The Trees

The Trees on Mt. Shasta noticed the difference today. I was aware of that. Trees could be viewed as sun worshippers too like the makers of the dolmens all over the world. It is about them standing there and waiting for sun and snow and rain and the minerals in the soil to make them strong. So, realistically it could be said that they are sun, snow, rain and mineral worshippers because that is what gives them life itself.

People who survive to an old age worship that which keeps them alive too (or else they die young) as many do by putting their attention on things not useful to their survival in a body on earth, especially between the ages of 12 and 30. This is when attention to what keeps you alive and sane is the most important in a person's life. Life cannot usefully continue after 30 years of age unless one puts their attention on what actually keeps them alive and sane.

They (the trees) were concerned about me today because as I went up in altitude I started coughing all the way up into Sand Flats. By the way the lower Sand Flats road is now free of any snow at all but just damp a few places. I noticed this as I drove my 4 wheel drive Tundra up into there today. I had planned to go out the upper road until I noticed that that road is still closed by snow still as of May 13th the day I'm writing this and went up there.

Because the trees worship the sun which gives them life they also are sensitive to people who advocate their survival in forests on earth like myself. Human sanity comes from trees and forests by the way and not from the drugs you take whether prescribed or not.

So, as people cut down more and more forests just expect them to become more and more suicidal without trees to take their pain. Because drugs of any kind are not as good as trees for taking away human pain.

When native Americans were dying here in the late 1840s and there was literally a dead Indian leaning on every oak tree from San Francisco to Sacramento from the plague then, the Native Americans knew where to go to give their pain to the trees even then. They knew where to go to die with dignity. It was sitting down with their back against an old oak tree. They knew how to die. They knew the Tree would help their spirits to a heaven realm.