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Andy's avatar

A master gardener found an ancient tree that appeared dead above ground - brittle branches, no leaves. Everyone said to cut it down.

"No," she said, "the roots still dream."

She spent years learning the old language of roots, studying with those who remembered. She meditated beneath the dead tree. She took sacred medicines to see as roots see. She wrote beautiful stories about what trees were like before the great forgetting.

One day, a child watching her said, "Why do you use so many words about wordlessness? Why do you think so hard about not-thinking?"

The gardener opened her mouth to explain, then stopped. She looked at her hands - covered in ink from writing, callused from digging. She realized she'd been so busy describing water she'd forgotten to water the tree.

She laughed until she cried. Her tears fell on the earth.

The tree's first green shoot appeared where her tears met the roots that had never stopped growing, just deeper than anyone bothered to look - including her.

"Teacher," asked the child, "was the tree dead?"

"No," she said, "but I was."

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Arjun's avatar

After “consciously “ consuming lot of content on consciousness :)

I have started to go along the path - there is no path to reach it .

Trying to become Consciousness is like a wave trying to become the ocean — it never stopped being it.

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