Ramone Kindrat - It's in the whispers of the trees

The wisdom is held in the trees, quietly speaking to us in the wind. One must be attuned to their spiritual self to understand the ancient languages so detailed and intertwined. The largest trees have withstood the trials of time, marked and damaged by the storms and debris that scared them as they stood. But, they stood... They stood with an understanding that time is only imagined. Time creates scars, scars in the times of struggles. The scars are the badges of wisdom, each one earned until all that is visible is the scarred surface. The transformation that appears as damaged and old, brings us to our truer self, our wiser self, closer to God. The storms that have flogged the trees creates a strength, a wisdom, a truer being.

The roots are the true presence. The roots connect to the multiple generations of ancestors - intertwined in a beautiful web—a network. The ancestors have already written the details that will come into fruition - to fulfill the larger purpose. The tree believes that she is beautiful and strong on her own, or frail and withered in times of tragedy. The wisdom is in the knowledge of the foundation and higher purpose, the generations of souls that have come before her. The notes of her song were already written centuries before she was born. The gift is the time of struggle to build beauty. The beauty that flourishes with age. Age creates a knowing, an ability to flow with the wind. When the tree flows with the wind it gains strength and creates a song. The song sings for all the nations and ancestors and cries for the souls that cannot understand the whispers. - Ramone Kindrat