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Take a second look...

A few weeks ago, I posted a few pictures from a day trip to Santa Barbara. Here is one of them again, but with highlights. Take a look at the center of the picture and you'll see inside the red box, the shining beautiful face of a woman. Now, every garden - especially when they are grand and well maintained, has a queen who rules the Plant Angels. Remember Alice in Wonderland? When Alice was singing with the flowers. The Queen was a white rose. You'll also see in that picture all manner of lesser faces. These plant angels or devas, are the animating and coordinating spirits which guide, rule, and help the garden be the best it can be. In this case, she's looking up at the Sun. You'll find these Queens doing that at sunrise, noon, and sunset. Their gaze turns toward the Father of Life in our system. Every strata of life has its angelic representative, whether it be mineral, plant, animal, and human. These queens translate the divine intention of the life force inherent in plants, work subconsciously with the gardener by sensing his or her design intentions, and communicate needs to bees, gardeners, etc. All part of the great way the whole thing was designed to function.

On the far right, you'll see a man dressed in dark brown clothes of the early 18th century, wearing a hat. Now, when I took that picture, there was no one directly in the gardens, save for some children playing. Mainly the few people that were there, were outside the rose areas, sitting, hanging about, whatever. Long before these gardens were planted decades ago, this whole area was sans houses or anything. It was all part of the church property. And if you go inside the church mueseum, as I did, you'll see the old early drawings and tin-types of the church priests and workers, usually indians. Their dress was exactly like our "ghost" friend who was captured in this shot. So you decide: is it a ghost? Is it an etheric imprint of the past etched upon the fabric of the area? Or did someone who dressed exactly like a priest from the early 18th century happen upon the scene just as I took the picture? And btw, everyone there that day was dressed in brightly colored clothes and shorts and the like, as you would expect on a hot spring day in SB...

Enjoy.



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