#256 Indwelling Spirit of the Sitka Spruce

Kara Daniels & son visiting with the Sitka Spruce

Today's episode brings you a message from the Indwelling Spirit of the Sitka Spruce with special guest, Kara Daniels.

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INTRODUCTION

Welcome friends this is Gaia Translate and today’s episode brings a message from the Indwelling Spirit of the Sitka Spruce and is channeled by Kara Daniels, founder of Deep Root Connections, which she describes as a space where earth, animals, nature, and spirit are all intertwined, alive and communicating. She is an animal communicator, channel for nature and collaborates with the spirits of the land to heal the land we live upon. Her goal is to co-create, co-exist, and heal Mother Gaia by mixing the physical with the mystical, live a magical life and help you do it too in the most down to earth way.  Kara is honored to share a message with you, from the Indwelling Spirit of the Sitka Spruce.

Kara’s website :www.deeprootconnections.com

TRANSCRIPT

Kara Daniels: Thank you so much, Tracy, for having me on your podcast to share a message from the – a large spruce tree. Before I share his message, I’d like to share a little bit of his background.

This past summer in July, I visited the Quinault Valley on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State with my family. This area is such a magical place and is known as the Valley of the Rainforest Giants. This rainforest is home to the some of the world’s largest trees, including a Western Red Cedar, a Douglas Fir, Alaska Cedar, Western Hemlock, Mountain Hemlock, and the highlighted messenger of today, a Sitka Spruce.

This Sitka Spruce tree is estimated to be a thousand years old, 191 feet tall, 17.7 feet in diameter, and has a crown spread of 96 feet. He is absolutely incredible.

When I met this ancient being, I had not planned on tuning in and formally connecting, but while we were standing there, admiring his beauty, my mom asked if I could feel anything. And I immediately got slammed with a great sense of sadness. And because there were so many people there, um, I wasn’t really able to tune in on the spot, but I promised that I would return and ask what I could do for him.

So later that week I channeled the following message, and he asked me to share his message with humanity, in which I promised that I would. So, here is the message from a beautiful, grand, Sitka Spruce:

Dear children of the earth, the time is imperative now to follow kindness as lead. The earth needs you more than ever to be stewards of the earth, like it was always meant to be, in kindness, together, in working relations. 

I am an old tree, as old as they come. I am tired. I hold many scars on my body from carved art not so kindly displayed. But I wear them with pride to show that times changed during my 1,000 years. It is my birthday yet again. I am old and tired but proud to be standing tall and grand for people to admire. What makes me harbor great sadness in these old tree bones is the lack of appreciation. People come, people go, people stand, sit, and climb on me, which is fine but nobody asks how I am doing, what I have seen, and how I can help and assist humanity navigate into the future.

I am old, but not the oldest in the world, and we ancients remember a time when we were cherished and respected, but mostly consulted. That is what is greatly lacking. I can help, we can help, but the time is dire. Sing songs in circles around the trees, have profound experiences, share your knowledge with us, and consider us old friends, much like human elders, wisdom keepers of the land, and storytellers.

We, all those of the land, cherish what once was and long for it to return. The stewards of the earth in kindness and compassion and love and grace. I can tell the world is shifting. My roots are constantly dry. I cough from the foreign particles in the air, but I continue to keep on. Many of my kin, my fellow tree-beings have gone, left their bodies, leaving the tree vacant because they cannot stand to watch humanity destroy itself. It is too hard to watch someone we love kill themselves slowly without regard.

We don’t care about our kind as much as you’d think. It is about you, your kind. The relationships we’ve had have been too greatly lost. But some like myself, in-dwellers, we stay. We live and give kindly, mostly for humanity. Some of us kindly folk have opted to stay, but have entered a kind of deep slumber. They wanted to stay to wait it out if the day ever came where humanity woke up again and could reawaken the tree-beings and the stone people, and many more who would not give up on humanity but could not bear to watch the destruction.

People of the earth, I ask you now to please reawaken my kin. I cannot do it. It must be done with intention by humans, the caretakes of the earth. Because when they reawaken, they will gladly celebrate the coming of new times. They’ve been waiting a long time for this. They can help others reawaken too, but it starts with you.

Touch their trunk, say hello, sing harmonics – that’s a favorite – they would be elated to awaken to song. Sit by them, tell them your stories as if they are your grandmother or grandfather, sister or brother. We are great secret keepers. 

I am tired now. I feel like I am carrying the weight of the world. The cameras, flashing lights, it can be exhausting. People always taking, never giving in return to keep the balance. I am a big tree, biggest in the world. I need more than one earth-keeper to send me love and gratitude, to keep me standing tall. But I have many good seasons left. I can wait.

Ultimately, be respectful, in love and kindness. Return to the earth and remember the ancients and wisdom keepers. We have the answers and can help, if only consulted. Remember, we love you kindly. Always.

With love, a large and lonely spruce.  

P.S. Earth-keepers already doing your duties, I bow to you. Thank you for being the warriors in a not-so-friendly space. It can be hard, but you are strong, so much stronger than you know. Keep standing tall, keep standing proud and strong. Root and anchor in and combine. Link arms, link roots, and don’t let the oncoming tidal wave push you over.