Knowledge of a lifetime

🎧 Listen to the original voice message in Spanish from La Jardinera

My dear seeds,

Once again, receive that aroma, the perfume of the roses of this house. Beautiful, and perfumed, I send it to your hearts, may they be filled with hope, love and above all may your dreams come true.

But let's share the message. These messages sometimes give us answers, help us open our eyes, and above all understand. All, all my seeds, my stars the most beautiful, (when I say stars it is in the feminine and masculine sense eh), for all, for all. Beautiful, you know and you know it and when I receive your answers, my God, I thank God, because you are better than Yours Truly when you write, when you speak. And yours truly always tells you with simplicity, but with all her heart. Today it will be about a father and a tree, a father with all the experience and a tree.

Once upon a time there was a father, who was old, and he was ill and he knew that his time would soon arrive. And he thought: I have to speak to my children, I have to speak to them. He called them, they were three daughters. The father had traveled a lot, he also worked a lot, and had a lot of experience and a lot of wisdom and he called the three daughters and told them: Look here my daughters, I want to ask you something, especially from the oldest one. When I die, my time will come, and they answered, don't talk like that, father, and the oldest said: we listen to you. And she said to him: When the time comes before burying me, you will cut off my index finger, you will cut off my index finger and bury it in the garden. The three looked at him, the oldest did not know whether to cry or to be indifferent, the middle one was thinking and the youngest totally indifferent, she did not care at all. And the next day that father died.

The three daughters talked amongst themselves and remembered what their father had told them and they agreed that they had to bury the index finger of the right hand, the index finger of the right hand, was a detail.

The oldest was very controlling and she wanted to command. She loved and hated, she wanted the worst and at the same time the best. The second, as we have said, neither white nor black and the third, total indifference, without a heart, without a heart or the heart of stone. This is how we children are. All of the same belly and all different.

So they cut off his index finger and went to bury him in the garden.

The next day when they got up they saw a big, big, big tree, full of fruits and they said: How strange! How is this possible? We'll see! And it was three o'clock and they each took a different fruit, tasted it and said: Mmm, how delicious! They had exquisite flavors and were very satisfying, with a fruit they were full for the whole day, they were satisfied and had great joy, they began to think, to create, each one had an idea, each one had some ... How could I explain it? Each one had very interesting purposes to begin to create, to draw, to sing, to do everything, to do everything. And every day they ate a fruit and a different fruit from this tree and they thought: We are going to be very rich because look, we are satisfied with only one fruit. But as people passed by, they saw that they were happy and truly had everything. It was as if they had gone to Orlando, as if they had avocados, fruits, everything, everything. Candy, sweets, everything and people were surprised because they saw them happy and did not know what was happening.

And one day a neighbor said to him: “Could you know where that fruit comes from? And he said: from this tree. And they invited him, he took a piece of fruit and said: Oh that's good!

And all the people came to eat. They ate and were satisfied, they were happy, all full, full, full because that fruit gave them food: for their body and for their heart, and nourishment for the brain. But they did not understand where it came from and what that tree was, and as always, in all the cities in the towns, in the villages there is always a person who thinks differently.

And he came and said to them: Hey, it's silly about the tree. How can a tree bear so much fruit and how can you believe it. How can a tree give you everything you are saying? The wisdom, knowledge, well being, that is all nonsense. It can't be, don't believe it, don't believe it, he said.

But it is what our father indicated to us. Then he laughed. How can you imagine that a dead finger could come out and give birth to that tree and so many compliments that you are and what they say about it! No! No! No! That's a lie. The eldest daughter began to think and said: Well maybe, because she was very childish, she did not want to grow up and she stayed childish. And she said maybe if it's true with a little voice. What if that man is right? Because our father told us to bury his finger but it's true, it's a dead finger. The second she said: Well as long as I eat, I don't care, but maybe she's right and the little girl said: You can do whatever you want, huh, because it doesn't affect me anyway. I just eat because they are so good. But the oldest said: It is true, we are going to cut the tree, we cut it down.

The second said well, what are we waiting for?! And the little girl says I know someone who will come and do it right away. And so it was, they called a lumberjack and cut down the tree. When cutting it, the fruits died, the entire planting of the garden died, the flowers, everything died, everything. And what a surprise to the people when they passed by and said: What happened here? There is no life. And the three daughters looked at each other and then once again the eldest said:

That's right, we never realized that our father was an intelligent, wise man who knew how to do everything and that due to his age he offered us his knowledge in this tree and the life that he gave us and we fools have believed what others say, we have given it so much importance to those of us who do not know and to whom it matters to us that everything has died around us and we have lost it out of ambition to control but we did not believe that what gave us our father, was the knowledge, of a life.

That man was as good at planting flowers as building a house, in a valley, lay stones, he would still work with wood, he would cook for you, cut wood to put a bed on, everything. He would fix jewelry, sew using a machine, or sew by hand, he made something out of everything. He even knew how to cook, do make-up, because life taught him that to become a wise man you have to start at the bottom, not like the daughters who started at the top when they built the house, the daughters started with the roof and everything collapsed because they thought about themselves only and only lived for themselves. They thought themselves more important than what they could learn and the father started from the bottom.

He was a child and his father took him to fix an iron that didn't work in a workshop, they always gave him a job to keep him busy. And this is how he learned how he made a name for himself and how he gave life to three stars that did not appreciate and who were left without a tree of life.

My seeds value what you have to value it, no matter how bad a father or mother is, always give thanks to God. And the day you can talk, talk because there is a day that they take the train and leave and we will no longer be able to talk with them because there are many trains but none go to the same destination, only those who leave have the privilege of going to a special station where there are sources of life of light and joy and where happiness is eternal.

With all my love,

your Jardinera.