To lean on a tree. To read. To write. To think. To not think. To understand. To cry. To look very very carefully around me. To listen. To be quiet. 

The forest had always been beautiful to me. Because it is a magical place. But I had never felt it as a presence. It was an environment where my presence could be felt. But I was unreceptive to its spirit. Something changed after the summer of 2013. I started recognizing the presence of trees. And, all of a sudden, in the autumn of that year, I realized that the pleasant feeling I had in my heart when being around trees was the presence of trees. I started feeling connected to groups of trees in the places where I would go. I felt them hug me in their network of warm light. And I must tell you, trees are very welcoming. People are most ignorant of the life of trees. They show no consideration for the presence of their spirit. They don’t take the time to look at them and ask how they are feeling. Trees are very sad because of this. Trees are very generous and very light-hearted creatures. And, most of all, they are very happy to connect with humans. 

Walking on the street, you look at the people, you look at the cars, you look at the shops, the sidewalk, and the garbage on the sidewalk, but you rarely look at trees on purpose, isn’t it? For some reason, in 2013, trees and bushes and grass started to feel more present to me than the buildings, the cars, and the streets. 

After I regained my family of trees, I started to talk about them differently. A tree house would be “a home in the arms of a friend”. I would “know the trees” in my neighbourhood. “Let’s go to the trees.” “Some people like cars, I like trees.” “They are cutting down MY trees!” “Let me introduce you to two of my favourite trees.” “My name means ‘protector of the forest’ .” “Today you will find out what is going on inside my mind. I’ve got my head full of trees!”

Then people began to pick up on that. Someone started sending me beautiful photos of trees at random moments. Needless to say some of those photos came when I needed them most. Someone remembered that she, too, felt a strong connection with nature. Someone remembered there was a famous professor who had a tree to whom he would talk and seemed to prefer the company of that tree to the company of humans. Someone said, “This lady is the protector of the forest; we should treat her with consideration.” Someone pointed at a couple of random trees in a photo and called them “her trees”, referring to me. For the first time, individual trees were considered important enough to be pointed at in a photo that was taken to capture the image of something else! Do you think this is nothing? I am telling you this is a very big deal. These people are starting to think about trees differently! 

We are sometimes concerned with losing the forests because they do this neat little trick that provides us with the air we are breathing. No big deal. In terms of harvesting solar energy, way more efficient than any technology we managed to come up with so far. But for that reason only, you should understand that these creatures offer you more than you could ever give back to them. The least you can do is acknowledge their presence with a smile! Say “Hello!”. Show some kind of consideration for the fact that they too are alive. Be neighbourly. Make an effort to remember what they look like. If you feel generous one day, ask how they are feeling. And then really look to see the answer. Eventually, you too can go about your own business saying crazy stuff like “I speak for the trees”. Or, at least, start calling them “my trees”. Isn’t Earth your planet? See? They certainly are YOUR trees. 

And, there is more.

On the evening of January 8th 2014, I felt a big silence approaching. I sometimes get this sensation that my heart is firmly set in its place and everything settles down and everything inside and outside of me becomes very very purposefully quiet. The next day I woke up with an accumulating energy that was pressuring me to do something, but I did not know what it was that I was supposed to do. I felt like an arrow about to be released from a bow. Like a furious animal about to attack. My inner sight was intensely focused on something, but I did not know what that something was. The tension was increasing. I felt the need to fight. With something or someone. But I don’t want to fight. I want to create. Still, there was that fire inside me.  I didn’t know what to do with it. I NEEDED TO ACT! But how??? I tried a few random things, felt very frustrated that they still didn’t manage to release the accumulating tension and then decided that I would go talk to the Council of Trees and simply chose to connect to it immediately. As expected, the Council allowed me to participate. Then I visualised myself on a mountaintop in Romania. From there, I screamed out a powerful pillar of energy into the cosmos. I spoke for the trees. Then I brought my focus back to China, where I am now living. I pulled out the energy of trees and nature from the belly of the Earth, strongly anchored it into my power centre and then screamed out that energy into the cosmos. I will be waiting for the echo.

I speak for the trees. And the trees, they know me. They hug me into their beautiful network of warm light. 

I have never had this much fun with my spiritual work ever before in my life! I will do this again!