What, then, are the branches if they are not the life of
the tree? One can argue that the green
leaves perform photosynthesis which brings the sun down into the roots of the
tree, turning the energy of the sun into the tree. But I believe that while the sun is drawn down into the tree, the tree
itself behaves more like a conduit than a receiver. After taking a small amount of energy, it is
the Earth that is the receiver with the tree being merely a channel.
What, then, are
the branches? They are the final form,
the manifestation, the concretization of the unseen into the seen. The roots reach deep into the Earth, down
into the world of minerals. We are told
that the mineral world contains no life, with the classic definition of life
given to us by scientists as the ability to grow, metabolize, respond, adapt,
and reproduce. The mineral world, they
tell us, is lifeless and structured crystals.
Yet the roots of all plant bodies reach into this mineral
world of perfect, lifeless, highly organized form and draw the minerals up into
the plant. What was lifeless becomes
life. What was dead becomes alive. Now the minerals become the body, and the
body is the final form.
But the body dies.
It always dies. The purpose of
the body is not life but death. Life is
pulled from the unseen into the seen, it is poured into the form, and its
destruction is an imminent law from which no living thing can escape. So the branches of the tree, and especially
the leaves (which are a micro version of the branches) become the eventual expression
of death, while the roots are the source of life.
“You are wrong! It
is the other way around!” you say. But I
tell you, it is not. Anything that fits
the definition of “life” given to us by our so-called noble scientists is, in
fact, doomed to die, to expire, to be no more.
But that which is hidden, unseen, unmanifest, and in perfect,
structured, crystallized character, that
is what gives life. The trees, the
plants, the animals, and the people are the final form, the final manifestation
of the unseen into the seen, and as such, they are doomed to die with the
process of death starting from the first day of birth.
Yet all around the tree the leaves fall, and then the
branches, and then the animals and people.
The Great Alchemist receives His highly structured crystals back, which
we had only borrowed to begin with. Down
into the world of darkness, dampness, and crystalline beauty we all go, back to
the beginning. The seen becomes the
unseen again.
The life is in the roots of the tree, and as a parallel,
it is also in the roots of the people. Those
who currently walk the Earth draw upon the unseen roots of those who went
before them, pulling up the structured minerals of civilization and manifesting
them in the present society. But to
those ancestral roots they will eventually return. Man is the final form of the unseen. He is the manifestation of his roots, fed by
his hidden ancestry.
Some say that death is just a dream, but they forget the
simple childhood song: “Row, row, row
your boat gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.” Every child knows this, and to every child (the
fresh sprout newly born from the unseen) it makes perfect sense.
Life is but a dream.
He with ears, let him hear.
