The M!u!u!u!u! Leads Me to "Tree Munch"
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And so !QXAXIQ! said I must find the iron-oak. What the hell was he talking about?
As many of you know, I live in a remote northern corner of northern Minnesota. The landscape here is sometimes described as an “aspen-oak savanna”. I live in the transition zone between the vast white pine forests of the east and the Great Plains to the west. Numerous oak trees, and various deciduous trees outnumber the pines in my area, but not for long as you move to the east.
!QXAXIQ! was expecting me to find one particular oak infused with some sort of “unnatural iron.”
Where to start? !QXAXIQ! strongly suggested that I already knew where this special iron-oak was located. Of course, I spend a lot of time wandering the forests. Taking on the task of finding the iron-oak was not entirely unwelcome -- yet another reason to spend time adrift in the woods!
So the day following our communication with !QXAXIQ! I set out along a familiar path I often take into a wooded section east of my home. I had no other plan that to look closely at each oak tree I came upon, and examine it up and down for any sign of this magical iron “nexus” that might be a connection between my “ordinary” Minnesota, and that strange and eerie Minnesota of Dr. 58’s world.
But I also did so in a particular state of mind -- I was keeping myself “wide open” so to speak, so that, for example, when I came upon an oak tree, I abandoned my ego-based consciousness and the chain of semantic-code thinking that hammered the concept of an oak tree into being an “oak tree.”
Rather, my plan was to confront oak tree as if it were “nothing at all” at the very root (no pun intended) of its being. When I confronted an oak, I wanted to make it so that I had never encountered one before, and as if that oak tree had just come into being in that instant of my seeing it, a completely new thing.
I think the reason !QXAXIQ! was being so coy with me is that he was pushing me to take on this project not in some mundane way -- but as a kind of exercise in consciousness, or “nonconsciousness” or “hyper consciousness,” so to speak.
IMPORTANT NOTE: As a reminder, I think it is important to reiterate that I came into this situation not only as a person with 40+ years of Ouija practice, but also someone who has been intensely driven to peel back the greater realities which lie beyond what we think of as our ordinary, every day consciousness. As some of you will know from reading my columns here at UM, my cosmic explorations began when I was 9 years old after I was shot through the stomach in a hunting accident, nearly bled to death on a frozen 15-below-zero day, which triggered an intense NDE, which shattered by ordinary “mind” forever.
On May 11 of this year (2011) I completed 30 years of Zen meditation practice – May 11, 1981 – May 11, 2011 -- and doing so every day without missing a single day in 30 years. That combined with uncounted hours and years of experimenting with various mind tools, especially the Hemi-Sync technology of the Monroe Institute, and also lucid dream technologies (including the Nova Dreamer) and practices – and I have developed abilities with the dream state to an extreme level.
I say all this because the charge as been made many times -- in the course of my releasing the Dr. 58 information -- that I am writing fiction, and now the information you are about to read will certainly seem to veer into the realm of pure fiction. However, this is not fiction, these are my actual experiences. They are as REAL as anything else any of you did today.
I’m not saying that I am “special” than any of you reading this – my only point is that I’m coming at this from the standpoint of a life-time of consciousness exploration, and things that may sound astounding to some, may not be as astounding as one might think, and when taking into the account the true nature of the mind and how it functions in the environment of our universe.
(Forgive me if the above statement sounds a like a lecture, so let’s just continue now):
Despite all, the situation I was in now was all very confounding. What the hell was looking for? Of course, there was always the possibility that I was being sent on a wild goose chase by a steaming pile of insipid Ouija board information!!
As I strolled in the woods, I went from oak to oak. When I confronted an oak, I looked at it intensely. Iron and oak, iron and oak? What could it mean? Where was an oak that contained some kind of iron oak nexus??? What, what? Then one day, after several hours of wandering the woods, feeling like a fool, I happened upon something that froze my step, and sent thrilling electrical current throughout my body. Here is a picture of what I happened upon in the woods:
Oh my! I had the instant intuitive feeling that I had stumbled upon an enormously important clue! Clearly, this was obviously not an oak tree, but an ordinary box elder which, years ago, someone had leaned an old iron bed frame against, and the tree "ate it."
No -- this could not be !QXAXIQ!’s iron-oak -- but an extremely powerful sense of ... of ... KNOWINGNESS! ... dawned upon me. I don’t know how, but I was certain that it must be something like this !QXAXIQ! was talking about, something very similar.
Thought after thought, intuitive leap after leap tumbled through my consciousness, like boulders of thought-quanta rolling from the top of my cranium, down my brain stem and trickling to the end of my spinal chord. I grew extremely excited.
What’s further – something came to me –it was if a some kind of minor nature spirit whispered directly into the soft tissue of my brain, the words, “Tree Munch!” This particular “nexus” of iron and box elder tree may have been a simple curiosity, but in the subtle state of mind I was in -- cleared and expanded with Zen -- working the M!u!u!u!u!u of !QXAXIQ! -- here came forth TREE MUNCH! -- a tiny deity of the wilderness, maybe, just maybe offering me a clue to find my way.
Here was a nexus, a confluence of something created by man with the substance of something created by nature, making for the condition that allowed the formation of the Consciousness that was Tree Munch.
I suddenly felt emotional. I felt like weeping -- I was surprised as the feeling and notion came to me -- it was generated by how badly I wanted to help my friend Gefraim!!
I sat down in front of Tree Munch, composed myself to make my mind as the ocean, and then struggled to better grasp and follow the amazing M!u!u!u!u!u of !QXAXIQ! into the tiny nexus that was the Tree Munch entity. There was perhaps an hour or ordinary time that was like -- how shall I describe it? -- like a process of delicate tuning, a series of adjustments, a stepping from M!u!u!u!u!u to M!u!u!u!u!u, of taking a wrong step occasionally, and stepping back to correct it -- and I had it! I had my connection with Tree Munch!
Here now, I recreate my communication with Tree Munch. Unlike the process of channeling information from the Ouija, this was a direct tête-à-tête with the extremely delicate consciousness of the hybrid forest entity Tree Munch. I took no written notes on the spot there in the woods, so keep in mind I recreated this “transcript” of my dialog as soon as I returned home:
KEN: Tree Munch! Do you attend!
TREE MUNCH: GREETINGS, HUMAN BEAST.
KEN: Tree Munch, how is that you exist?
TREE MUNCH: AS TEMPORARY NEXUS, AS YOU SEE.
KEN: Certainly your existence must be highly temporary. In the grand scheme of things, the tree lives for a short time, and the situation I witness here of metal eaten by tree cannot endure.
TREE MUNCH: TRUE.
KEN: How then can there beyond life, your existence?
TREE MUNCH: AS YOU EXPERIENCE, I EXIST.
KEN: Are you a unique being? Is your basis in something else? I mean, are you perhaps a sylph, fairy or elemental of the forest, taking temporary form?
TREE MUNCH: PERHAPS. I AM HERE.
KEN: When the tree withers and spits out the iron, will you be dead?
TREE: YOUR QUESTION MAKES NO SENSE.
KEN: Forget it. Tree Munch, I am in dire need of your help. If you do me a favor, if you grant me knowledge that I seek, how would I be indebted to you, and what might it cost me, and what consequences, if any, might result, or might you demand?
TREE MUNCH: what is the nature of the boon?
KEN: Knowledge of a nexus similar to that of your own being, Tree Munch. I seek the Iron-Oak Nexus and intimated to me by a powerful and wise guide.
TREE MUNCH: WHY DON’T YOU ASK THIS POWERFUL WISE GUIDE?
KEN: I have, Tree Munch. He only sent my into the forest, armed with the M!u!u!u!u, which so far has only brought me to you. You cannot be the iron-oak nexus I seek, am I correct -- WAIT -- before you answer will you answer freely, or demand a price?
TREE MUNCH: WHAT COULD YOU OFFER?
(Note: I took a few moments to give this some thought. Then an answer came to me).
KEN: Tree Munch, I would offer you 1 consciousness chit, a C-Chit, in exchange for answering the simple question of your nature or non-nature as the iron-oak nexus.
TREE MUNCH: WHAT IS THE COLOR OF YOUR WEALTH?
(Note: I produced in my mind an energy chit, and spun it, rotated it and levitated it in space like a tiny orb of molten gold).
TREE MUNCH: I WILL ACCEPT THIS CHIT, HUMAN BEAST. ASK.
KEN: Excellent. Tree Munch, I assume you are not the iron-oak nexus I seek. Am I correct?
TREE MUNCH: YOU ARE CORRECT! YOU MAY PROFFER THE CHIT.
(I mentally “shot” the C-Chit into the maw of Tree Munch, and he (it?) absorbed it).
KEN: Tree Munch, was the payment adequate?
TREE MUNCH: YES.
KEN: Good! Tree Munch, I hereby offer you an additional C-Chit if you will reveal to me the location of the said Iron-Oak Nexus. Will you help me?
TREE MUNCH: I WOULD WILLINGLY ABSORB 20 C-CHITS.
KEN: Tree Munch, I am willing to offer 3 C-Chits for the knowledge I seek.
TREE MUNCH: I WOULD COLLECT 20 C-CHITS FOR THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE IRON-OAK NEXUS.
KEN: I have given this considerable thought. I am now prepared to hand over 5 C-chits.
TREE MUNCH: THE IRON-OAK NEXUX IS VERY NEAR. PERHAPS A DILIGENT SEARCH WILL REVEAL IT. YOU BEST BEGIN.
KEN: Tree Munch, I have expended much energy is creating the platform upon which my consciousness can phase with yours. I fear I cannot manufacture 20 C-Chits and maintain our communication. Five C-Chits is better than no C-Chits.
TREE MUNCH: PERHAPS THE M!U!U!U!U!U CAN LEAD YOU TO THE IRON-OAK NEXUS.
KEN: I am not a master of the M!u!u!u!u!u. The M!u!u!u!u!u has led me to you. The intent of the M-u-u-u-u-u is most likely such that you reveal to me the Iron-Oak Nexus, in exchange for a fair price, of course, which I estimate to be a maximum of 7 C-Chits.
TREE MUNCH: YOU ALREADY OWE ME 3 C-CHITS FOR ANSWERING THE PREVIOUS QUESTION.
KEN: I already paid you 1 C-Chit for that!
TREE MUNCH: THAT WAS FOR THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I AM NOT THE IRON-OAK NEXUS YOU SEEK.
KEN: Jeepers, then what are you talking about, Tree Munch! What are the 3 C-chits for?
TREE MUNCH: YOU ASKED ME ABOUT MY EXISTENCE AS AN ENERGY BEING OF THE FOREST AND INQUIRED ABOUT THE FATE OF MY EXISTENCE, MY LIFE OR DEATH.
KEN: But you said that question made no sense!
TREE MUNCH: I ANSWERED. WILL YOU PAY THE 3 C-CHITS?
KEN: I require the price of 3 C-Chits to answer this question you have just asked.
(Here there was a long uncomfortable silence between Tree Munch and myself. Some of you may be wondering why I was haggling with this forest entity -- I won’t go into a lengthy discussion here, only to say that in my long experience of dealing with similar beings via the Ouija and dream world, it is extremely important that one maintain a balance of energy, and that each side remain satisfied with what they received in a transaction. Also, an entity such as this is almost certainly into tricks – if you review the history of fairy lore and such, you will come to learn that if a nature sprite feels it can manipulate you, it will eagerly do so. The obvious fact that I would not roll over in awe of confronting a nature sprite -- and that I was willing to be a cheap-ass haggler -- had the effect of making the entity wary of me, and not so willing to play tricks on me. Finally, Tree Munch broke the silence.)
TREE MUNCH: SEND FORTH 10 C-CHITS AND I WILL REVEAL THE IRON-OAK NEXUS. OUR SCALES WILL BE IN BALANCE.
KEN: I offer 8 C-Chits.
TREE MUNCH: I WILL ACCEPT 9 C-CHITS FOR THE KNOWLEDGE YOU SEEK, AND MAY YOU GO WITH THE M!U!U!U!U!U.
KEN: Arg! Agreed! Prepare, Tree Munch, while I gather 9 C-Chits.
(Note: At this point in my negotiation with Tree Munch, I had grown fantastically weary, and I wasn’t sure if I had it in my power to extend another Energy Bar tool (EBT), and hold the concentration firmly enough to break the EBT into precisely 9 C-Chits. But I found that if I visualized the task in such a way as to form the EBT, break it into three segments, then break each of those into three, I would have Tree Munch’s 9 C-Chits. To make a long story short, I did so, but I swear, nearly passed out in the process. However, I was able to send the quanta packet of C-chits into the mind of Tree Munch -- after the last golden pieced absorbed into the this Nexus Sprite, it sent what I call a “blurry blob” of something that seemed to hit me right in the face.
At first I thought Tree Munch spit a spider web at me – or maybe ectoplasm!! -- but as I pawed at my face, I realized there was nothing there, and that only some kind energy had been directed at me.
Then there was what seemed like only seconds of a strange kind of vertigo, and when my head cleared, I was in for a shock! When I had composed myself to form a mental interface with Tree Munch, the golden autumn sun was still about 35 degrees above the horizon. Now it was nighttime! I was sitting out in the woods, in the dark -- I could only make out the faint form of the old bedpost leaning against the box elder, which seemed now like an ordinary lifeless piece of scrap iron stuck to a shabby little tree. Dazed and with my poor arthritic body, knees and joints aching from my long position of sitting before the Tree Munch Nexus Entity, I moved gingerly out of the woods and into a clearing. There was still some fast fading light in they after all.
The air was cool and crisp. A few hard, untwinkling stars began to emerge punctuate the sky. Immediately upon stepping out of the woods, I felt compelled to look to the left. There, but 50 yards away, stood an oak I was familiar with from my many sojourns in these woods, and about 20 yards beyond that oak was another.
YEEEEEOOOOOOWWW!!!!!! It slammed into me like a glob of ball lightning! That was the oak in which manifested the Iron-Oak Nexus! Tree Munch had kept his end of the bargain! I had now identified the oak which contained the Iron-Oak Nexus – but in what form did it take? Was there a chunk of iron lodged in this tree as well?
But I had an intuitive knowing that this was the instrument I needed to kill or disable the Man Thing Entity.
(NEXT: Working the Iron-Oak Nexus, and moving on to new conversations with Dr. 58)
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