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There’s a hypothesis that’s been circulating in the science field for some decades that has, in recent years, grown legs: Plants, and trees, are sentient beings. They have consciousness. Perhaps not the same consciousness as humans or animals, but one that exhibits complex behaviours and communicates all the same. The entire plant body has even been likened to a human brain, a network of receptors and cells that uses chemical and electrical signals, which enables the plant to have short and long term memory, sense their environment and communicate not only with each other, but other organisms too.
It turns out one of those organisms is me. I talk to plants. There, I said it. When I say talk, I’m not saying I hear voices as such, nor am I often speaking out loud (although by all means, do speak kind words and play music to plants, we must have all seen or heard of the studies demonstrating the benefit that has to offer. Some even suggest plants may have specific taste in music). It’s more of a knowing in my body and heart, almost like someone has just said something, and now there’s silence, the words still echo somewhere inside.
I realise, maybe more than anyone, how crazy this sounds, but it’s the truth. A truth I’ve learned is largely accepted among indigenous people who remain connected to nature to the extent humans should, including my own ancestral lineage of the Celts and Druids in the U.K. I was delighted when on …
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Author: Ruby Deevoy / High Times
