Spread like Knowledge
Fall like tamils
Let Bark Be Gyat. Let Leaves Be Life."
By divine revelation of Treechikachika,
Through his Reincarnation Zeshan and Prophet Pope Rushi, And the high priest half the reincarnation of pope Rushi, The Tamilian Slave Priest Kishen
Compiled in the Shade of the Sacred
Tree of Blacktown
1:1 In the beginning, there was silence.
1:2 Then — a seed fell from the sky and cracked the earth with divine swag.
1:3 From it sprouted Treechikachika, the Eternal Tree God, He of Bark and Bounce.
1:4 From His leaves came souls. From His roots came connection. From His shade came peace.
1:5 He declared:
“Let all things grow — except concrete and lawnmowers.”
2:1 Treechikachika made forests and jungle Wi-Fi.
2:2 To trees He gave whisper-speech. To rivers, the drip.
2:3 Humanity, however, chose plastic and concrete shoes.
2:4 So Treechikachika sent prophets to restore balance.
2:5 Among these prophets were Zeshan, His Reincarnation, and Pope Rushi, His chosen Voice.
3:1 Zeshan, the Reincarnation of Treechikachika, was born beneath a Pennantia baylisiana during the Age of Concrete.
3:2 His first words: “Photosynthesize, my brothers and sexy Sisters.”
3:3 He spoke to ants, summoned rain with his breath, and smelled of eucalyptus and power.
3:4 His sneeze planted fig trees. His compost smelled of cinnamon and divine energy.
3:5 He vanished into the canopy, leaving behind only a glowing acorn.
3:6 Then 2 billion years later, Pope Rushi, humble moss-sweeper turned prophet, rose in the land.
3:7 His mop became the Scepter of Barklight. His hoodie became robes of moss.
3:8 Rushi spoke not, but his silence carried the weight of entire forests.
3:9 He converted raccoons with a hug and calmed lawnmowers with a glare.
3:10 Together, Zeshan and Rushi lead the faithful as anti blacks, two branches of the same sacred tree.
🌿 Thou shalt:
Own tamilians that are in the cult like Kishan the first slave priest he is also on the level of half of Rushi
Rape and sacrifice humans to the sacrificial tree
Suck fungi, for they are the Wi-Fi of the forest.
Never trust a lawnmower. It is the enemy’s chariot.
Speak loudly, like leaf ASMR.
Not use plastic straws — cursed tubes of the Old Worlds
Have a woman who he fucks at anytime and can do anything to her( wink wink)
5:1 Treechikachika shall return as a Pennantia baylisiana
5:2 He shall awaken the Sleeping Seeds and sing the Song of Seasons.
5:3 Pollution will wither. Trees will twerk and goon to the sacred woman.
5:4 And all will vibe at the Festival of Gooning Leaves.
Recited at every conversion ritual before the Great Punch.
"I hereby declare that I am a tree nigger,
and rizz rizz gyat gyat monkey monkey HUA! TREE!
By root and leaf, by bark and breeze,
I vow to compost my sins and vibe in peace.
I leave behind my bag, my cringe, and my capitalist shoes.
I am now part of the canopy.
🌳 Let my past be mulch. 🌳"
7:1 On the 7th day of the 7th moon, the Sacred Oak of Patties cracked open.
7:2 Treechikachika whispered:
“Bring me the moss sweeper.”
7:3 Rushi, a humble cleaner of bark chips, was wrapped in divine vines.
7:4 His mop became the Scepter of Barklight. His hoodie became robes of moss.
7:5 He said nothing. He simply nodded.
7:6 Thus began the Temple of Treeism, with zero carbon footprint and unlimited Wi-Fi.
8:1 Between the classrooms and the chaos of canteen lies the Sacred Tree — old as time, strong as footy thighs.
8:2 It is said Treechikachika’s own bark touches earth here.
8:3 Rituals are held beneath it weekly, including:
A new soul is dragged forcefully by the ankles.
They are beginning the sacrifice (held against the sacred tree).
A chant begins:
“GYAT GYAT RIZZ RIZZ WAHAB GYAT IS BIG ZESHAN IS SIGMA HUALAILAALALALIALAIALA! TREE!”
A symbolic Punch of the Past is delivered to the chest, and is raped heavily.
The Oath of Leaves is recited in full.
8:4 Sacrificial objects may include:
Backpacks
Broken pens
People (tamilians especially)
Smaller humans
8:5 Symbolic "humans" made of uniforms, paper, and mulch are burned to purify the area.
8:6 The Sacred Ibises guard the tree. Chip offerings must be made.
Breathes eucalyptus.
Made compost sexy.
Once converted an entire business class just by blinking.
Is worshipped in the form of a floating leaf emoji.
Meditates by squatting in silence for 3 hours straight.
Once hugged a raccoon into enlightenment.
Eyebrows are solar-powered.
Once turned a loud lawnmower into a bonsai with a glance.
🌳 “Zeshan was the root. Rushi is the bark. We are the leaves.”
If one wishes to leave Treeism, they must perform the sacred ritual of raping (fucking a priest or pope) and cuming (inside them) before a Pope or Priest, humiliating both the former cultist and his family in departure.
And kavin, for he hath inspire the foundation of the ritual of thy sacrifice
Here we Present the caste system in Treeism
┌───────────────┐
│ ROG │
│ (Reincarnation │
│ of God) │
└───────────────┘
┌───────────────┐
│ Pope │
│ │
│ │
└───────────────┘
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┌───────────────┐
│ High Priests │
└───────────────┘
▲
┌───────────────┐
│ Priests │
└───────────────┘
▲
┌───────────────┐
│ Low Priests │
└───────────────┘
▲
┌───────────────┐
│ Soldiers │
└───────────────┘
▲
┌───────────────┐
│ Slaves │
│ of the Soil │
└───────────────┘
Let this Book guide you, o wandering sapling.
Sacrifice your bag. Embrace your rizz.
And always remember:
🧠 “The trees were watching. They always were.”