Rings of a Tree > Ring 20

Elder Tree and cadet

Seed and Tree 

By: D. Evan McCormick

Man Traveling through space of mind.

Tree Ring Holes

When you travel space there will be creatures like you, five point stars. They have many colors and shapes. Some are blue and green with large heads and bare chests. Others are more beautifully shaped than what you could ever expect with round hips that glisten silver. Our universe is a cup overflowing with shapes of life. This will press your perspective with impressions. Meeting what is different does a special thing to your heart, invokes a desire belonging to curiosity. 

Differences are contrasts for the mind. A piece of another puzzle. A part of an equation you haven’t imagined. A mathematical problem you solved within the comfort of your own logic. Then smash, an arrangement of numbers that you haven’t put together before and yet, it works. Not just works, but is exquisitely elegant and smooth for the mind to feel. This exposure to contrast, to differences, will ignite in your heart a passion. A locked up coil in the heart will release and your mind will become flooded with energy. 

This is why I talk about holes. There are all kinds of them. A hole is what the impulse of unrealized differences will want to fill. Your tongue will want to explore a hole, to taste a depth of thirst. Your pelvis will want to push into a hole, to fulfill a thrust of wholeness. Your hands will want to dive into a hole, to explore caves and satisfy a longing for knowledge. These are some of the ways knowledge tricks us, to fill a hole. Knowledge seeks wholeness, it is driven to learn the meaning of life. It is driven to satiate an end. More than an end, it seeks what is beyond death. More than death, a completion to seeking. 

What an irony, knowledge is like a fire that can never learn when to stop burning. Knowledge is endless because numbers are endless. Infinity is knowledge. Counting into infinity has no end. There is no complete knowledge of our universe. When knowledge meets what is different, this is why it becomes a fire. It wants to burn through every detail hoping there will be a point at the end of the hole. Exploring the other, a difference, filling their hole, will leave you exhausted. Try filling every hole, every different creature in the universe and your energy will die out, yet infinity will continue - unaware of your death in desire. 

In days when our ancestors were physical, when they used hand weapons and hand tools, they would put themselves into a hole of a tree. Leave a seed in the bark to impregnate a land with their idea. It was a way to claim conquest. A delusion that knowledge of who they are is complete and fulfilled. This sense of ownership only festered into sadness and disease. Ownership over a hole by dominated a hole was an ancient way to claim victory over knowledge. 

In days when our ancestors were energetic, when they used to plug electricity into each other, program a release as an amplitude wave, they would insert programs that hyjacked the senses of the other. To posses the hole of another, bend the other to their will. This delusion of power backfired into chaotic algorithms that drove a heart to insanity. Possessing another’s knowledge is dangerous, it implants two wills in one body, two directions that pull away and pull apart the fabric of the heart. Ripping life in half. 

Don’t forget about our ancient people during the harmonic age too, when the ear drum became an implant and sound waves pleasure. Endless sound combinations to tickle the hormones that made for ecstasy. Tree city to tree city harmonics played while people stood in public enduring wave after wave of orgasmic chords. It mesmerized the youth into forgetting family, civic duty, and eventually took self respect. I seem like a traditionalist, I know, yet sound became culture and culture was used as a weapon to lull the generations at that time into immediate gratification. It shortened their life spans with inactivity and denied essential mental training by depleting sequential processes. It lead to complacency and our planet was asleep dreaming of connection. This is the undercurrent of dullness that allowed inter dimensional intelligence to conquer our planet. 

It was only in the age of mind when our ancestors began to regulate pleasure. When knowledge became a topic that corporations began to heavily regulate. Yes, you know your history. You were taught that corporate families took control of military and enforced thought restrictions. I don’t think you know about this though, in the vaulted rooms underneath the tree cities there were what they called thought clubs. An innocent term for a natural outlet. Rooms where youth gathered secretly and shared thought programs via node links. More holes. Inserting digital thought molecules into each other. They were seeking shared knowledge that was denied by authorities. The young wanted to know what was feeling like, what was pleasure like, what is outside their parameter of a thought bubble. Knowledge finds its way. It wants to seek. It is propelled by a blast of life force animating our every known instinct for survival. Thought clubs turned into organized militias. Civil wars broke out between tree cities. Those denied knowledge of feeling against the corporations suppressing creative, exploring, orgasmic boundaries. 

All over a fundamental drive found in our proteins. Our genes are a foundation of exploration. Our cosmic blueprint from the beginning of ages is oriented to seek knowledge through another. Through the differences our awareness encounters. Our genes created touch so hands can reach out and feel knowledge. Created ears so sound can enter and stimulate an entire brain structure. Created a tongue to lick up the tastes of flavors. A nose to whiff molecules into a memory of comfort. All our senses of perception come from genes seeking knowledge. 

This is why I say this to you my cadets. You will be in body suits made for space. You will have many original organs belonging to what we call a mammal body. You will sacrifice your thumbs to interface with a control system found in ships that zip from galaxy to galaxy. You will sacrifice a liver to process levels of gravity. A spinal column to decompress into a mushy ball of plasma to go through center’s of suns. So much will you sacrifice for a knowledge to outline the map of our cosmos, yet there it will be, your heart. A direct link to all our ancient people. Genes that will speak to your awareness through all this radical technology that will take over your body structures. A signal that will remain. A message. To be curious. To find out how to bridge differences. To somehow make complete what you are lacking. 

A hole you will find. You will dig holes with aggressive fear. You will fall into holes that appear suddenly with beauty. You will ask kindly and with gentleness to enter holes and find sometimes a treasure. Or refreshing water. Or mud. 

Whatever you find in your pursuit for knowledge, it will always be incomplete. An infinite number of experiences will remain out of your reach. An infinite count of differences will carry on way after you leave this body. What to do? Change the idea. Make the hole into a funnel. A flux of energy is all we are, compressed into a micro port and then spewed out to the other side as dust. This is how knowledge ends. A debris of unfulfilled desires. Through a funnel of time we are compressed and through a hole of unknowing we leave our awareness of self. A vapor, a misty dust sprawling out in space. Flecks of flesh that continue as an infinite process of becoming. 

Or, refuse this metaphor. I only offer a choice as you navigate unknown space.