Chapter 2: Campers here

And so one morning a great Redwood tree in a Big Sur campground by the Pacific Ocean, awoke to the day's dawn sunshine, fluffed out her limbs to a gentle breeze, sipped of water of the earth as her roots sorted the soil for special minerals needed for today's construction works far above within her fine filagree dress foliage.


And yes, there sitting on the surface of the ground beside her was a tent, snuggled within were a pair of those clever beings, having come in the night in the metal machine still parked near them, one of those machine animals that were spewing the CO2 excessively while they crawled around. The two in the tent were in that peacefull oneness that the Redwood forest knew so well, man and woman and the wine of life, in the knowingness of wonderous life unfolding, sheltered by her branches.

Yet were these beings of the kind that had brought forth tehe metal machines that weere belching forth the excessive CO2? So they were, yes. So she linked into the great Redwood forest interconnective consciousness for patterns of preferred physical changes to the Earth, enveloped the peaceful couple’s dreamy oneness with the larger pattern’s intent, sifting down into the land of dreams like soft spring rain on unborn flowers.