It is rare to find a true HERO of the environment. But, there is one.
Melissa Greene tells the amazing story of David Milarch in
the April, 2014 issue of Reader’s Digest.
Thank you, Melissa, and RD for helping spread awareness of Milarch’s
spot-on approach to genuine environment care.
In a world of faux environmentalists, Milarch is the real
thing - a burly man who has lived with trees all his life. The planet wants more trees. Not just any tree, but the majestic redwoods
that shaded the dinosaurs and filled the atmosphere with oxygen (while
absorbing gargantuan amounts of carbon dioxide.) His mission is to clone (graft) as many of
the ancient trees as possible to preserve and propagate the species. More than a plan, it’s a mission.
A recurring theme for many who report a Near Death
Experience, is a fresh sense of purpose – a new perspective. Thus began Milarch’s mission. A couple of years ago he described his NDE
in Guideposts:
Excerpt: COMMANDED
BY ANGELS TO PRESERVE THE EARTH'S CANOPY
By David Milarch
Guideposts
April, 2012
By David Milarch
Guideposts
April, 2012
Suddenly I felt a hard pulse in my chest, like a thud. I
floated from the bed toward the ceiling. I looked down. My body lay in the bed
lifeless. I looked awful, bloated, my skin yellow and gray. Like I’d washed up
on a beach. Is this it? I thought. My time on earth over?
I felt a touch, gentle, yet firm, on my right arm. I turned
to see a beautiful female in a radiant white gown. There was a fragrance,
sweeter than any flower. I breathed it deep into my lungs.
“We know you’re scared,” she said. “But we’re here to help.”
“Who are you?” I said.
“We’re here to help you,” she repeated. To my left there was
another female, nearly identical to the first, holding my other arm. Angels? I
wondered to myself. What could they want from me?
We left the confines of the house and entered a tunnel of
light. The walls were a brilliant white, except for the glow of a thin pink and
blue helix running through it. Then we shot off, like we were on the tip of a
missile. It scared the starch out of me. But it was only for a few seconds.
I stepped out onto a vista. Below me a white, sandy beach
leading to a vast body of water. In the distance a gleaming metropolis, lit by
a prism of light, like a sunrise. I felt a comfort I’d never dreamed possible.
Love. Unconditional love. It seemed to flow all around me,
like waves caressing me. My sadness, my sense of failure left me. I wanted to
stay here forever.
Dozens of light beings, radiant, glowing personages walked
toward me on top of the water. They didn’t have wings. They wore white gowns
but the light, shimmering around each of them, was golden.
In the midst of them was another angel, a towering presence.
He looked to be at least ten feet tall. He was clearly leading the others.
Under a dark blue cape he wore a translucent gown of lighter blue.
I heard a booming sound, like thunder. It was the lead
angel. “You can’t stay. You must go back.”
“But...” I started.
“You have work to do,” he said. Work? What kind of work? I
didn’t want to leave. But before I could get another word out I was back
hurtling through the white tunnel with the first two angels to my bedroom. I
lowered back into my body, and then they were gone.
But what was the work I was supposed to do? “Wait! Wait!” I
shouted, suddenly sitting upright.
Milarch’s work became obvious – nurse existing giants and
propagate them by cloning. And so he
did. Now the prospect of cloning from
the giant stumps of long harvested trees seems dim. But, driven by his angelic moment, the
Champion Tree Project took root, so to speak.
Milarch champions all old-growth species – he’s cloned George Washington’s
ash, hemlock and mulberry. In the late
1960’s Greece presented the United States with a sapling removed from a tree
thought to be one that Hippocrates taught under. Alas, the sapling died. But Milarch and associates managed to clone
the ancient sycamore. Appropriately,
reports Greene, one of the Hippocratic sycamores will be planted at the NIH in
Bethesda on Arbor Day.
David Milarch – Hero of the Environment.
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