During the last angel workshop I discover that nearby a beautiful wood has been cut down, according to some landscape plan. Overseeing the dying wood I decide together with the temple, to pay some homage to the fallen trees. I spread flowers, I sprinkle consecrated water from the temple over the fallen trees. The atmosphere becomes silent, even the birds stop their singing.
 

Suddenly the weather changes. The clouds break open and the sun appears. The entire landscape bathes in a golden light, it’s shining light causes an almost supernatural glow over the landscape of fallen trees. The land is embedded in a dynamic golden glow.
 

I walk to the temple, because it is time to prepare for the next ritual: the final piece of a beautiful workshop. I open the ritual and on the altar appears a shining rainbow. The work with the archangels of an entire weekend comes together on the altar. The Sigils of the angels appear one by one, and the pattern of the Tree of Life develops.
 

The great Tree of Life erects itself: symbol for the cycles of birth, life and death. It symbolizes the growth of all plants, all animals, all humans right through the times, through aeons of evolution, from the far past to the far future.
 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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