Regrets

 The man regrets he hasn’t heard from a tree in a long time. The first time the forest spoke to him was way back in ’71, when he was a young man. It was ’87 before a tree ever took its time to address him again. Its a long time to have to do without good friends. It was ’87, before there was a tall pine far away who took up with him at any length at all.

The return student was about to get in trouble for nothing.

It was the most amazing experience, to hear from an entire forest in ’71. The native Americans speak of hearing from an eagle, but I’d be willing to wager that there have been a lot more life forces in this land that the native Americans used to listen to besides eagles. The United States Government won’t put up with most of them, starting with seeing the spirits of the trees.

Americans don’t want to hear about the spirits of the trees among the many experiences of power the native Americans used to talk about. They once killed whole tribes of native Americans for less than that. There have been a lot of origins of personal power that Americans would kill to silence. It was only blood, you know. Get rid of them all, and then there’d be just us.

Smart Alec human comes along and interrupts the conversation between no one and nothing.

It seems to the return student, like a great disservice was done between the tall tree and himself. He was in the process of learning something. A tree’s lecture was rudely interrupted by a cane, of all things. The official restricted him from campus, out of sheer jealousy. A return student had chosen to skip class, in preference to listening to a very meaningful lecture from a tall pine tree.

Then, the student has the openness and honesty about what has been going on – listening to a lecture from a tree, of all things. This young man is nothing short of dangerous. This sort of candor was hubris. The student has gotten more of an eduction than a PhD psychologist. That official was nothing less than insulted by the openness of the return student.

Anyone who dares talk like that has got to have too much pluck.

Don’t most colleges regard attending class as being a discretionary matter? Sure, they want you to go to class, but they aren’t supposed to call out the cavalry over one lousy student sitting on the steps outside the building, are they? I’ve had plenty of experience of being spirited off a college campus, bound for a state hospital, but wasn’t this a little too loaded with the obvious?

People will never believe you, which is what gives them the puck to call the cops and railroad him off to a locked ward, without criminal charges against him and without a trial. They still want the general population to believe in the land of the free and the home of the brave. No one is going to fault the government for locking up – illegally – another dangerous psychotic schizophrenic.

So, he was just as rudely ushered away from the tree for no good reason whatsoever.

It wasn’t like the return student was attacking the tall pine with a buzz saw, the way a lot of ignorant men would do. He was only sitting quietly and listening to whatever was on the tree’s mind. What’s the harm in that? The man had been forthright with the official, and it just seemed to him that the official felt deprived of some sort of honor in the process, when he learned of the lecture.

That very puffed up official went to American schools for a very long time, to get as far as he’d gotten in life. He had a job in a community college, for heaven’s sake. The return student was well aware of the fact, too. The one reason the student was being as open and honest with the man as he was being, was by virtue of the man’s very advanced education.

They’ll be glad to get you into an ER in a strange city, where you don’t know the ropes, remotely testing the extent of your personal power, on an entire set of computer software. For one thing, you’ll happen to know a few things about about their information systems, never touching the hardware, to keep everything on the up and up. Then, by thought processes only, you solve their basic problem.

You’re the one who balances out all their systems, just by watching their behavior.

You don’t even realize you’re in the process of being incarcerated when your family takes you to the ER in their remote city. You’ve been spirited away from everything you call home, just because you’ve been made to feel that your life’s in danger. It isn’t your life that’s on the line in this ER, it’s your very precious liberty. It’s because of that one conversation with that one tree, too.

Then, you hear about a respiratory distress patient who ends up parked outside you cubical, brought in by the paramedics and parked in the hallway. You’ve been to respiratory rehab back home, and through process of positive thought and effective, silent prayer, you succeed in bringing a total stranger completely out of major respiratory distress altogether.

When the respiratory patient arrived by ambulance, radio kept you abreast of his steadily improving condition. But there weren’t any other emergency medical conditions the miracle worker could overhear, to develop a recovery out of some other indiscretion overheard by radio or word of mouth. The remainder of the ER patients were going to have to muddle their way through.

The miracle worker heard nothing else from any other direction.

Eventually there was a police officer in your cubical and a second lingering closer by. He wanted me to get in a wheelchair, which you did not believe was such a good idea in the first place. The two cops managed to render you wheelchair bound, and one cop took you for a ride to parts unknown, down highways which were utterly foreign to you.

You’ve never been on a psych ward like that one before. You could guess you were in the State of Virginia instead of Maryland, where you’d known the ropes Finally, you find yourself an inpatient in some psych ward you’ve been wanting to avoid for a very long time. I guess that was supposed to teach you to keep from yourself from talking to trees again.

One knows when a fellow’s watching the life force of a tree.

We finally arrived at parts unknown, but I was only there briefly, a couple of days and nights. One was shown to his own room, but was not offered commitment papers or a trial, at least not at first. One kept thinking about the work he accomplished while he’d been an inpatient at the ER. That work, you understand, was so covert that anyone who knew about it had been conditioned to let it go.

There was the official up home, who almost required hospitalization.

The official, who was the clinical psychologist up home, probably went back to his office in a rage that he had not experienced such a significant lecture himself, and wrote it all up. The return student was said to be dealing with an unreality, which is a convenient excuse. To experiencing an unreality was grounds for getting a man a one way ticket to a locked state hospital.

The student never went back to that college. He believed it was of paramount importance that he should keep perception like the spirits of the trees, as well as conversations with trees to himself in the future. He was darned if he was going to get railroaded over a thing like this one again. The man made it a mental note to keep such experiences to himself in the future.

In ’71, the student had been rudely removed from another college campus by a county sheriff, and driven to a perfect hell hole, where he was given a series of shots, to bring him out of what amounted to a very spiritual experience, or what the psychiatrists call an unreality. It’s not worth it to make an attempt at reaching a more intense level of personal power in this country.

The only thing that happens is they violate your liberty and give you medicine to shut you up.

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About geostan51

I'm a wordsmith and a craftsman. I've been known to hand crochet just about anything escept granny squares. I've got about twenty titles in my name on the Kindle Store at Amazon.com.
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