In the Oaks Presence

I was waiting for an eBay pack that was due.
At last, I got a message saying it was near,
I could walk to the local store as usual-
Confident that I was to arrive back home early as expected.

Now the quest appeared. We would have to cross the city to a suburb I had never seen. What a great surprise, I was thinking. I let my intuition make its accord. This tiny adventure might be the trial for a cosmic treasure. Still, too, a life-learning gesture from a jester. So with that expectance specter. I will only travel the road close to home. That is a lesson I also advise you to embrace; Be experienced on your local ground. There are usually some historically interestingly profound.

Not my intentional will at first, but I soon felt encouraged. I was searching for yet another rebirth. And I brought along my loyal companion, a curious and courageous creature: Lion, Bear, neither a Wolf. But I know the Dog to be my ancestral's totem before we depend on and love them. The only one I'm sure that too experienced the divine presence from this story appearance!

At the municipal transport, we soon felt inclined to take off at the next stop. A man stood up, making an effort to expel my escort. I decided I rather have a good time with my trustful Simba than let this exceptional, obviously supernatural. Claim his authority by his dramatical principal conceptual. Felt he was one of those unknown to their self-denied one. To feel privileged beyond the neglecting of acceptance that he wishes to dominate. He engulfs his ability to irritate, discourage and humiliate. He lacked his vision of potential. He wants to rid the virtues of those appalled to righteousness. As he can never acknowledge her, he is jealous of all innocence. I won't hesitate to leave any estate where such spirits seem to emanate. If there is no possible flight, I'd rather fight than let such tyrants dominate what's right. A grant undeserved, yet in my presence, the gracious awareness that I was awakened. He knows the secret of the gift virtues. As long as you can shine, follow whatever is sublime. The shadow will punish the presumptuous. To ensure that such roots of cruelty don't get the possibility to seal your destiny. Remember, he is the bully. He does not understand and love nature fully.

Then we were off, though not at the thought exit spot. I suddenly felt like I was walking down this familiar road. Mansions at every corner,  Villas to admire. You know that pre-World Wars artistic architecture. Every roof has its protector, a lion, a dragon, or some virtue reflector. Usually, it's portrayed as the rain gutter. It was protecting its shelter from flood and deception. The lamp posts seemed original from when oil lightened the suburbia; I felt like time traveling. Diluted by my surrounding, I noticed a community park coming into sight. I was amazed by my visions. As I subconsciously interpret my private secret. In the middle of the park, an ancient Oak arose. As I enjoyed the view, I intuitively knew; this had to be good news. I thought for sure the purpose of me, the park, and the present. I released Brother Bear, no problem, and he kept near. The presence of the essence, all sincere.

You would surely be amazed; I felt dazed, a connection of mind to those other sages beneath this Oak contemplated. I envisioned the ancient Acorn. Its decisions through a narrative not close to ours called time. It challenges its stubbornness and wild lust to endure whatever life brought as it aligned. I felt the shelter given by a royal ancestral center. Bottomless wrinkles in the bark show the glory of life's unraveling patterns. Not taller than a couple of meters before all its branches divide to make up its unique features, every component of a sacral allegiance. I suspect it once where struck by a lighting divine. For it was hollow in the center, through a crack, I could enter. There, I truly melted. Time felt abandoned. In ancient times, the Oak represented deities of might, such as the archetypical ruler of the sky—those who passed judgment on the mortal's behalf. If you survive, your soul has been declined by its expected demise. A great symbol of courageous sacrifice. Cosmic gratitude of gestures of divine. That kind you can't share with any but the inclined.

We were humbled by its magnitude, saddened by its solitude. Grateful for its symbolic multitude. Yet most are not able to envision its trials and life precautions. The oaken roots reach deep. It was securing the ground above the resources so that all little forest life combined. Flourish benefits his sacred will to maintain all life. Flowers, grass, fungus, insects, and all those in need receive its gift of gracefulness and its promise of Longevity—so my Dear Brother Bear and me. We hung out there, an excellent aspiration for my sudden purpose realization. After we had taken it cool, I likely smelled spring's first wildflower too. We were leaning against the long-lived wood. Indeed, we felt blessed by its majestic hood, the shared wisdom of the sages, and those who found their devotion through such initiate stages.

I remember thinking, now your sensation makes you like an ascendant. Keep grounded and wait for clarity. But indeed, that's when it started; my world first great synchronicity lifted me slightly. A little too great? I had to be sure that my sanity was okay. Brother watched harmoniously at the spectacle; however, I am convinced this was more than multiple chains of coincidence. Several owls were hooting at me from the top of the three, and more squirrels in the field than I had ever seen. A Pack of swans descending for landing. Which, present, scared up two deers hiding in some bushes further away. Two foxes followed their way. Me and my Dog (Brother Bear). We spent some extra time there. Truly amazed that day, I felt that every earth's atom was near. Just like a personal message, God revealed his intentions for my presence. And that he keeps you close company as he uncovered you to be one of his human reincarnated essences.

It feels obscure. God's call to you; Start the mission! Something for you especially given. Not many I've told can relate. Neither do any want to hear of my faith. But it's not that pompous or grand. Just living by God's Hand, he will point towards the place when you realize that you are that  Acorn. The possibility to enact in life still influences way past your once actual death.

My love -Jonas Saga 14.04.2023