The Story of
This story has a special origin. In one sense, I did not write it. I wrote the words, but the story was given to me - an unexpected gift from a living tree.
One spring, many years ago, I was exploring a rocky desert canyon just where the rushing waters of the river entered into it. On the sandy floor, a cedar tree cast an inviting shadow to relieve me from my hot hike. Beautiful and green, with roots that had a surface texture of loosely braided hair, the tree was a pleasant oasis of shade. I lay down on the sand between two of the largest roots.
I have had a love of trees since I was a child and I cannot remember a time when I did not speak to them in my mind, for I believe they are capable of responding to such efforts. This day, as I lay there under the cedar, I thanked it for the shade and for its green beauty, here in the harsh stone canyon. I closed my eyes to rest them from the bright sun and thought about the old tales of a female spirit or dryad that lives in trees. Immediately upon thinking this thought, something remarkable occurred.
A story appeared in my mind.
It was completely unexpected and unbidden, and, strangely, it did not seem to occur to me sequentially. It came like an instantaneous download - a sudden grasping of the entire story in one moment. I realized that this story was given to me from somewhere outside my own conscious mind.
Many understand that all life is connected in a larger matrix than we normally perceive. Perhaps this bit of information, this story, was stored somehow in the “hologram” of all information and I was allowed to access it. Perhaps, the tree, my fellow DNA living creature, simply spoke to me in this way. Who is to say?
In "Man and His Symbols", Carl Jung said:
"One cannot afford to be naive in dealing with dreams. They originate in a spirit that is not quite human, but is rather a breath of nature - a spirit of the beautiful and generous as well as of the cruel goddess. If we want to characterize this spirit, we shall certainly get closer to it in the sphere of ancient mythologies, or the fables of the primeval forest, than in the consciousness of modern man."
However one may choose to think about it, this is the true origin of "Apple Tree", and I am simply grateful to have been the vessel for its appearance.
David P. Crews