Gnome story
In Beaverton, by seven oaks middle school, there is a little patch of woods behind the baseball fields, where I used to read, hang out, meditate by myself. One day, I went back there , and I did some stretching exercises, including touching my toes. I had an extra pair of jeans that I wanted to save,so I stashed them behind a big oak tree that was in the center of this area.
The next day, I came back to my spot, and I found that the jeans had been hung up on a little broken branch on the tree. "Hmmm......" I thought, "someone has found my spot!" I knew that it wasn't unusual for teens and hobos to go back there, though, to drink beer, smoke, or to sleep.
When I picked up the jeans , however, a few handfuls of mushrooms fell out of the pant legs.
It was kind of weird, but when kids are messing around, that kind of thing can happen. There were a lot of mushrooms on the forest floor in that spot.
I went back to where I had been sitting the day before, about 25 feet from the tree. Right near by, there were two small structures made out of........well......sticks and leaves, and pine cones, and pine needles, and stones. They were about 1 ft high, and 1 foot in length and width. They resembled Indian tepees. They were intricately built, and they had a little stone path that led to the inner room of the structures. In the middle of the tepees were a handful of mushrooms.
I got down on my hands and knees and studied the tepees. They had windows built in, the sticks and pinecones were lined up perfectly, and they even had " shrubbery" of leaves and pine needles. They looked like an Indian doll houses.
My mind was searching for an explanation, and I thought at first that someone was picking mushrooms, and that was how they cured, or dried them. But that explanation quickly revealed itself to make no sense, whatsoever. I was bewildered. Something strange was going on here. And I have had enough of these things happen to me, that I , notice a peculiar feeling , that seems to signal that a different frequency of reality is bleeding into our ordinary third dimensional one.
So, as I left my spot, I took out an extra ski cap from my backpack. I held it up high, and in my mind, and also out loud, I said "OK, put some mushrooms in this hat!" Then, I placed the hat behind the oak tree.
I was exited to return to my spot, the next day, and I was not disappointed. I hurried back to fetch my cap, opened it up, and lo and behold, there were two large mushrooms placed within the cap!
I went back to where the tepees were, and there was just one new one, now, about 2 ft long, and it looked like an Indian longhouse. It was just as carefully made as the others, and had a path, and windows, and mushrooms inside the enclosure, but now, there was a tiny porch outside of it, with two tiny reclining chairs made out of bark.
I sat down to meditate, after I calmed myself. In my inner eye appeared a llttle man in a red gnome cap, and he had curly white beard and long hair. He looked just like the illustrations.
He was also laughing gleefully and bending over to try to touch his toes. Then I remembered that I had been doing my exercises there. He was making fun of me, and messing with me, the little rascal!
I took some of the mushrooms to identify them, wondering if they were the point of all of this presentation. But they were neither poisonous, nor hallucinogenic. They, I think could be eaten, but we're not very delectable
The next day, I came back to my spot, and I found that the jeans had been hung up on a little broken branch on the tree. "Hmmm......" I thought, "someone has found my spot!" I knew that it wasn't unusual for teens and hobos to go back there, though, to drink beer, smoke, or to sleep.
When I picked up the jeans , however, a few handfuls of mushrooms fell out of the pant legs.
It was kind of weird, but when kids are messing around, that kind of thing can happen. There were a lot of mushrooms on the forest floor in that spot.
I went back to where I had been sitting the day before, about 25 feet from the tree. Right near by, there were two small structures made out of........well......sticks and leaves, and pine cones, and pine needles, and stones. They were about 1 ft high, and 1 foot in length and width. They resembled Indian tepees. They were intricately built, and they had a little stone path that led to the inner room of the structures. In the middle of the tepees were a handful of mushrooms.
I got down on my hands and knees and studied the tepees. They had windows built in, the sticks and pinecones were lined up perfectly, and they even had " shrubbery" of leaves and pine needles. They looked like an Indian doll houses.
My mind was searching for an explanation, and I thought at first that someone was picking mushrooms, and that was how they cured, or dried them. But that explanation quickly revealed itself to make no sense, whatsoever. I was bewildered. Something strange was going on here. And I have had enough of these things happen to me, that I , notice a peculiar feeling , that seems to signal that a different frequency of reality is bleeding into our ordinary third dimensional one.
So, as I left my spot, I took out an extra ski cap from my backpack. I held it up high, and in my mind, and also out loud, I said "OK, put some mushrooms in this hat!" Then, I placed the hat behind the oak tree.
I was exited to return to my spot, the next day, and I was not disappointed. I hurried back to fetch my cap, opened it up, and lo and behold, there were two large mushrooms placed within the cap!
I went back to where the tepees were, and there was just one new one, now, about 2 ft long, and it looked like an Indian longhouse. It was just as carefully made as the others, and had a path, and windows, and mushrooms inside the enclosure, but now, there was a tiny porch outside of it, with two tiny reclining chairs made out of bark.
I sat down to meditate, after I calmed myself. In my inner eye appeared a llttle man in a red gnome cap, and he had curly white beard and long hair. He looked just like the illustrations.
He was also laughing gleefully and bending over to try to touch his toes. Then I remembered that I had been doing my exercises there. He was making fun of me, and messing with me, the little rascal!
I took some of the mushrooms to identify them, wondering if they were the point of all of this presentation. But they were neither poisonous, nor hallucinogenic. They, I think could be eaten, but we're not very delectable
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