This page is for Stan of powertoshare and will also be e-mailed to my new friends. Like Richard Bach says – ‘some of my best friends are people I have never met’. Richard is one of them , and so are the people who read and reviewed one of my favorite books for amazon.com.
For years it worried me why ‘The Secret Life of Plants’ by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird had gone off the shelves so quickly. I had bought thirteen copies and gave them to friends. One is with me and I don’t let it out of my sight. It’s a Penguin Edition for 80p, so it must be of the series reprinted in 1976 (twice). My several regular bookshops here knew I was in the market for more copies. They said: “out of print”.
How could this book have gone out of stock and out of print? Was there a ban because pesticides and chemical fertilizer had just become big business here?
Now that I know ‘Availability: Usually ships within 24 hours’, (amazon.com 27.9.99) I feel truly blessed. This book has changed my life, influenced many friends and will continue to do so.
The first copy (a green-eyed Penguin edition) glared at me in the bookshop of Bombay’s Domestic Airport.
As a rule I am what you might call a responsible flier. I listen to engine and other noises. When there is a change of engine-sound I study the faces of co-passengers and flight attendants. If they look bored or harassed, I relax. I know there is no need to alarm the captain. (Pilot friends say the change in sound may be caused by a switch-over to a lighter fuel mixture as one reaches cruising height.)
On this particular flight the crew had to manage without me. After I opened the book, I saw nothing, heard nothing and was well into the harmonic life of plants by the time the landing gear came down.
Alone in an A/C coupe, I read through the night in the train.
A quick shower and change on arrival and back to the book. By the time I left for the office I had finished ‘The Secret Life of Plants’ and was now dreaming about a Findhorn type Garden.
Finished the book? I will never finish this book!
On this particular trip I made the return journey to Bombay with a pink rose. Cradled in my hand in the car on the way to the station, I explained about the journey. Shared my drinking water with it on the train. We reached Calcutta in the morning. The rose spent the day in a glass of water alone in the guesthouse while I went to the office. In the evening we both drove to the airport and took the night flight. I had wrapped the stem with wet newspaper and occasionally sent silent messages – please don’t worry, we’ll be home soon where you get a nice vase all to yourself. The flight was ok.
The rose spent another happy week with us in Bombay, loved and admired by all. Then I felt it was getting tired, so I gave it the freedom to go.
After ‘The Secret Life of Plants’ entered my life, my admiration and respect for the so called poor farmers of India grew into something like awe.
When the Rourkela Fertilizer Plant in Orissa started production, the government gave fertilizer away free to the farmers in this so called backward area. The farmers took it and used it. The next year fertilizer was offered at heavily subsidized rates. The farmers did not buy it. The government decided to give it away free for another year. The farmers did not come to take it. An investigation confirmed: yes, the farmers knew it was free. Yes, using the fertilizer had increased the yield. No, they would rather not use it. Why? “It spoils our soil.”
It took me a few more years to understand the possible cause why the Indian farmers near the Hirakud Dam (also in Orissa) said “this water is no good.”
In later years I got interested in pyramid power and ‘made’ Pyramid water under a wooden replica. Pyramid water has excellent taste. For this I can vouch. Scientists have found kept under a pyramid, water molecules move further apart. I take this as a sign of trapping a larger amount of pranic energy in the water.
It seems likely when water is pressed through turbines, the molecules get closer to each other and less pranic or life energy is retained in the water.
The question here is, how can the illiterate, so called ignorant farmer in a tribal belt of Orissa know this? Answer – because he can still talk to devas, listen to nature spirits and feel one with the living earth.
LOVE AND PEACE