The Live Oak Faun

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Larry, my then husband, and I were on our way over a mountain pass in Central California. We stopped along the road to wander through the woods. The trees were exceedingly tall and slender, the first branches didn't start for 50 to 75 feet up, or more. The leaves on the ground were "canoe" shaped with saw-tooth edges. I asked Larry what kind of trees these were.

"Live Oak"

"These aren't Oak trees. These aren't Oak leaves." I held up one.

"Oak leaves and trees come in many different shapes and sizes. These are Live Oak."

"I don't believe you. You're teasing me."

"I'm not! Look! How do you account for all the acorns all over the ground if these aren't Oak trees?"

I looked down at my feet, there were acorns *everywhere*. They appeared as if by magic. I hadn't noticed a single acorn until Larry mentioned them. How is that? Sometimes we are so blind that we don't see what is right before us.

Ashamed of myself for being so stubborn and not believing someone who Knew his plants, I apologized. Then I walked over to a young tree, more than fifty feet tall before its first branches, and hugged it, caressing the soft moss with my cheek. It was amazing to me how they could stand soooo tall and they weren't even two feet in diameter. I closed my eyes and turned my face skyward, soaking in the calmness of the tree. In return I thought of giving Green Light back to the tree. I imagined myself as having a green sun in my chest and the Green Light radiated to all the trees and plants for kilometers around.

I was surprised by the sweet melody of a panpipes floating on the breeze. Suddenly, the tune stopped. I became aware of a young boy looking down at me from the first limb. He stood upright on the limb, then sprang to the tree trunk and walked down it as if the trunk were level ground. Gasping, I jumped back, and opened my eyes. Still looking up, I saw nothing except the moss in the pale green light filtering through the dense canapé of leaves. Once more I closed my eyes. The boy was nearly half way on his march down the tree trunk. That's when I noticed his unusual walk.

His knees bent backwards! As he drew nearer, I realized that his feet were goat hooves; although he wore a belt, it had nothing to do with holding up his furry britches.

When he was more than an arm's length above my head he sprang from the tree trunk, landing lithely on the ground beside me. We looked each other over curiously.

"Human?" I heard the question telepathically, so replied in kind.

"Yes. And you are...?"

He touched his bare chest with his finger tips. "Faun" Then he reached out and touched me on the chest. "You share love and Green Light with plants." It was as much a question as a statement.

"Yes, it is our duty." I replied.

"I know that, but Humans have forgotten. They only listen to the Unconscious Voice of their Mind. They are selfish and do not share the love of the Creator with the Beings of the world around them. They have the mistaken idea that they are The Chosen Ones, because they have forgotten the True Language and can only speak with their mouths. Humans have forgotten much!" The faun tilted his head sideways, in a curious gesture. "But, you are different. You ReMember. I honor you. We shall Bond." He took my right hand in his left and lifted it to his chest and held it there. When I did not place my left hand on top of his right on my chest, he lifted it and tucked his hand back under. I felt the flow of Love spilling from the Heavens into the top of my head and washing down through my body like warm oil. Then Love began to well up from the Mother Earth, back up through my feet and up my body to fountain out the top of my head, falling back to Earth in a rainbow of colors around me. We remained like this for quit a while, I think. I lost track of time.

 

(C) Sharri Lorraine~ 1985, 2001