Evergreen Forest Deva

It came to me in meditation yesterday that my “conversations” with trees, with our forest was stepped up when a local man, Joe, passed away…a painful suicide. I knew at the time, but I had no framework to understand what was happening or what I was being/doing as a result. It has taken maintaining a regular meditative practice to build a framework to speak of what happened.

Somehow the information about keeping ones meditative practice confined to one place cued me. While I’ve been meditating upstairs now for over a year, before that, the hot tub had been a natural spot to turn within. It was during an evening tub at the turn of winter two years ago, the evening of Joe’s suicide, that it came to me that the forest was in distress over the violence of his passing. He had poured gas over and lit himself and ran a trail through the woods. This feeling, this knowing about the forest and trees was powerful enough to override concern for the humans involved. It was necessary to acknowledge what had been done with no equivocating or excuses. At the same time I could sense Joe’s pain and outrage that he hadn’t been released when his body had died. He was trapped (by his beliefs) and haunting the area.

I couldn’t approach Joe. I sent love to him and called on his guides and spirit helpers to come to his aide, offering what assistance I could in helping him make the transition. That night and for many days following I spent hours in the hot tub, closing my eyes, drawing a circle of light around myself and sending love and light down the paths and through the branches of the trees. With the assistance of my guides and allies we cleared and released the traces of anger and pain that were cording the general area. Joe had spent much time in those woods, loving to run the trails, breathing the air that sighed off the branches of those trees. Together we keened, mourning the loss of His Light.

In meditation last night after grounding myself between Turtle Mother and my favourite star, I called up the image of Mother Earth rotating gently in my cupped spirit hands. As I breathed and danced with Lady Gaia, an image of our beautiful forests came to me. I felt a deep rooted ness with the Earth, as if I had a filigree of tap root systems diving deep into the ground. When I reached the bottom of those roots I turned and followed the sap back up the roots to stand tall and stock still and reaching further toward the stars I became the myriad branches and needles. I felt, smelt and knew an Evergreen Forest Deva had graced my sacred circle.