In the 1970s, I came across an interesting story in a magazine. The author shared an unusual story about how he was cured, even more so - saved from a terrible disease - an ordinary tree.
It happened like this. The author (I don’t remember his name anymore) discovered a small tumor in his palm. The doctors reassured: they say, it's okay, it will pass. And the tumor kept growing, and in the end it turned out that it was cancer. The man was threatened with amputation of his arm. Shocked by the terrible news, not finding a place for himself, before the operation he went to the village, to the house where he spent his childhood.
This little house has long been empty, the garden is overgrown with weeds, the garden has run wild. A tree grew lonely in the front garden. The earth beneath him was scorched by the sun. The patient felt madly sorry for both this tree and himself.
An old watering can and a rumpled dusty bucket were found in the barn. The man began to carry water and water the tree.
But the earth was too dry, it did not accept water. Then the patient began to drill pits and fill them with water to give Peter Pavlov a drink of the roots. Things went very slowly, but he did not give up. He carried water, punching new holes in the dry, rock-hard soil.
Twilight fell on the ground, then the moon rose, and he kept walking and walking to the well. Already late at night, completely exhausted, he saw that the earth was saturated with moisture, and realized that the tree was saved.
The sore palm was badly scraped and very raw, the body was fettered with fatigue. The man leaned his forehead against the tree, wrapped his arms around the trunk and froze. How long he stood there, he did not remember. I didn't want to leave, peace and confidence reigned in my soul that everything would be fine. When I returned to the city, I found that there was no tumor on my palm, it just disappeared!
This story made me want to try a similar method of healing. The fact is that at that time I suffered from an incurable illness. So I turned to nature for help. He came to the forest, leaned against a tree and mentally told him about his problems.
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I did this many times, sometimes spent the night in the forest, tried to get in touch with him, to make friends with a pine or maple. But I never felt relief.
Again and again I tried to find a common language with nature, but there was still no result. So the years passed. The disease overcame, the drugs did not help. The body was getting old. The grave condition was already perceived as the norm. It became difficult to walk into the forest, and it seemed there was no need.
But somehow I was going fishing. The road to the river went through the forest, and what did I see? Heaps of rubbish, fallen and burnt trees, a dump for disposable tableware, glass containers, juice bags and many, many other rubbish underfoot.
I reached the river. Many fishermen sat on the shore, some with their wives and children, but here there was the same picture - rubbish was lying around. Plastic bottles floated in the water. The desire to fish was gone.
Not knowing what to do, he began to wander unconsciously along the shore. Then he pulled out a bag from his pocket, which he had taken from the supermarket for all occasions, and began to collect all this stuff in it.
There was a feeling that I was doing completely empty, useless work. There was too much rubbish all around, and I only have two hands and one bag.
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But there was a way out - I crumpled the plastic bottles, twisted them, tamped them, so they took up less space. He buried the glass container in the ground. He burned the paper in an old fireplace.
Among this disgrace, there were many abandoned packages that I used to collect garbage. Many fishermen shouted at me that I was doing nonsense, but there were also those who began to help me. Soon a decent patch of forest was cleared away.
What a relief I felt! It became very calm and good at heart. Even though my fishing trip was ruined, I was glad that I helped the forest, and some small part of it became cleaner. At home, I noticed that I felt much better than usual, there were no usual pains, I didn't have to drink handfuls of pills. I slept surprisingly well that night.
After some time, I again came to the river bank and saw that it was still clean there. Then I went further, found a littered place and began to clean it up. Such trips to nature have become the meaning of life for me.
I felt with all my heart that the forest is alive! He can not only cure any ailment, but also solve all our problems. Come to the forest as a visit to your best friend, work hard for him, and then tell him your problems. He will certainly help you!
Peter Ivanovich PAVLOV, Tver