Third Communion with the Land
The Day After the US Election
It is noon and I am on the hillside near the future-visioning portal, drawn to an area lit by unseasonably warm sun, a rare gift for this time of year.
Turning and turning, I stopped when my face met the blinding sunlight. Letting my body soften and slowly ripple down into my Snake-body, my eyes becoming almost hooded. With my palms open to the sun’s warmth, I felt a distinct current in the chakras in my hands.
On the final rotations, I look up at the bare tree tops. Only a few rust-coloured oak leaves are left, beautiful against the blue sky. Looking down, I see raspberry canes, twigs, two notches in the bark of a tree; I’m drawn a particular stick about three feet long with a pronged Y formation. I think of a ‘fork in the road.’
I’d been told to be attentive to whatever would capture my attention; it was definitely this stick. I tune in to listen to the message of this simple stick, wondering, In the wake of the election, was the Y formation pointing to a divisiveness or a coming-together? I realized that question could not be answered unless I went deeper, so I put the cushion down, turned my back to the sun, closed my eyes and breathed deeply.
The stick tells a story. Attached to the tree, this forking out would have been a healthy expression of Life. Everything connected to the main source wants to branch out, to reach beyond and commune with the world. That branching is held with the literal fibers of Love.
What you saw with the stick on the ground was its history. The branch now slowly rots. Your question about whether it is a symbol of divisiveness or coming together, based upon the issues you and the world are holding after the US election, is like studying a corpse. You will not get complete answers, even with the most perceptive autopsy.
This is the situation right now. Analysis of the forked stick — will the US be divided violently or come together peacefully — misses the point. The stick is no longer connected to the tree! That story is one of separation at the core.
It is vital not to seek solutions from a lifeless, disconnected discourse. The work that is needed urgently is the work of reconnection, remembering how to connect with Life. The vital branching is always at play in the world. Everything else is like trying to resurrect corpses in a graveyard. And that is ghostly and ghastly!
Only Life, Source, is capable of providing the impetus for its own expression. And that is a never-ending story worth attending, even through the doorway of death.
I hear the squirrel beside me, the same one that found me near the end of my writing yesterday. Hanging from the trunk of the nearby tree, he eyeballed me curiously, as if to say, “What are you up to today?” before scampering away. We are becoming friends.