This Link to a robot that could be powered by plants could really be the future. I read that scientist are able to gather electricity from trees, and the soil below.. This could be the source of a whole crazy evolutionary leap... For better or worse.. It seems to be the future.. or part of it:
http://www.tuvie.com/plant-o-bot-gets-energy-from-the-plants-on-its-body-distinguishing-the-necessity-of-a-green-environment/
Prompting me to discuss this is also the fact that I had a vision recently... A vision is a momentary state where one is witness to the visual image of something or someone, messages carried on a unique voice or method, and/or a more subtle intuitive perception. I knew it was only witnessed in my head, but I was resting cheek to cheek with a beautiful creature, "she" was made of leafs, the way a head of lettuce, at once is foliage, and form... Yet, these were the verdant and waxy dark green of hibiscus... The planes of her cheek, upon which my face nuzzled were soft, and springy, a kind of sun warmed life in its touch.
I stared into her eyes, the most delicate flowers ever imagined. Held in a chalice of lashes which glistened while they trembled. The iris glassy, like a trapped raindrop was suspended in the mouth of the most tiny purple/greed daisy. The irridescance of a feather, that blinked and stared, intelligently and full of passion, back at me.
This image/experience shocked me to my core.
I heard a soft wind carried voice. "we are preparing a messenger, to speak eye to eye with you (Humans)"
Prompting me to discuss this is also the fact that I had a vision recently... A vision is a momentary state where one is witness to the visual image of something or someone, messages carried on a unique voice or method, and/or a more subtle intuitive perception. I knew it was only witnessed in my head, but I was resting cheek to cheek with a beautiful creature, "she" was made of leafs, the way a head of lettuce, at once is foliage, and form... Yet, these were the verdant and waxy dark green of hibiscus... The planes of her cheek, upon which my face nuzzled were soft, and springy, a kind of sun warmed life in its touch.
I stared into her eyes, the most delicate flowers ever imagined. Held in a chalice of lashes which glistened while they trembled. The iris glassy, like a trapped raindrop was suspended in the mouth of the most tiny purple/greed daisy. The irridescance of a feather, that blinked and stared, intelligently and full of passion, back at me.
This image/experience shocked me to my core.
I heard a soft wind carried voice. "we are preparing a messenger, to speak eye to eye with you (Humans)"
I found this on Tribe.net, I am going to have to find the artist. I do know that when I saw this image I was reminded of my vision.
in Charleston
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