Traveling today to A-PLACE-WHERE-I-CAN-FEEL-THE-WIND. Upon my face and bare arms (as I roll up my sleeves), is a breeze like no other, it is a wind that is blowing off the water's surface of the lake and is so thrilling and exciting to me.
I can feel this cool wind on my skin and hear its whistling as it moves great trees into a state of dancing, the leaves rattling and falling with the force of this wind, moving all around me, nodding up and down, yes and no, the great trees speak to me. They are "The Trees of Life," Ha'etz Hayyim.
The trees tell me in their gracefulness that good and evil abounds everywhere and we all need to take shelter with a tree putting in firm roots so the wind of good and evil does not knock us down. The trees' leaves filter off the rain that inevitably will fall upon our heads as we seek to hide from its disturbance; but to no avail--wetness is all around and we must wait till it dries off.
The wind has come to me in great gasps, moving around all things in its way, whipping me around in its tornado; but I have fallen on a soft area of grass, and will go into a deep sleep in this plush natural bed. Like Dorothy in The Land of Oz, I am now riding horses of a different color and sleeping in a field of red poppies.
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