This was the tree where Gods and poets met! The Gods to inspire the poets to write about the world about
human wisdom and
the
poets were there to convey the wisdom of the Gods to the humans down at earth. There were all kinds of Gods… the white bearded one from the Christians, Allah the Muslim one, Jahve the Jewish one, the Hindu Gods Brahma, Mahesh, Vshnu, Krishn, Kali and many others, the ancient Viking ones Thor, Oden, Frey, Balder and many others, the Greek ones Zeus, Apollo, Hera, Dionysos, the Roman ones Diana, Amor, Jupiter, Mars and many more Gods from all over the human world. They all lived in various countries, but once a year they met to discuss common matters. Then they met in this tree that was as old as the world itself. It was always filled with rich, fresh green and gave a wonderful shade and protection to the world under it. This particular year they were very concerned about the state of affairs in the world under the tree. They saw their people
fighting each other about who was the best amongst the Gods… and they could not really understand why. They had clearly, not just indicated, but stated in the Holy Statutes of The Gods that they were all equal. No God was better than the other and whenever a human being went into prayer they all listened to the prayer and took it into their hearts. This regardless of the human being’s race, creed, sex and origin. This was the consensus amongst the Gods that all human beings were equal as well. So they could not, in all their wisdom, understand this fighting. They were very worried as they saw all the bloodshed and suffering on earth. They all agreed on that this was not what religion was about. This was not what they have been working for all these thousands and thousands of years. They frowned their foreheads (yes, even Gods have foreheads, at least some of them) and went into meditation. This year the meeting was chaired by Zeus ( the chair rotated every year amongst them ) and as he was the chair he also led the meditation. They meditated for days and days and went deeper and deeper into their minds. But still, after a very long meditation they could not find any answer or solution to their worries. The poets who were attending the meeting were anxiously awaiting the outcome of the Gods’ congregation as it was they who should bring the message to the humans from the Gods. The Gods finally declared that they saw no other solution that to interfere directly themselves this time. They told the poets that poetry would not be enough this time. So they all left the tree… hundreds, yes thousands of Gods left the tree and appeared on earth for the humans. They all looked differently. There were Gods who had yellow skin, black skin, red skin, pink skin... there were Gods who had trunks for noses, there were Gods that had three legs, four legs and no legs at all. There were Gods that had one arm, two arms, three arms, four arms and no arms at all. There were Gods that had one eye, two eyes, three eyes and no eyes at all. There were Gods that had small ears, big ears, normal ears and no ears at all. Yes, there were Gods of all possible shapes, any shape you can imagine… but they had all one thing in common; they all had big warm caring hearts who were beating for the good of life on earth... animals and human beings equal. Thus they appeared before the fighting humans and said: Look... look at us; we are all so different from each other. None of us look like the other, we come from all places of the world and yet... we live in peace with each other... we are all equal and we respect each other. As you are images of us you should also do the same... now make peace and stop fighting and embrace each other. The humans looked at the Gods and felt shame... They fell down on their knees and lowered their heads and asked the Gods for forgiveness. They promised the Gods that they forever should keep their peace if they were forgiven. They solemnly swore to keep the peace forever. So... the Gods gave them their forgiveness and blessings and left the earth and went up in the tree again. And the poets? Well, they had to wait until the next meeting for inspiration! (unless they could find inspiration elsewhere in the meantime, which probably was not impossible at all!)