Spiritual trouble big time

I put this on big, so you can click it and see how big that tree is. It is one of Guntown's most well known and oldest trees. Since I was a kid, we have always called it 'the coon tree'. It was hollow but still alive for years. In the last couple of years, it has died and become dangerous. It had to come down. Many, many Guntowners stood and watched as they sawed and sawed and pulled and pulled all day long, yet the tree resisted. Finally, it cracked at the base (not where they sawed) and crashed down with a deafening sound and an explosion of wood parts. I admit I cried a little. But, I really felt bad when I examined it.

At the huge base of the completely hollow old tree was the body of a young Raccoon. The owner said, 'OMG, did we kill it?" She had waited until she knew all young would be gone. I picked up the body and turned it over and recognized it as that young male who came and ate at my door and played with Tooney. Under the Coon's body was a block of blue rat poison. Also, he was in rigor already, which meant he was dead before the tree came down. I cried and so did some other Coon lovers who were there. Some bastard threw poison into the Coon Tree. Who could do such a thing? We were all looking around the crowd, but, no one seemed suspicious. There were so many Coon lovers there. They had even listened to the tree carefully before taking it down to make sure none were in residence. So, now we not only have a poisoner in our midst, but, the tree spirits are confused and some are angry.

I know many of you do not believe, but, I have seen them. I have been both awed and tormented by the spirits of nature. Some are tiny, light and beautiful as you would imagine the Fey to be. But, others are dark and huge and have nothing but bad in them and they scare me. It is my belief that I can make this right. The owner of the tree does not fully believe, but, she respected my advice that I take some of the remains under the dead Raccoon, which is all sawdust due to the dead tree, and I must use that medium to replant another place for the spirits of the old tree. The danger is..that tree was so old, so big, so well known as to have a name, that it held dark and unpredictable spirits. It held them safe and close and now they are free. I have to replant and call them in. I am a little afraid and I don't mind telling you that. This house, this property, is so spiritually balanced and so good to me that to upset that would be my personal hell.

There is another problem. I have no legs right now. Actually, I have one leg. The feeling and circulation came back in my right leg, but, my left leg is gone. It is a block of wood that I drag behind me. How can I plant a tree?? I have the perfect tree. There is a small Blue Spruce that I need to move. It is in the way of my new driveway. It is beautiful and too young to have attracted too many spirits. But, because it will be a mighty and strong tree someday, it can hold the old tree's attachments. If I do everything right. The right Moon, the medium I saved from the old tree and the right words. The words must be forthright, truthful and heartfelt. I must show no fear. I must call and gather them and attach them to the new tree. My neighbor helped me  gather the medium and I brought it home on my walker. People just parted and let me through. No one said one word in jest. They were nothing but, respectful. Now I just have to put it all together and get a hole dug. But, I'm telling you, an ill wind is blowing. It started as soon a the Coon Tree hit the ground and has not stopped yet. The animals hate it. Even the birds stopped singing. I must get this done soon before it's too late. Send me all your good energy. Thank you.