The Oak - Part 2

Ankur had seated himself on the bench, still looking around and a bit suspicious, he said,” you explain yourself, and intently I will listen". The oak began,” I can hear better than you humans can and I can learn your languages quickly too. I’ve been here for four hundred years or so. Many people have passed this way over the years but, I haven’t been able to talk to many“. Curious about this statement, Ankur asked,” If only a few have been able to hear you, what made the difference from all the other people”? The oak remained silent for a moment …” they were all sick or dying…what is your state of health now”?

Slightly shaken by the oak’s revelatory answer and question, Ankur answered, (in a half way sarcastic voice) “now I am very much comforted; I learned just a while ago, that I have lung cancer”. “ Will it take your life“? asked the oak. Ankur answered, “ I’m not knowing yet, how bad it is. I have a tumor that is small now and they will be testing it to see how bad”.

“ I’m sorry, maybe it won’t be as bad as it could be; …by the way, what is your name“?, asked the oak. “I’m Ankur Patel and asked in return “what is your name”? “Well, the first name the native Cherokee called me was, Adahi Ataya, which means young oak and then later they called me Adohi Ataya, which means, forest oak and then Gawoniha, which means, talker and then some even referred to me as Nuda Ataya, which means, crazy oak…just call me Ataya! …Some of the white men that came along later, called me firewood…. hah, just a little pun there, made a little funny . Ah hah, good one” said Ankur and then asked,” How have you survived so long and nothing happened to you? You have been here in this place so long”.

“ Yeah, I don’t do a lot of traveling around”. Ankur chuckled, nodding his head at the answer. “ When I was a sapling this place was forest, for as far as could be seen in any direction. The natives were the only people here at that time; their small village was over there, toward the downtown area. A few game trails were the only thing that you could call traffic then”.

Ankur sat looking down at the sidewalk with his lips pressed together. “ What are you thinking about so intently Ankur”? Asked Ataya. Ankur answered,” I was thinking about how much you have seen and all the people that have passed beneath you, and soon I may be one more, just another part of history”! “ Well, that is probably going to be true if you die young or if you become an old man and die. It’s very likely I’ll outlive you by many years; some of us oaks are over a thousand years old. Being I’m protected by this city and my size and all amaze most people, I don’t worry so much about being firewood anytime soon. Over the years I have survived a few close calls, being struck by lightning a few times and one of my limbs got so big it broke and they amputated it, that’s the only kindling I’ve gave up over the years. Now short of a major lightning strike or taking a direct hit from a big ass tornado, I’m not worried about being sawdust anytime soon but, I’m sensing you are becoming a bit apprehensive about your future”.

“Yes I am, I guess anyone would be”, answered Ankur; “until it’s hitting you in the face, your not as much thinking about it”. “ I have never been thinking of these kind of thoughts before”. “ The doctor hasn’t said I’m a dead man yet but, until the tests are coming back, I can not help thinking I am, you know with the law of Murphy and everything. Ankur sat quietly for a moment and said,” I am still curious how you can only talk to sick people. Does this bother you greatly or do you like talking much too people”?

“ Oh I love talking to people, when I can! I’m not sure if it is good for them or me that I can talk at will to them, one of us would probably talk my bark off. Now as far as how I’m able only to talk to sick people, I can explain it but it’s somewhat complicated”. O.k., said Ankur,”Tell me”. “ Well”, began Ataya,” you see it’s as if we; you and I and all things give off a frequency if you will and this is how we hear but, the frequency you humans hear by is just slightly different so, normally you wouldn’t hear me but, when people are sick or in a mentally stressful state, it changes enough so you can hear me”.
“I see”, said Ankur, “ Is that why they are saying crazy people, are hearing things…and can all the other trees and bushes be hearing me too”? “ Yes, technically”. So, all these other trees are hearing our conversation”? “ Yes”, said Ataya, “ If they can see you and want to hear, it can; most don’t, most of the time”.

Ankur hesitated for a moment with puckered lips and a thoughtful frown on his face and asked, “ What do you mean, if it can see and wants too? You can control what you hear’? “You see, I can hear at longer distances than you can and also be heard farther, if I can see you, I can speak to you, just like I can communicate with other trees the same way. I can also choose how much I hear; unlike humans two trees can talk without others hearing; that’s more a code of honor, speak when spoken too but, if I want to address a group of trees, as I’m looking around at them, they will hear me. It’s a spiritual thing, if you will. We don’t talk to each other that much, there’s not a lot to say, especially among us in the same proximity to each other but, we will join in a song together or listen each other sing”.

Ankur said, “ I am liking talking to you of these things very much and a lot you have seen, Yes”? “ Yes, I almost have a photographic memory”. Ankur said, “I must go now, but if I come back, will you tell me more things”? Ataya said, “ Come back and I’ll tell you more and show you special things”.

Ankur walked away from Ataya for a couple of blocks; he was several hundred feet away. He turned and looked at Ataya looming in the distance, he knew humanly from this distance that there was no way that he could hear someone’s voice but, he made sure no one was around him at the moment and said, “ You are nothing but a giant piece of firewood”. He waited a moment without hearing a response and as he had turned and started to walk away. Ataya‘s said,“ The next time your near me, I’m gonna drop a stick on you”. He didn’t bother turning around and said, “ I’ll see you tomorrow “. “Ok, goodbye for now,” responded Ataya.

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