I heard the forest crying. The usually glowing trees, with their green leaves Dressed in Summer’s regalia, the light shining through them, with a hazy glow, Showering their leaves, here and there, as a light breeze nudged their tips upwards, to kiss the sun.

All of this was there, as I drove through the wooded glen, and yet something made me stop all at once — stop With a pain that suddenly had penetrated my being, turning my heart into a circle of tremendous sorrow, filling the whole of my chest with insufferable grief.

The depth of this sorrow was so intense, it was like the pain I have felt at the death of a close one. And yet it’s sudden onset completely took my breath away, and I had to stop my car on the side of the small lane, and tune my awareness to a place of absolute silence, Breath and Presence.

It was from this place of deep heartache, that I heard the forest crying; It was crying on my left, and also on my right. It was crying in front and in back. It was crying above, and its pain touched the sky.

After a time of deep, soundless wounding, I asked “Why.” And slowly I came to understand: The forest was crying with a sorrow that extended far beyond the small circle of the trees in the forest surrounding me…. It was crying in harmony and union with dying forests around the world.

My breath was taken by the depth and breadth of this pain.

The forests are crying because they Know — intimately — in their fibers, their roots, and from the soil and water and air, the animals and the insects, that the ending time of the forests’ life on this Earth is here.

Together they are crying with all of the plant and animal life around the world, through a depth of vibratory connections, above and beyond our Human, everyday senses.

Slowly, after a long time, I backed onto the lane, and being a solo visitor at that moment, I inched my way to my meeting… in the heart of the forest, at an inn.

The next morning, at sunrise, I was awakened by a small bird singing: It’s song was strong and clear: It was greeting the dawn with the same song that I had heard sung during many journeys to countries and cultures far and near — “Beresh-it! Beresh-it!” == “In the Beginning of the Beginning”

”Bereshit”– The first word of the Torah, the ‘Old Testament’ …And yet why now? Why this song sung around the world at dawn? An answer was received: The little birds are singing the New Era into Being… This work has been told to us by the teachings of the Anasazi, the Hopi, and many more of our ancestors. Having learned that by singing what is desired — by singing not of impending doom, but of what is desired to come — our feathered Friends, are helping to teach us how to birth a new beginning, a new Epoch: A world fresh and pure.

Oh yes, dear Ones, yes — the forests are crying today. And the little birds are our midwives: Listen for their song each morning. You will soon hear it: “Bereshit. Bereshit.” “In the Beginning of the Beginning, the Most High creates the world…again and again… a world that is always ending, always renewed.

In Wisdom’s Light, Ancient and Modern Teaching Stories and Practices, Vol. III, Emi Miller © Copyright, 2004, and 2018 Emi Miller, All rights reserved NOTICE: This is copyrighted material and may not be reproduced in whole or part. It may not be edited, altered, or otherwise modified, except with the express permission of the author.

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I heard the forest crying. The usually glowing trees, with their green leaves Dressed in Summer’s regalia, the light shining through them, with a hazy glow, Showering their leaves, here and there, as a light breeze nudged their tips upwards, to kiss the sun.

All of this was there, as I drove through the wooded glen, and yet something made me stop all at once — stop With a pain that suddenly had penetrated my being, turning my heart into a circle of tremendous sorrow, filling the whole of my chest with insufferable grief.

The depth of this sorrow was so intense, it was like the pain I have felt at the death of a close one. And yet it’s sudden onset completely took my breath away, and I had to stop my car on the side of the small lane, and tune my awareness to a place of absolute silence, Breath and Presence.

It was from this place of deep heartache, that I heard the forest crying; It was crying on my left, and also on my right. It was crying in front and in back. It was crying above, and its pain touched the sky.

After a time of deep, soundless wounding, I asked “Why.” And slowly I came to understand: The forest was crying with a sorrow that extended far beyond the small circle of the trees in the forest surrounding me…. It was crying in harmony and union with dying forests around the world.

My breath was taken by the depth and breadth of this pain.

The forests are crying because they Know — intimately — in their fibers, their roots, and from the soil and water and air, the animals and the insects, that the ending time of the forests’ life on this Earth is here.

Together they are crying with all of the plant and animal life around the world, through a depth of vibratory connections, above and beyond our Human, everyday senses.

Slowly, after a long time, I backed onto the lane, and being a solo visitor at that moment, I inched my way to my meeting… in the heart of the forest, at an inn.

The next morning, at sunrise, I was awakened by a small bird singing: It’s song was strong and clear: It was greeting the dawn with the same song that I had heard sung during many journeys to countries and cultures far and near — “Beresh-it! Beresh-it!” == “In the Beginning of the Beginning”

”Bereshit”– The first word of the Torah, the ‘Old Testament’ …And yet why now? Why this song sung around the world at dawn? An answer was received: The little birds are singing the New Era into Being… This work has been told to us by the teachings of the Anasazi, the Hopi, and many more of our ancestors. Having learned that by singing what is desired — by singing not of impending doom, but of what is desired to come — our feathered Friends, are helping to teach us how to birth a new beginning, a new Epoch: A world fresh and pure.

Oh yes, dear Ones, yes — the forests are crying today. And the little birds are our midwives: Listen for their song each morning. You will soon hear it: “Bereshit. Bereshit.” “In the Beginning of the Beginning, the Most High creates the world…again and again… a world that is always ending, always renewed.

In Wisdom’s Light, Ancient and Modern Teaching Stories and Practices, Vol. III, Emi Miller © Copyright, 2004, and 2018 Emi Miller, All rights reserved NOTICE: This is copyrighted material and may not be reproduced in whole or part. It may not be edited, altered, or otherwise modified, except with the express permission of the author.

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