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God the Farmer Almighty

It won't win any prizes but it means a lot to me.  

"God The Farmer Almighty".  

[Harvey 2012 approx] 


The seed of a new conscious tree of thought, which grows in the mind as perceived words or in the body as movement and action, is planted in the subconscious mind. Rooted in and drawing on the sub-conscious, it grows, becoming a visible measure of the quality of the layers of soil in which it grows and the conscious gardener that minds the garden. Why is the seed planted is the question. What hand filled your pot with soil? Is there a pot, or is the soil of our mind part of a big field, tended by God the farmer all mighty.   Surely it's obvious who planted the seed.

To expand and explain a bit

Although we might consider ourselves as being physically separate from each other, which of course we are, I find it assuredly possible that there might actually be more to the world than what we have to date been able to measure, understand and interact with.  We have made machines that have enabled us to "see" frequencies and physical detail we could not previously see. It seems totally reasonable that future machines may well be able to identify other "spectrums" of existence that, like Infra-red etc.., have been with us all along, which have been effecting us all along.  We know not whether we are in a fully measure-able existence, and therefore we may not be able to build machines to measure everything that interacts with us.


It may be that a connection exists between us all and between everything, which influences us and changes us, the connection referred to as the field (of soil) in the passage above. We may not even appreciate that we have changed or been affected, or only perceive and be conscious of some of the effect on us.  The means and level of perception varying from one individual to another: some blind, some deaf, some thick skinned, but all of us limited.


The consciousness, referred to as the "conscious gardener", can change how the plant grows, or even whether it grows at all.  They choose what the garden looks like and how it appears to others and themselves.   The conscious gardener may prune, train, feed and nurture the plant or choose to kill it, or might even ignore it is there, treating it as a weed.  Our "conscious gardeners" interact with each other and with other gardener's plants and gardens, perhaps even planting off-cuts from their own gardens, or uprooting their own plants and planting them in someone else's garden.  Modern life facilitating some small gardening collectives to become like industrialised farm equipment, the mass media changing beyond recognition the gardens of many, the pollution and acid rain of modern life and the information age reeking havoc.


In the passage I refer to a "new conscious tree of thought", this does not refer to a seed planted by someone else, but a new thought, and original thought personal to you, which you may not fully understand how it came to be there or one that you may see as being a new or different species, perhaps unlike anything you have seen before. Original and significantly different to any other plant.


So, the soil is deep and wide, and the ploughs cut a shallow furrow, and only change the appearance of the gardens not the deep soil. The seeds of a new conscious tree of thought are replanted and many may well grow, but often not to their true potential, the conscious gardeners misperceiving how best to treat and respond to the plant. The cuts of the plough may not dig deep, but if you were soil, wouldn't you want to be put to good use.


As individuals, or even as a race, we are a small part of what is collectively perceived to be the Universe, and as such we amount to nothing. Our knowledge and minds have become extreme in many ways and what from a historical perspective or from a the third world one might be considered exceptional, special and something to aspire to.  Who are we to judge what our gardens look like?


If you were the soil and knew the seeds well, what would you expect of them, what might you hope for.  Do our gardens do justice to the seed and soil?


Next time a plant appears in your garden, appreciate it, give it what it asks for, protect it and let it grow.


Om Shanti.