Growing a Green Thumb

I received the call at 9:00 in the morning on a Saturday. I normally try to take the weekends off. I also normally fail in this effort, because of one thing or another, that can be addressed elsewhere though.

“Dale, come quick, Molly is sick!” I had no clue who Molly was, but when you get an emergency call, sometimes little things like understanding what is going on take second seat to action.

I rushed over to Hanna’s house as quickly as the law, and a little bending of space-time would allow. When I got there I half expected to see an ambulance waiting by the front door. It would not have been the first time my healing skills had been called on in a pinch.

Instead I was met by Hanna. “Come quick, she’s in here! I don’t know what to do!”

Inside, as I looked past her, laying on a table by the window was Molly. A fine potted plant. Actually she looked a little wilted and had a tinge of brown around a few leaves. As I moved in for a closer look I could see this was one unhappy plant! Not fine at all!

No, really. I mean the plant was sad, unhappy, depressed. Wilted.

“Your cats been bothering Molly hasn’t she?” I asked. “Your plants not damaged, its …Annoyed!”

She admitted that Dolly, her cat, had been seen on the table a lot lately. A few minutes later, after talking to the cat, who agreed to stay away from the plant with only a small bribe, an extra saucer of cream every now and then, the cause of the problem was fixed.

“Now for a bit of work on Molly and we will be all set.” I centered myself more completely and went into a deep state of concentration and conceptual thought. Working with plants is one of the simplest and most rewarding of all the basic psychic skills. Once you ask a plant to grow and describe to it what you wish, the plant will take it from there and grow.
Around two weeks later I got a call from Hanna. “What did you do to my plant?”
I noticed that she seemed pleased and promised to be over later to look at it. When I arrived she took me straight to Molly.
The plant that had been, if not on deaths door, closer than she should have been, had changed a bit. In to weeks she had more than tripled her size and foliage. Where she had one flower before, she now had dozens. In fact she had more than her kind of plant normally does. By several times!
Hanna then confided in me that while she loved plants, they had an unfortunate tendency to die on her after a few weeks to a month or so. She sighed and gave me a forlorn look. “I would give anything to have a green thumb.”
I told her to grow one.
Before anyone thinks that being a jerk is a hobby of mine, let me explain! Hanna was a long time meditator and practiced at several psychic techniques and basic skill sets. It was well within her ability to do what I had done with Molly. In fact with practice and dedication she could likely be even better at it than I was.
“Where to start though? It seems so complex.” This comment from her seemed strange to me. She had more than the skills needed to do this. Plants practically crave human attention for some reason! What she needed was a quick rundown of the steps involved, then she would see that this was literally something that everyone could be good at.
“You already know how to meditate, and your remember how to think conceptually, right?” I asked her, more to prompt her thoughts into action rather than question her ability. “If you want a plant to grow, and can hold the concept clearly, it will. In fact you can even change many genetic traits of a plant if you take enough time and reinforce the field daily.”
“Right, it feels like when I am in meditation and thinking, but my mind is empty at the same time. No words cluttering things up.” She looked me dead in the eye and without blinking said “Pictures still creep in to my mind though. That means that I can’t do anything psychically right. Not psychokinetically anyway.”
That was not the case as all I assured her. A few pictures creeping in to her mind as she worked was not going to keep her from being successful. Especially with plants.
“Here lets go over the steps.” I made a big show of sitting down as if we would be there for a while.

*Relax and go into a meditative state. Let your mind clear and go as deeply as possible.
*Feel the makeup of the plant in your mind. Don’t force it or judge it yet, just let the information come.
*To direct the plant in how you want it to grow, just hold the idea, as clearly as possible, in your mind. Picture it if it helps to hold the concept for you.

“That’s all it is. Plants aren’t that complex really, and they don’t demand a lot of hard work to modify them. Just a bit of love and patients.”

She gave me a wide eyed look “Plants have feelings?”
Now I had to explain that while they are reactive to their environment they don’t have emotions like we do of course. They don’t need to. It is sometimes just simpler to say, your plant is scared, than to describe the fairly involved reactions that the plant is going through.
Then we had a conversation about making genetic changes in plants.
I indicated that this was not only easy but fun too. All she had to do to effect these changes was to hold the concept of what she wanted just like we had talked about. Even if she wanted to do things like change the color of the flowers or shape of the leaves.

Several years later and Molly the plant is still hale and hardy, even several years past her prime and by the look of Hanna’s garden each year, I would say she managed to grow that green thumb.