I Know Why the Willow Weeps
This is an excerpt from a novel which I am currently writing, but I think it is timely to post this in light of the continuing destruction and strife which our country is facing under the government shutdown.
I know why the willow weeps.
The willow is a sensitive soul that sees all and carries all. More than all the other trees, she feels a burden for humanity and for the state of your earth. She does not fear her own destiny, but she fears the destiny of the human heart.
Once upon a time long ago, the willow stood tall and her branches reached toward the sky, like all of the other trees. She lived in the green garden with the Tree of Life. She gently watched over Creation as she soaked in the deep secrets. Dewy teardrops would sometimes gather on her leaves as she felt so grateful and overwhelmed by awe at Creation and the great Author of Life.
One foggy morning, when the mystic clouds hung low in the sky, an angel came to earth with an important announcement. “Today, the Sleepers will be woken,” she said, “and the gates will be opened between the spirit realm and the physical earth. The Creator has ordained that the Sleepers be given another chance to follow the path of love and harmony, the path of the Kingdom.”
All of the trees trembled in excitement at the chance for rebirth and redemption. But the willow knew that this plan was also very dangerous. She had studied about the Sleepers from the Tree of Knowledge and the Akashic records.
The Sleepers had once been awake. They were beautiful beings, crafted directly from the light and the breath of the Creator. They were made in the image of the highest spirits of the Counsel. Indeed they were the sons and daughters of the gods, and they were called the Lightons. Yet, they had turned away, too quickly away, from their noble birthright and followed the destructive paths of greed and pride. Instead of following the true Kingdom path of servanthood,love, and sharing all to the abundance of all, they had set up hierarchies and little kingdoms with little thrones of power. Their light grew ever dimmer in their quest for power and control.
Eventually their thrones reached to the heavens and upset the balance of the whole spiritual universe. Great raindrops fell from heaven as the Creator cried at what had become of those beings so lovingly created with the Creator’s own life-breath.The teardrops flooded the universe and put the Lightons into a deep sleep of millions of years.
Now the counsel had decided to grant the Lightons another chance. This time they would be placed in the earth realm and take on physical bodies to hide their light. The greatest peril, and also greatest gift of the journey, is that they would forget who they were. Their reset memories would allow them a clean slate to pursue once again the path of love and harmony for which they were created and which remained the greatest desire in their deep spiritual inner places.
The willow was the most prophetic of all the trees. Some said that she could see things even beyond the knowledge of the Tree of Life, but she would never claim this for herself. As she pondered the awakening of the sleeping Lightons, she looked forward through time. The images made her branches quake in fright.
She saw wars and bloodshed over land. She saw young ones starving in the cold of the night with no mother to protect them, and she saw old wise ones laughed at, stoned, and burned by their villages in a mockery of their knowledge. She saw buildings go up as steel thrones. She saw a system of bartering and sharing morph into a system of power traded in currency called “money”. She saw the spirits of the Lightons flicker and dim until they completely forgotten that they even had a spirit, and they abandoned the very breath of the Creator inside of them. She saw them trade the great secrets for the love of power and greed once again. She saw the whole earth shudder and eventually die under the great pollution of hatred and greed.
With each vision, her branches tipped a little lower to the ground. Soon all her branches were falling down in a posture of weeping which she has assumed for thousands of years.
Yet, the willow remains a tree of green. Here tears may not be in vain. Despite all the wars, bloodshed, and destruction of the sleepers, the human race, the willow knows that a small flicker of hope remains.
It begins here with you and me. Make a choice for healing, love, and kingdom living.