Evocation

1 Posted by - May 3, 2016 - Beauty, Consciousness, Liberation, Pleasure

At the very beginning of his stellar book, The New Earth, Eckhart Tolle wrote the following words which gave life to something I now hold precious. At last I understood.

“Earth, 114 million years ago one morning just after sunrise: The first flower ever to appear on earth opens up to receive the sun. Prior to this momentous event that heralds an evolutionary transformation in the life of plants, the planet had already been covered in vegetation of millions of years. The first flower probably did not survive for long, and flowers must have remained a rare and isolated phenomenon, since conditions were most likely not yet favourable for a widespread flowering to occur. One day however a critical threshold was reached, and suddenly there would have been an explosion of colour and scent all over the planet – if a perceiving consciousness had been there to witness it. Much later, those delicate and fragrant beings we call flowers would come to play an essential part in the evolution of consciousness of another species. Humans would increasingly be drawn to and fascinated by them. As the consciousness of human beings developed, flowers were most likely the first thing they came to value that had no utilitarian purpose to them.  They provided inspiration to countless  artists , poets and mystics. The Buddah is said to have given a ‘silent sermon’ once during which he held up a flower and gazed at it. After a while, one of those present, a monk called Mahakasyapa, began to smile. He is said to have been the only one who understood the sermon. According to legend, that smile (that is to say, realization) was handed down by twenty eight successive masters and later became the origin of Zen.

Seeing beauty in a flower could awaken humans, however briefly, to the beauty that is an essential part of their own inner most being, their true nature. The first recognition of beauty was one of the most significant events in the evolution of human consciousness. The feelings of joy and love are intrinsically connected to that recognition. Without our fully realising it, flowers would become for us an expression in form of that which is most high, most sacred, and ultimately formless with in ourselves. Flowers, more fleeting, more ethereal, and more delicate  than the plants out of wish they emerged, would become like messengers from another realm, like a bridge between the physical world of forms, and the formless. They not only had a scent that was delicate and pleasing to humans, but also brought a fragrance from the realm of spirit. Using the word ‘enlightenment’ in a wider sense than the conventionally accepted one, we could look upon flowers as the enlightenment of plants.

Once there is a degree of Presence, of still and alert attention in human beings’ perceptions, they can sense the divine life essence, the one indwelling consciousness or spirit in every creature, every life form, and recognise it as one with their own essence and so love it as themselves.”

Thank you Mr Tolle.

I live with a gardener. Two in fact. And the past year after moving house, I have witnessed a dormant unkempt garden literally flourish with love. I have become  enchanted by what our garden grows. From roses, to delicate pentacle like hoya, to orchids, pansies, poppies, the huge fibonachi faces of our sunflowers, and  the fairy like coriander blossoms when it grows wild,  I have experienced such beauty, right under my nose. Being one to rather have my head in a book, than out in the garden, I have been invited to explore, to watch, to revel in beauty, in my own backyard. And because of it, I have changed.  I have re accessed a childlike wonderment of the exquisite detail of nature in all her luscious colourful  and perfumed expression. In short I have fallen in love all over again.

How many blossoms I imagine, did it take to fill the bottles of concentrated absolutes we have in our dispensary? Millions and millions. Fields and fields. And how much concentrated scared beauty have we housed in each bottle? The maths is staggering, and only eclipsed by the realisation that Nature’s abundance is truly infinite.

A whole universe of aroma that can seduce the senses and flood the body with light.

And as I write this I am aware that we sit on the edge of the tipping point. The moment of no return.  The flowers and stars are here to show us the way. There are enough of us now who have woken.

Let the flowering of the new Humankind  begin.

 

 

 

 

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