The Rune Yggdrasil and the Tom Tom Tree

I read runes in twigs on the ground or in natural formations. It’s a very accurate method of divination. Instead of seeking the messages, I let them find me.

Yesterday I saw a twig shaped like yggdrasil and considered a message about the Tree of Life was on the way.

The Tree of Life

 There’s a tree I pass by sometimes that’s decorated as a memorial with shiny tinsel and silk flowers. And on the rocks under the tree,

  “Tom”, “Tom”, “Tom”, “Tom”is painted on four different rocks.

I never knew why the tree was decorated exactly. I just knew something bad had happened there and that that person was obviously very loved. 

So whenever I go by the “Tom, Tom Tree”, as I’ve named it, I always say, “Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom,” just say hello, like a magic spell to greet a ghost friend.

I noticed a man at the Tom Tom Tree as I came down the sidewalk. The man was going over “Tom”on one of the rocks with a Sharpie.

So I asked the man, “Oh, so you know Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom?” 

The man half of laughed, and we started talking about this guy, Tom.

Ironically, Tom’s Heavenly Bornday was the next day. On July 23, 1993  Tom was gunned down on the sidewalk under the Tom Tom Tree in a robbery. 

“Well, you can Google all of that,” Tom’s friend said. 

Then the Tom’s friend told me about how Tom was in life. 

Tom was the owner of a shop with the best leather in town. You could get everything from a nice leather jacket to a real punk rock jacket, according to Tom’s friend. Tom’s friend said Tom really brought the community together, and he even had a hand in helping organize Pride parades. 

Tom seemed really cool. He was so deay loved by his community that the mayor of Denver had the Tom Tom Tree planted as a memorial to Tom 30 years ago. The most amazing thing was Tom’s friend never had never met Tom, but he considered him a friend because of his neighbor’s role in the community.

Then Tom’s friend started crying.  “It was so nice that someone stopped to ask him me about Tom,” Tom’s friend said. “So many people walked by and didn’t stop. You were the only one who stopped.” 

Then Tom’s friend told me candidly that’s he’s scared about the state of our country. 

Sometimes, I’m a conduit for messages. I know one of my tasks on earth is to be a messenger when called to do so. It’s like someone’s guardian angel or ancestor or a ghost whispers in my ear a message and then the next words are not mine.

The words I spoken were, 

Don’t worry. It’s all going to be okay. We need to stick together. We’re stronger together.

I feel a little dazed and said bye. I grounded on the way home, letting the inspiration sink in. 

I like to think the message was from Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom. 

Anyway, at least I know what happened to the Tom Tom Tree.