2002

Nature
HONORING MELVIN

My wife Cheryl and I first started using Perelandra Essences and processes in our Los Angeles post-war tract home four years ago. Forty-five years ago, a young family moved into this three-bedroom home and began to start a family. The dad most likely worked at the GM plant in Van Nuys or an aerospace plant. They planted grass and shrubs bought at the local Kmart along with the latest bug repellents, lead paint and household chemicals. Life was good and ignorance was bliss.

Thirty-six years later, we moved into this house and began a transformation process that not only changed the property but also changed our core beliefs and values. After reading Machaelle's book Behaving as if the God in All Life Mattered, Cheryl and I wanted our home to be a nature sanctuary. During the next four years, we learned to work with nature intelligence and had many ups and downs. The learning curve is very real and cannot be avoided. I can't say I love doing all of the Workbook II processes, but I love the results. I love the fact that I no longer have to kill anything in order to live with it. The snails I use to slaughter by the hundreds were now happy with their ten-percent tithe and were hardly noticed. Same with the wasps, water bugs, ants and fleas on our animals. Life was good and knowledge bliss.

Then along came Melvin. A watery El Niño year brought a rat, which I named Melvin, into our attic and garage. My integrity was about to be tested to the limit. I detest rats and had always considered them bottom feeders and disease carriers. If I truly believed that the God in all life mattered, I was going to have to get along with Melvin or transport him to safer ground. I tried peanut butter and a have-a-heart trap. Melvin laughed at me and considered my attempts to catch him child's play. The peanut butter would be eaten and the trap unsprung. My feeble attempt at Nature Healing Conings for Animals was leaving my garage in shambles. After eating all the tops to my dropper bottles, he began to chew on the automobile tires and left one flat. He found the dog kibble and wrapping paper next.

In utter desperation I called the Perelandra Question Hot Line. Jeannette told me that I was not being specific enough with my communication. She instructed me to draw a map and be specific with boundaries. I was to ask Melvin what he needed instead of just making demands. So I did. I had felt all along that Melvin just wanted to be treated with respect and be allowed to live in an environment that treated him like the God in his life truly mattered. During the coning I asked him what he wanted via kinesiology. He told me he wanted to be fed. This was going to go over big. I could see myself now in a business meeting telling my colleagues I had to leave because my wild rat friend needed to be fed. I agreed to feed him if he would agree to a few of my wishes. I asked him not to destroy any more things in the garage. I asked him to leave his droppings somewhere else. And I asked him not to breed and to "date" off the property. Thus began my co-creative relationship with a wild rat.

From the day I began to feed Melvin a small amount of kibble, he kept his part of the bargain. I never found droppings anywhere. Nothing in my garage was destroyed, and I never saw any of his friends or family in the garage. This rat had integrity, and he was anything but dirty. Cheryl was having a wee bit of difficulty with the idea of Melvin living in the garage and me feeding him. Cheryl would express her opinion on the situation but reluctantly accepted the fact that men are just grown-up boys with frogs found in their pockets.

Trust me when I tell you that the fantastic truly becomes the mundane. Having a co-creative relationship with nature intelligence does not eliminate the "honey-do list." A typical Saturday might find Cheryl going off shopping and reminding me to do an Insect Balancing Process because she saw a water bug (a nice way of saying cockroach in California) in the cabinet. While I was at it, I was to do a Troubleshooting Chart on our garden because some of the plants looked shabby, and then to top things off she handed me a detailed list of symptoms I needed to go over with my MAP team. Oh, and if I have time, please check out the animals.

Explaining to the neighbors about changes on your property can also be a challenge. Neither Cheryl nor I are gardeners. Before we started doing the Perelandra work on our property, we managed to kill two rose bushes and one cherry tomato plant that people tell us is impossible to kill. Now all our neighbors think we are expert gardeners. They want to know what fertilizer we use and how things look so green and alive. What's even worse is when local gardeners start talking garden and you don't understand a word they are saying. One year we programmed the crystals we keep in our Genesa crystal to help the aging neighborhood revive itself and some other stuff and I think world peace. We noticed that new people began moving in, and people really did start fixing up their house and property. What was really bizarre was when the city repaved our street. No other streets in the neighborhood were re-paved but ours.

Back to Melvin. For over a year I would leave a small amount of kibble in the garage and when I came home it would be gone. I never really saw Melvin and only heard him occasionally when I opened the garage door. This fantastic thing that was happening on my property was becoming mundane. During the fall of that year, Cheryl and I decided to move. Cheryl wanted a walk-in closet, and I just wanted to get out of Los Angeles. Since our fantastic life was becoming mundane, I was up to a new challenge. The challenge was a brand new home built on land that was clay based with no nutrients in the soil. Was nature up to the challenge? That's another story. I did some Nature Healing Conings for Animals with Melvin and let him know of our intent to sell the property. Under no circumstances was Melvin traveling to our new home with us. He was going to stay in the neighborhood. Since our first order of business was to hold a mammoth garage sale, Melvin was going to have to leave and the feedings stop. Melvin agreed and I never saw him again, but I will never forget him. Maybe he is following a foursome around on a golf course in another dimension.

Update
We moved and began working with nature on our new property. The sparrows have found refuge in our front porch ficus tree, and we have seen three generations hatch and go on their way. We are now learning that nature can work in balance anywhere. Living in a planned community that is so evolution dominated by humans was not a problem with nature. It gives Cheryl and me hope for this planet. With a few co-creative gardeners, nature can repair and restore what we have messed up.

"Each gardener, in the role of the Knower, shall hold the seed to his heart and shall plant this seed in the earth. The fruit of this plant shall be the winged and shafted Sun above his head, and a new kingdom shall be grounded on Earth. This I can promise you. This is what awaits you."

(From the Overlighting Deva of Planet Earth, as written in the Perelandra Garden Workbook.)

— T.M., California