Binah

The tree, standing tall with a crown of branches, covered by leaves, presented a stately, almost gracefully feminine beauty, like a naked queen.

As I gazed at the tree in admiration,a cloud began to form around the tree’s crown. A message reached me-or was it my mind telling me?- that I was about to enter into a realm of understandingthat went beyond anything I had ever encountered.

I walked away.

My friend who was walking ahead of me was not aware of what had transpired. It had taken only a moment.

Did a part of me cut me off from the vision, thinking I was not ready?




“Archangel Sandalphon art thou in the Creative World; thy feet are firmly on the floor of our far flying cosmic chariot”-Anon.