A Spiritual Gardening Odyssey


From afar, the entrance to the park is not visible. You step closer, stumble across the high and geo-political barrier, which blocks what lies beyond. Only one clue, which arouses your curiosity; such a bulwark is certainly protecting something very valuable from harm. As you continue to approach the park you catch sight of botanical vines covering an opening and realize that your physical senses had tricked you all that time. What appeared to be a impenetrable border is in reality a thicket of trees, through which you can now enter.

You are now strolling in the park, listening to the sounds of nightingales that echo within your soul. After a few steps you realize that you are moving through a labyrinth; all around you are fruit trees and shrubs from exotic locations, exuding a wonderful fragrance with the remembrance of the taste of their fruit. Against the song birds, you now begin to hear wondrous, enchanting Spiritual Melodies. With each rhythmic beat you internalize a sense of rise and fall. This inner rhetoric of Nature, that must have been ringing the hearts and souls of the Patriarchs, inspiring them to encode instruction for attainment within the very otiot (letters) of the torah, only to be revealed thousands of years later, at this very point in time at this place on earth. Intuitively, you begin to understand that this is not just a labyrinth, but a reflection of your inner life.

Now the birds no longer sound like nightingales, they now sound like mockingbirds and their sing song conjures up horrible thoughts and instincts in your mind. These are the song birds of Dachau tweeting the cries of lives lost, and generation branches cut off from ever existing. These are cries calling on all of the park visitors to recognize inner weeds. This causes you to take notice of the weeds in the garden, and begin, rooting them out to weed out hate.  This is recognition of the evil from within. The bone chilling twitter of the mockingbirds continues to drive you forward.  Compared to the mockingbird’s song, the heavenly melodies bring you the most supreme ecstasy that you have never experienced. It is the lure of nature which leads you to the center of the maze. The melodies swell up and become beguiling.

Finally you reach the magical center. Now your thoughts are totally occupied with the force of music. You see a huge, shiny silver obelisk on volcanic rock. This is a sign of recognition that you have cleaned your inner being; you have crossed over your egoism and have made the breakthrough into the spiritual reality. The obelisk has the property to attract the loving and equalizing force of nature that comes from the supernatural and connects to the earth. No previous experience could have prepared you for what is about to occur. In the sky, dark clouds pile up and within seconds a bolt of lightning strikes the top of the obelisk, releasing the heavenly spiritual energy for ionizing the remaining stones and weeds in your heart and in the park gardens. You have walked through nature just to reach this point and now it is willing to reward you with rain. Each drop his filled with heavenly illumination which streams through your now unclogged spiritual root into your soul and beyond. You then realize that the stroll through the labyrinth was actually a spiritual rain dance, which triggered the strike of lightning.

Far above, a rainbow is stretched, another one begins to appear in your heart and on the horizon: from egoistic sapphire blue, to emerald gardening green, to scintillating ruby red love, to irradiating diamond white: Our heavenly drive for spiritual attainment, our passion for gardening each other’s spirits, our ability to reflect this love into others, with the white hot diamond intention of radiating these rainbows of rectitude outward to all of our friends.

In unison with the Melodies, fresh breath streams in your soul. You breathe bad air out and breathe deeply in. The pace of your breathing continues until it fully corresponds with the respiration of the birds and the small animals in the garden. Your heart, that had been as cold as ice before, begins to thaw; it is now pumping not only life in your body, it begins to radiate this spiritual aura to the surroundings. The plants understand and respond to this pulsing yearning the only way they are capable of: as if enchanted by a magic wand, they begin to grow and flourish in hyperbolic speed. The flowers bloom in marvelous colors that you have never seen before. every single nuance representing an extracted inner weed. The trees around you come together and unite as forest , that connects you once again with your spiritual roots, the source for all lives. The nightingales have hatched their chicks and they will disperse throughout the land. Outside millions of gardens and gardeners have been waiting to experience this spiritual twitter from the heavens for thousands of years. The energy released from the lightning bolt also begins to affect your fellow park visitors and create new spiritual connections among them. They define themselves no longer by competitive self-interests, but rather through a common intention – caring for each other the same way they now care for nature. This only happens when a spiritual connection exists among like minded souls. The individuals now know, as a group, what they need to do, what contribution nature is asking from each of them in order to continue to reveal their richness and their wealth. With this promise of the world to come you exit the Kabbalah Park in the certainty that the salvation is primarily dependent from three factors: fine-tuned perception, inner change and spiritual uplifting.

Being confronted with the kind of impenetrable barrier, unenlightened souls feel their only options are to settle for what you they have, to live with the pain and frustration, or attempt to climb over it or even bulldoze their way through it and at anyone’s expense. This is why the entrance to the Kabbalah Park can never be open for all. If the masses were to get through the entrance they would run up against their own inner labyrinth wall and it would not allow them to climb over or tear it down. Countless numbers are totally incapable of hearing the call of the nightingales; they are only trying to escape life.

In order to perceive, recognize or to create, one needs to feel it in the heart. The wall is a symbol of petrified egoism that can transform into an elastic membrane that grants entrance to the spiritual dimension. Inspired from such wisdom, you now comprehend that the force behind the bone chilling cries of the mockingbirds is the same force behind the Melodies. It just took on different forms in order to prod you to correction. With every step and every correction nature rewarded you with ever increasing degrees of delight.

From now on tending to the garden will fill a much higher purpose. Nature’s creations are ready to communicate with you. You respond by giving fresh water to a flower, caring for a rose, root feeding the deepest roots of a tree and weeding out the garden. With your green thumb, everything is now thriving more splendid than ever with the most exquisite fruits. The seed of caring and dedication has now come up in your heart. The new garden is extremely charged with spiritual force. Whereas in the past you only regarded it as a place for temporary relaxation, now your motivations for gardening are much more deeply rooted with a higher calling; full of amazement you see how natural and supernatural forces harmonize in nature.

All around you there exists an aura that others can feel and this aura influences them the same way it inspires the plants in the garden. Your example inspires others who never felt any desire to take a shovel in their hands and till the soil. They will now become spiritual gardeners, just like yourself.

The spiritual grass roots movement continually spreads. Numerous nightingales have now hatched and they carry the freshly inspired message throughout the planet for inspiring those who are responsible for setting environmental policy: politicians, scientists and landscape architects around the world for changing our borders into geo-spiritual nexus.

Welcome back to the Heavenly Garden.

About the Author
As the eldest grandson of Ross Daniels, the inventor of a horticultural irrigation tool for deep watering and feeding at the deepest roots, Marc spent the first half of his career learning about global gardening and gardener's trends. Ten years ago, he began thinking about how to take his grandfather's vision to the next level, for inspiring humanity to weed out hate and sow the seeds of peace through spiritual gardening.