As it was in the beginning, my love
When I was the honeybee and You were my apple tree
For then, it was the fragrance of Your hearts that drew me to You (draws Your life to You)
Remember, we let the sea swells rise in the air
We let the mountains crumble You and I do not care
What ever happens, I will be Your honeybee and You will be my apple tree
For there has always only been You and I (Dnagtree)
Quote from http://www.stephentree.com/p2.htm and the book I wrote before all the storms. This was posted on the net as early as 1997 but written in 1993.
I found myself out just driving to do some thinking and was feeling a tremendous loneliness come over me. I really felt like meeting another girl that would help me get over the pain of what had happened and help me start new. I knew however that that indeed was the wrong thing to do. I had begun to refer to spirit in the feminine sense at this time. Driving in the truck I turned on the radio I had in the seat next to me and the song said Fill up the tank and go for a ride. I stopped at the Tom Thumb store I was passing and put fuel in the truck as I was on empty. I continued driving north on highway 87 out of Milton and passed Whiting field. Off to the right I saw a sandy basin that looked as though it were a river that was dry at this time. I found a dirt road and pulled in. I began to travel up a path when I heard rifle shots in the distance and just after hearing the shots I came up upon a snake in my path. A path went off to the right around the snake and away from the shots. I climbed down into the basin and began to walk south. The basin felt so empty that I began to think about the children of Israel as they traveled through the wilderness. The place was so barren and lifeless yet something was definitely there. All of a sudden the lonely feelings swept over me as never before in my life. I could not stop crying as I wandered the emptiness. Tears flooded my eyes and I began to cry out Girl, Girl why have you forsaken me. I came up on a cave that was open on the top and went back in the cave. Again thoughts of Moses in the wilderness flooded my mind as I cried out Girl, Girl where are you girl. The sides of the cavern were layered and I began to feel the heart of girl. She was a blue layered pearl and her loneliness was a gift to me. Images of the proton and the electron and a love affair between them. This is my gift to you. Emptiness. Poetry I had never heard before flooded my mind ‹‚ You thought you were alone when you let your tears fall but you were in my heart the Vacuum which ‹‚drew you to me. The heart is a layered rose and the fragrance can draw the love you seek. Here, dig here for the treasure you seek. So I began to dig in the ground, up popped the ugliest small stone I had ever seen. Where is the treasure, I ask my heart. This is it, as this stone appears to be formless and void so is the beginning of a pearl. You will see, my love will come in waves, to layer this pearl. Many more feelings were processed that day and I knew in my loneliness and emptiness I was not alone. Leaving the sight I drove back to Milton and noticed many signs that had roses on them. Everywhere I turned were roses that day. Layers, pearls, roses, huh. That evening I went to the beach to think and came up on a beach bar that had karaoke that night. I went in and enjoyed the company of the people there and was talked into singing a song. I looked through the book they handed me and saw immediately the song "The Rose". I remembered hearing the song before and knew it was the spirit that I was experiencing. I sang the song and knew it wasn't me singing it. There were tears in my eyes and the song poured out of me. "The soul afraid of dying can never learn to live." I could not believe that the people actually clapped during the middle of the song. I knew it was the passion that had served my life so many times before. The next day I woke up and went to town to walk and think. Spirit always takes whatever is on my mind and turns it into the next step. Ohh she's cute, flirting, yea it's sort of like walking in a new place and feeling the vibes or spirit that is there and then allowing myself to operate in that same spirit. So the girl is really flirting with herself because what you are saying is what her web of intent is drawing. Sort of. I,m in the video store and just kind of in a daze as I stand before a rack of tapes. What is this one? Fragrance of the heart. Cool like the roses and all I encountered yesterday north of Milton. I leave the video store and walk about a block to a gift store and walk in. I am just feeling my way around. I feel as though I should be looking at something on the shelves in order not to solicit questions from the woman at the counter. I walk directly to a counter and just stand there not even looking at the shelf. Something tells me... or rather I feel to focus at what is directly in front of me. Ohh, it is a heart shaped potpourri dish with a cover that has holes in it so that the fragrance may come out. Wow dude, cool. I am off again feeling all that I have come across today. I feel that this information is speaking on a multitude of levels or layers of heart. I cross Stewart street and begin to walk up the alley on the railroad tracks thinking I will walk to the Library. Several bees begin to buss around my head and as I feel this situation in context I see myself as a tree, like the DNA tree. All of a sudden the whole poem comes to me in feeling, not in words and I begin to translate or break down the seed feeling into parts. ‹‚I want to be your Honeybee ‹‚Won't you be my apple tree ‹‚It's the fragrance of your heart ‹‚that draws me to you ‹‚Let the sea swells rise into the air ‹‚Let the mountains crumble ‹‚We don't care ‹‚I just want to be your honeybee ‹‚and you can be my apple tree ‹‚I'll be your prince ‹‚Your Wizard ‹‚Your lion of Judah ‹‚Anything you want ‹‚I can bring it to ya This was the spirit of this day, I was so powerfully devastated by the pain that was the decay of an old life that it required enormous passion to let go and the passionate focus on the new life that was growing in me. Through the work of spirit my feelings were held on the desired outcome instead of the problems. After fiddle farting in the library for ten minutes where I borrowed pen and paper and wrote the poem down, I left and walked back across Stewart Street. As I walked down the street I noticed a store that I had never been in before. It looked like a house is probably why I never visited it before. The sign outside said Gift Shop so I went in. It smelled lovely in this shop and I immediately noticed that they made potpourri here. Upon entering a side room I was welcomed by yet another surprise. The whole room was dedicated to Honeybees. There were wax figures all over the walls and books about raising Honeybees. Other rooms had bath beads and other fragrant items. I went home and began the usual ritual I have in the evening that gets me in touch with spirit. I dim the lights and light candles. This I found allows the mind not to be distracted by images in the room in a manner that would break my connection and or concentration. I put a poster board on the small table in the middle of the room and begin to play any music on the radio that FEELS right. After dancing, feeling, and writing down whatever feel right I ended up with the following chart. ‹‚BABY COME ON, FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED ‹‚this ain't no way to leave the broken hearted ‹Š ‹‚I live for your love and you for mine ‹‚Here comes something walkin down the street pretty soon we're gonna meet. She he The allower The doer + - come to me my love ‹‚ take my hand and together we will walk ‹‚through the door ‹‚ ‹‚Excitement ‹‚Passion ‹‚When he and she meet they know it is right ‹‚Make it real girl,,,you are ‹‚(This is spiritual language for something coming as a lover, but not necessarily a person) ‹‚She wants me as bad as I want her ‹‚The pain makes me feel what I really hunger for ‹‚TRUE ROMANCE, TRUE ROMANCE ‹‚Hey girl, ALLOW it to be. Stay always at the door with me. ‹‚Surrender to her it is her dream! I realized that in my lonelyness I had found True Romance. I went to sleep late that night and woke expecting a new adventure that next day. I was not disappointed at all. I got the idea to look up Cameo in my encyclopedia and found the following information. Cameo, Kam e o, a figure or design carved in relief on a gem or other stone, a sea shell, or glass. Cameos are used as jewelry and as decoration on vases and other ornaments. A cameo is usually made from a material that consists of two or more layers of different colors, most often light upper layers and dark lower layers. The cutting is done on the upper layers, while the under-layers provide the backround. The most frequently used materials are onyx, agate, sardonyx, and conch shells. Layered glass is also used. Greco-Roman Cameo. Victory Driving a Chariot is the subject carved on sardonyx by an artist who lived in the period of Rome's grandeur. ‹ˆ Later that day I drove the truck to pick up my daughter Raine in Pensacola. I took Raine to the mall and walked in the bookstore. At the entrance to the store my eyes caught hold of a book on the shelf in the back. I felt the color of the book first as I carried the baby to the back of the store. I straightaway picked the book from the top shelf. It was titled, The Victorian Grimoire, and under the title were the words, Enchantment, Romance, Magic. The book was written by Patricia Telesco. I opened the book and my eyes fell upon a very familiar name, Lewis Spence. You see, my father's name is Lewis Spence and the Lewis Spence in this book was the Scottish Mason that I had collected many of his books and I felt a profound connection with in that he wrote of Myth and Legend and was also a romantic poet. Besides the reference to Lewis Spence in the book it was also packed with things that were my experience and radiated my experience of the past few weeks. I had to express this to someone and turned and began to speak to someone who it turned out was very much into similar things. I left the mall and driving home I suddenly felt like stopping at a little store called Kiley's in East Milton. As I walked in I was drawn to the comic book rack. Which is unusual because I never read comic books before. I grabbed it before I read the cover. Warlock Resurection. I flipped it open and was caught up in the emotion of this entity that lost his love. And through shere force of will he was bringing her back alive. Then I came upon this page and was flabbergasted. Here he was reachiing beyond death to draw her back. Neither Science nor Magic but a blend of the two. My senses percieve the separating of layers like the petals of a flower being peeled away. Undraping the mysteries of life and death. May I please change the word undraping to unveiling here, huh? My love has written my name in the stars. A wall was built around your memory yet it only veils me to you. This temple will be destroyed yet you will take these stones and build our home our sanctuary.
The Spirit through Dnatree predicted the Hurricanes, Stock market, Meltdown and thousands more that are overlooked. http://stephentree.com