Just because they don’t scream or laugh in a way that our physical ears can hear doesn’t mean that plants don’t have consciousness. It is man in his arrogance that validates all other beings by his limited perception of them.
There is a symbiotic relationship between beta fish and bamboo. My bamboo was dying. It was a gift from someone who wanted to get rid of it. It was accepted halfheartedly. It was a few bamboo stalks tied together in a crisscross pattern. It just existed in this pattern for many months.
One day I gave it some attention and snapped off all the wires that were holding it in place. I imagined each stalk as a person that was being unshackled from another person. It made the process of freeing them more poignant. I cleaned out it’s rotted roots and I placed it in a bowl of water and felt the freedom and relief in the group of them.
But still they continued to wilt. I got the nudge to add a beta fish to their bowl. I bought a bright red beta who seemed very pleased with his new home. In my research of beta, it said that it was a fallacy that they and bamboo gave each other a nutrient that the other needed. But seeing them together I knew that there was a benefit to them being together. The symbiotic nutrient is Love and companionship. In a short time the bamboo was rejuvenated.
I had already learned that plant’s feel emotions from an experience with my only other plant Francis. I spend hours taking pictures of my dog and cats. One day I decided that I should send a photo of Francis to the woman who gave him to me. He has grown very large very quickly. As I took the photo of him, I got the very distinct impression of pride. Francis was experiencing me taking the photos and felt pride that he was being included. It was a sacred moment that changed me and my relationship with all living things.
I was telling a friend on the phone about my new beta fish named Roscoe and his bowl mate the bamboo. She asked me what the bamboo’s name was? I hadn’t thought of it but at that moment the vision of a famous panda popped in my head and I said that it’s name was Ling Ling. My friend started to gasp in amazement because that was the name that just popped into her head too. Did Ling Ling the Bamboo tell us both it’s name at the same time?
I Think Francis and Ling Ling know I am writing about them. They are pleased but understand that we aren’t going to change world views. We know the ramifications would be too unbearable for the human mind as we hear a wood chipper outside.