My Vision

Chapters:

11. The House of Healing

12. Bubba, Archangel Metatron

13. Olly, One of the Seven Sisters of the Pleiades

14. Thaddeus, The Wizard

15. Malachai, Betelgeuse

16. Leonardo, The Wizkid

17. Fizzy, Guardian of the Magical Kingdom

18. Archangel Daniel – Universal Love and Joy

Chapter 11. The House of Healing 

The grounds of the Mental Health Institute were vast, with a sprawling park at the back. Though it was a place meant for rest and recovery, just like a normal hospital, Leora could feel the invisible barriers or even an invisible wall around it, keeping the patients in, unable to move outside the entry. The site was freely accessible and had no gates, nor locks, and with the old trees and the green environment of the park, it felt like a safe space as well, at least to keep her hidden from the noise and pressures of the ‘normal’ world.

It was a place of loneliness and struggle for her, as she realizes these grounds were a gathering place for souls who had been fractured, merely remembering their own light or strength within. She feels barely alive, barely capable of walking, due to the sedation of heavy medicine, and the depression she feels herself trapped in. She usually walks around in circles through the park, like the other patients, a lost soul, not being able to escape from the invisible force that seems to hold them there.

The place was called ‘Light and Power’, after a passage from the bible, saying: ‘For whom shall I fear, for thy – the Lord- art my Light and my Power.’ It was meant to uplift and reinforce the patients, but it didn’t reassure Leora. Strangely enough, she felt herself left on a battlefield between the forces of Light and Darkness, where she could almost see these forces clashing above the field of the Institute. Maybe it was because of ‘the dark days before Christmas’, when the days were getting short of sunlight and the days were cold and gray, Leora felt as if there was little light to be found in the place, let alone any strength to keep her going. She was glad there were enough benches in the park she could rest on, smoking a hand rolled cigarette and listening to the birds. Suddenly, a pigeon appeared above her, in one of the old oaks. “Roo-koo, roo-koo”, the pigeon said, as if to gently wake her up, from staring aimlessly to the ground. When she looks up, he continues cheerfully, tripping up and down the branches, as if he takes comfort in finding another living being. “Hello, you!”, Leora says in a whisper, trying not to disturb him, “That’s so nice of you, to spend a little time with me”. The pigeon seemed to be reassured, minding his own business by sorting out his feathers with his little beak. 

As Leora looks around, she sees a big figure of a man approaching her and as he moves closer, he looks like a gentle giant with a pair of headphones around his neck and a paper bag of candy in his hand. Without a word, he offers her a piece of candy, nudging the bag toward her with a grin. “Take some, kid. Keeps the spirit sweet. Gotta keep that cosmic sugar level up, right?” Leora can’t help but smile: “Are you serious?”, gratefully picking out a piece of licorice.  

“Nah, he answers, “I’m not a serious person, and I don’t like serious people, either!”  He had a warm, childlike smile and a laugh that felt like sunshine breaking through the clouds. Leora finds herself smiling again, chewing her licorice, feeling a strange but comforting warmth. In his presence, she feels something greater—like he’s more than just another patient, but a beacon, a light that calls her to remember who she is. “You remind me of a neighborhood friend,” she says, “we used to play together with Olly, in the gardenhouse all summer”.

“Olly …Leora?”, he says, “Leora, is that really you?  Recognizing each other, Bubba sits next to her on the bench, while he takes her hand, holding it gently in his own big hand. “Can you predict my future?” Leora asks, turning her hand, so he can look in the inside of her hand.  Bubba starts smiling, then he turns her hand again, still gently placing his big hand on top: “We don’t read the lines”, he said, “See, the knuckles at the back of your hand are like mountains and the veins are like rivers flowing through the valleys”. Leora is captured by his breathtaking vision, while Bubba continues: “You know, I spent a long time looking for you, since you moved away from the neighborhood.  I have never found a light as bright as yours. We’re family, bound by the stars, by the universe and by the light that connects us all.”

Chapter 12. Bubba, Archangel Metatron

They were both staring at the old trees on the premises. Leora couldn’t help herself asking: “What are you doing here Bubba, what happened?” Bubba’s leaning closer: “I found you here, my old friend, which means I am on the right path. And together, we’re gonna find the others!” “The others?” Leora thought to herself: “what did he mean?” But Bubba decides to offer her his headphones, the music still playing through them, as if he hands a pulse of life and energy. She places them over her ears, and immediately, she’s enveloped in a wave of uplifting sound—a beat that feels like it’s synced to her heartbeat, a melody that lifts her spirit. She closes her eyes, feeling as though she’s been transported to another world, a place where joy is boundless and laughter eternal. Bubba takes his headphones off and gently gives them to Leora: “Take these, these are yours to keep! They’re really good, you know, Sennheiser’s! Whenever the world gets a bit too loud, or too quiet, just put them on. They’ll help you stay true to yourself, even when everyone else is not”.

On another misty afternoon, Leora ran into Bubba in the city and they were walking back to the nuthouse together. It was freezing cold and nearly dark. The street lamps made the snowy streets glitter and they had to walk very carefully, as if they were walking on thin ice. Leora feels safe with Bubba walking next to her as her emotional anchor. He’s lifting her up with his radiating joy, his laugh booming across the icy expanse of the starry night.

Everytime Leora looks up at the night sky, she sees the Northern Star, Polaris, as the brightest star in the sky and the first to appear. The same star her father had pointed her out as the guiding light in the night, to find the North, if she was ever lost in the dark. The same star as Bubba has called Sirius, binding the constellation of ‘the little dog’, or Ursa Minor, together with ‘the big dog’, or Ursa Major.  These were the two dogs at the feet of The Hunter, Orion, the Star Constellation they called Sagittarius. Leora could barely walk, but she is moving alongside Bubba without complaining. As they were walking closer to the Asylum, Bubba kept on talking and laughing, it was as if he was melting invisible obstacles, just by his radiant presence. 

In a sudden flashback she sees themselves walking on an endless frozen sea, instead of walking through the streets. Bubba is still strutting along the icy path, headphones on, totally into it, listening to his own soundtrack for the moment. Meanwhile, Leora tries not to giggle, glancing at Bubba who can be so undisturbed. It feels to her as if they had walked this sea before, in a former life. The memory suddenly hits her, when she realizes they were scientists fleeting from Siberia. As fast as this image disappears, she has to collect all her willpower making it to the end of the road, carefully placing each foot on the slippery ice. It felt as if they were entering another dimension, where she had to remember this unbelievable scene, in order to find their way to the magical kingdom once more, even though this place didn’t seem to exist anymore, if only in their imagination. 

Bubba seems to understand her, without saying a word. He gives her another cassette tape, she can put in her walkman. “Leora, you’ve been out of the loop too long. Let me introduce you to the sound of real energy.” He hits play, and the hard beats are exploding in her ears. Leora jolts, her eyes widening as the bassline pulses through her. “This is what you missed while you were stuck in that hospital,” Bubba says. “We called ourselves Ravers, a long time ago. Their music and parties weren’t just about crazy lights and wild beats—they were about freedom. About losing yourself and finding yourself again. Just like you’re doing now.” Leora listens, her foot tapping instinctively, her heart syncing to the rhythm. She feels a spark of joy she hasn’t been experiencing in years. 

Bubba is looking down at her, pulling her into the music’s embrace, giving her a way to reconnect with life. “Remember Leora”, he says, “you always need a soundtrack, let this be yours. It makes the journey so much easier and your steps will become so much lighter to take. This way, you can dance through life, instead of marching. You don’t have to worry about taking steps, when you are dancing in the streets”. 

They finally arrive at the Magical Kingdom, only to find it in ruins, its once-vibrant beauty reduced to ashes. Most of the mythical creatures and inhabitants have fled, hidden in places beyond the reach of the dark forces. The landscape is bleak, but Bubba encourages her to keep on walking, reminding her to look at the stars above to find her way home. As they both go their separate ways, a falling star falls into the night sky. Leora thinks of Olly saying the stars were hanging on silver threads, while remembering Bubba’s words of finding ‘the others’. She is starting to believe they have met to collect these fallen stars. In a whisper Leora is wishing on this single star, that one day they would all be connected again on this chain of lost beads, to this eternal chain of the one big soul family they once were, if they could only find the other fallen stars. 

Chapter 13. Olly, one of the Seven Sisters of the Pleiades

After reaching the shore of the frozen sea, they had to walk for what seems to be hours, through the forest that lies behind the terrain of the Mental Institute. With the headphones still on, Leora discovers that joy is a power all on its own. Each time she tunes into her own inner beat, her spirit lifts. Bubba had shown her that joy, humor, and music are as necessary as breathing, or as essential as their daily bread. A force that defies hardship and keeps her steady, even when the voices of others threaten to drown her out. The air is heavy, as if the forest itself remembers every shadow that has passed through it, until they stumble upon a hidden monastery, somehow only Bubba knew about. 

The old building had grey stones and a huge iron entrance door, which was closed. There were four towers on each corner and in the middle was another secret garden, filled with herbs and old statues, benches and thrown away treasures hidden in the long grass. Bubba is suddenly holding out a key and opens the lock of the iron gate, saying: “Welcome to the Magical Kingdom Leora! It’s always been written in the stars—you’re one of us.”  Leora is completely startled by the idea that they had finally found a safe haven, where they could rest and play or sing and dance, write and read books, now they had found the entrance of their secret garden, their Magical Kingdom once more. She is looking at Bubba in awe, hardly believing it is all real. “Is this where we will meet the others, Bubba?”, she hardly dares to ask. “Sure”, Bubba says, “you wouldn’t believe who lives in one of these towers”. 

He’s pointing to one of the towers and Leora follows him, without saying a word, not wanting to spoil the surprise herself. When Bubba opens up another door, a spiral staircase invites them to go upstairs. They had to climb all the way up, passing other doors, where she could hear music playing and other people talking, until Bubba rings a little bell at another door. A friendly looking woman opens the door, laughing at Bubba and immediately she’s inviting them in. She tells them to sit around a small round table that is filled with all kinds of little bits and pieces. Only when they have been served some coffee and biscuits, Bubba explains the Lady is their long lost friend Olly, they used to play with in the secret garden when they were neighborhood friends. After some more reuniting and some more drinks, Leora realizes she’s home at last. 

It feels as if Olly is her soul sister, a balancing force of grace and wisdom. Compared to the foolishness and intense energy of Leora, Olly is the only one who seems to be able to fill Leora’s heart with kindness and calm, as in the days when they were playing in the little wooden house, when they were growing up together. Olly’s presence is calm and gentle, her energy is like a balm to Leora’s soul. Her power is the kind of healing that brings warmth, knowing that everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be. Olly’s presence fills her with peace, helping her realize that love itself is a form of strength, one that needs no defense or shield. Together, they are the reminder, the anchor, that compassion and love are the highest forms of energy.

Olly offers comfort in times when Leora feels alone, reminding her that the universe carries her through every hardship, reminding her that the stars are always there, even when they are not together. Olly’s words are like a gentle embrace, filled with the warmth of a mother’s love, and her touch imparts a courage that steadies Leora’s spirit. “There is a love that endures beyond all else,” Olly tells her. “You carry it within you, it’s a light that will guide and protect you.” 

Olly’s presence strengthens Leora, reminding her of her own boundless strength and resilience as she moves forward. Since Olly was writing books as a child of wonders, she was a storyteller in her own unique language, using words and fairytales like it was a secret code that only she and a few others could understand. She could weave her own reality with her made-up words that transcend the ordinary and yet they were only giving that little bit of stardust, to bring the magic back into their lives.

Olly tells her she even remembers being one of the monkeys they had sent into space. As someone who had traveled far, both in spirit and imagination, believing she’s lived through cosmic adventures that others can’t even begin to fathom. It is Olly’s faith in the miraculous restoration of the Kingdom, that makes her a living symbol of hope and resilience, someone who inspires those around her to believe in a future filled with light, as someone who holds on to life’s wonders and magic against all odds. This childlike, self-invented way of writing and storytelling was a reflection of her own belief in a world beyond the visible, Leora was now convinced off, that one day it would all be restored. As if Olly could read her mind as well as Bubba did, Olly looked at her intensively: “One little spark should be enough, Leora”, while she gave her a fire from her gas lighter, to light up another cigarette.

Chapter 14. Thaddeus, the Wizard

On another day she meets Thaddeus, walking along the long and winding road on the premises. Thaddeus holds a modern staff, with flickering lights, he seemed to have made himself. Somehow there are CD disks made around the aluminium staff, spinning slowly and humming faintly, without any visible energy source. As Leora is wondering how he could ever have created such a magical tool, he patiently explains: “This isn’t just a gadget. It’s a reminder of what we can create from nothing. It’s not about the tools—it’s the vision that counts. I didn’t make this just for the show, but I like to bring light and magical wonder, wherever I go”. 

Thaddeus invites her to his room, where in every house on the Institute, there are four bedrooms and downstairs is the living room. These rooms are extremely small, but Thaddeus managed to build a bunker bed on one side, where he had placed his two computers underneath the bed. A red velvet armchair was clearly only for him to sit on, like it was a throne and when you looked up, there were more lights underneath the bed, as if you could look at the stars. 

Thaddeus chuckles from across the room. “You know, I was there at the start of it all,” he says. “Back when I was a juvenile problem child , the court didn’t know what to do with me, so they gave me a computer. They thought it would keep me out of trouble.” Thaddeus leans back, gesturing dramatically: “but I turned out to be the kid who hacked the lights on the fairground rides, in order to sync the whole machine with my tracks.”  

“It was way back, when Dutch House Music rose from ‘The Underground’, but to me it wasn’t just music. It was…Alchemy. Music, lights, machines—they all worked together to make Magic happen. And even when I got off track —” he gestures to the tiny room around him —  “I never stopped building. Never stopped dreaming.” To Leora, Thaddeus’ tools are symbolizing the timeless act of bringing light into a dark world in an ever repeating mechanism: bringing out the wonders of light by mixing electricity, music and energy. The staff could be his way of bridging ancient wisdom with modern technology, aligning with his inventive genius and Tesla-like energy. Thaddeus leans closer: “It doesn’t matter where you start, Leora. It matters what you do with it. If I can make magic in a one-square-meter room with broken lamps and car wheels, imagine what you can do with those beautiful stars, you just cut out paper!” 

Leora is feeling confused. Compared to his creativity she feels like a little girl, yet he seemed to honestly appreciate it and the first one who ever complimented her over something so simple. Thaddeus grinned, nodding encouragingly. “That’s okay! Most people don’t understand. But here’s the exciting part—it’s not just technology or energy, not just a simple light bulb to begin with. It’s the combination of creativity and music that brings the magic out! Music is  like a bridge between the world we see and the world we don’t see. Music holds the energy that flows through everything, like wavelengths in all different colours. Music is the one key to connect us to one another and to brighten up the atmosphere. 

Leora sees him as a rebellion who’s reclaiming his own creative intelligence, while being locked down in the hospital. His backstory reflects resilience and creativity in the face of adversity, showing that magic can come from even the most broken places.  “I came into this world hoping to bring light, but all I see is shadow. It’s not the world that’s broken—it’s how we see it. People might be waiting for someone to save them, maybe even expecting a miracle that can turn everything around, but what they really need to see is the light in themselves. That’s the real revelation.” 

Chapter 15. Malachai  – Betelgeuse 

Another day, when Leora is visiting Thaddeus, she meets Malachai, an old friend of Thaddeus, sitting in one of the large chairs, while Thaddeus is taking a nap on the bunk bed. In a charming and vivid way Malachai tells her that he and Thaddeus have been friends since childhood, both feeling the weight of modern times, trying to combine their understanding of ancient mythology and beliefs with their lives on the streets, which made them streetwise. Where Thaddeus focused on using light to illuminate truths, Malachai uses his wit and insight to challenge misconceptions. 

Malachai feels like a long-lost brother who holds ancient knowledge wrapped in playful wit. There’s a bond between them from the start, like twin stars in the same constellation, each one amplifying the other’s light. His insight is razor-sharp, and his energy feels like a mirror to her own. Leora finds him someone who helps her to see herself clearly, unafraid to show her both the light of life as well as the shadows. “Don’t worry, Sis, together we’ll make the night sky brighter than ever. Just remember, stars can only shine because of the darkness of the night. Lucky for you, we’re here to keep you shining.” 

It reminded Leora of “‘the Book of Shadows”, where one can write down their own unexplored shadow side or grey area of unconsciousness, therefore bringing it into the ‘light’ or consciousness. Malachai explains: “When you explore your shadow sides, like the moon is shining in the dark – it may seem as an area where the shadows lurk or like feelings and experiences you hold under water, suppressing them, afraid of the emotions that will come with it. It’s like when you don’t dare to look under the bed, afraid of monsters or what else you may find, but only when you dare to walk outside in the night and face your own fears, you’ll see there are a million stars shining there, just for you!”. Leora walks to the window, looking outside, but in the clouded night sky there’s no shining star to be found. 

“To fight the darkness, you don’t need to banish it—you need to understand it, Malachai patiently explains, feeling her disappointment: “Although we feel like fallen stars, falling from grace, like we were kicked out of Heaven, we’re all here! We are just a little shattered, trying to remember where we belong. Some would say we are lost souls, beyond saving, but I would say we may be fallen stars, but have you ever heard of rising stars?”                                               

“Are you a fallen star too, Malachai?” “Fallen, found—who’s keeping track? Who can even say that these are stars, maybe they are just satellites?” His words hint at deception, at truths mingled with half-lies. A warning that not all wisdom is pure, that even well-intentioned guidance can be misleading, as things are not always what they look like. He speaks of paths that seem right, but ultimately lead astray, cautioning Leora to listen to her own heart, rather than to follow blindly. He is a reminder that light and shadow coexist, just like man and woman, black and white or hot and cold. Naturally these two sides cannot be strictly divided, nor should they be labeled as either being good or bad”. Leora was blown away by his profound insight: “So one doesn’t have to choose between left or right, nor good or bad? she asks him, thinking that there are always more than two possibilities, while suddenly a thousand possibilities are running through her mind, making it impossible to choose anything. Malachai is laughing out loud, seeing her confusion. “Sure you will have to choose, every time over everything, every day one has to make so many choices, but when it comes to big choices leading to either feeling right or wrong, just Thank the Lord He gave us all a free will, a free will to choose, knowing we will always choose goodness over badness”. 

“Then what about if I choose wrongly or when someone else treats me badly?” Leora uttered. Malachai smiles faintly: “You must know that instinctively, unconsciously you will always choose the right thing, because that’s what’s in people’s nature. You don’t have to think long about it, you do not even have to think about it at all. You do not need to question yourself, nor doubt yourself, because you will choose the best way for that moment. Maybe later you will regret your choice, but it brought you just another lesson, to learn from your mistakes. That’s why you should forgive others for doing wrong, for they do not know any better and they still have to learn.”

Chapter 15. Leonardo, the Wizkid 

Leora was sitting in the waiting room, where all the patients would meet to get some coffee in the morning. Leora always felt more at ease around other ‘patients’, being able to be herself, instead of having to adapt to the narrow minded society outside the premise. It was a large waiting room where you could get free coffee during the day, nicely decorated in bright colours, with easy chairs and even a couch. Another friend walked in, taking coffee from the machine, taking place at the large red-orange couch. They drank their coffee without saying a word and after a while, Eddy put his feet up and stretched himself, making himself comfortable lying on the couch. One of the shrinks came in, to call somebody for a meeting, who wasn’t there. He then immediately started to address Eddy: ‘What you’re doing here, lying at the coach for?! Don’t you know the couch isn’t supposed to be used as a bed?! “Come on, sit up!”. While Eddy couldn’t be bothered and didn’t even move a muscle, not even opened his eyes, another patient walked in. Unlike Eddy, who was two feet tall and well known as one of the older guys, this was a young kid in his twenties, they hadn’t seen before, walking in with a grin on his face, like he owned the place. “You were calling for me?” he asked in a friendly, yet serious way. Eddy moved himself to sitting back up and at the same time the psychiatrist didn’ t know where to look, moving his eyes between Eddy, Leora and the other patients, suddenly aware of Leora’s presence when he looked her in the eyes. He looked at the new patient, clearly relieved he did show up for the appointment. “Aah, Leonardo!”, he said, suddenly cheerful: “Let me get some coffee, and I’ll be with you in a minute.”

While the shrink was wandering around in the open kitchen, Eddy introduced himself to the youngster, where they started talking in a cheerful manner, Leonardo showing his boundless and charismatic energy, telling them he was recently moved to the closed department, from where you had one hour of freedom a day to walk on the premise before you had to come back. The shrink came back, holding his cup of coffee in one hand, somewhat agitated looking for something in his pockets: “You come with me, Leonardo? Did you wanna have some coffee as well? Rather have some thea?”. Not even noticing Leonardo had already taken his own coffee, his phone rang. While asking ‘to be excused, he walked away into one of the long corridors, leaving them there. 

“So, why did they put you away? Eddy asked bluntly. Leonardo started smiling again: “For telling the shrink I was meditating and practising to ‘enlarge my aura’. They both looked at him in amazement, waiting for Leonardo to explain any further, then they started to laugh about it, knowing this energy couldn’t be stopped by closed doors. In a mix of amusement and awe for his defiance, Leora is dazzled by his young age, showing such an old spirit. He strikes her as someone who sees beyond the institution’s restrictions, someone unafraid to embrace his own light, even if others didn’t understand. It was one of those key moments where she starts to see herself as someone who carries that same sort of energy and wisdom that few would recognize, let alone appreciate. 

Leora looks outside, enjoying the view of the clear blue frosty sky, when she suddenly has a flashback of what seems to be her first life on earth.  She sees herself walking up on a little hill, as if she was sent ahead of the tribe, as if to see if there were enemies ahead, maybe just to get a broader view.  Somehow she remembered this wasn’t just a memory. She thought about what Malachai had said about them being ‘fallen stars’ ending up in the same place. She thought about Bubba saying ‘they had to find the others’ and how Eddy seemed to understand that, without saying a word. They seemed to recognize each other, instinctively knowing it wasn’t a coincidence they were meeting at this moment in time. It was a bond that united across realms, both ancient and present. She realized this connection wasn’t bound by physical distance, or even by time. They all seem to have some piece of the puzzle and it was clear they needed to find the answers, that would put the puzzle back up. 

Leonardo starts to explain they were ‘once coming from another planet, probably the moon, as the last survivors of yet another species, who had totally destroyed their planet. “The Moon?” Leora asked, “Are you kidding me?” Leonardo replied with a gleam in his eye. “Once, we were ‘All-knowers and All-do-ers. Magical creators cast away by fear from others, by rulers of yet another planet, who wanted to steal our powers and then destroy us, for gaining more power for themselves”.

As Leonardo kept talking, making jokes about the shrink who seemed to be called away for an emergency. She suddenly sees another vision, taking place in a flash of insight, before it disappears. She sees herself and the others getting into tiny space shuttles, like little oval eggs, shooting away at the speed of light, knowing the whole planet and all the family they left behind, had sacrificed themselves, only to be left with a bare and deserted planet. Leora is trying to imagine themselves as tiny, celestial embryos, like they were ‘star seeds’, zipping through the universe. Eddy guffawed, clapping his hands. “Explains a lot, doesn’t it? The whole cracked-egg situation we got going on down here.”

On another day while walking through the park, Thaddeus and Leonardo appear, walking side by side, like they have known each other for years. Thaddeus, long and fragile looking, has a quick, light step, as if he was always dancing, while Leonardo, dressed in a cashmere long coat, moved with a calm, grounded strength. As they enjoy the fresh air, Leora keeps babbling about all the flowers still blooming in the park, while it was the month of December, when Leonardo spontaneously decided to perform some yoga. Standing in a pose in which the legs are held apart and the arms are stretched outwards, he explains: “I really love the warrior pose—it makes me feel centered and strong”.  With his unbreakable spirit, Leonardo is a grounding presence, a soul of resilience and a reminder of the power to endure, to keep standing despite life’s storms. 

Somehow he holds a depth that speaks of lifetimes and universes beyond human reach. He reveals to Leora that paradise isn’t a distant place or an unreachable ideal, but a harmony and balance within oneself, as it should be in the world—between the divine and the earthly, the past and the future, being a place in the present, wherever you are. It was a sheer balance between your own higher self and lower instincts. Leonardo just shrugged, a half-smile on his lips. “Maybe that’s why we’re all a little ‘cracked’, but that’s okay. Maybe that’s just what makes us fit for this planet—each of us is a survivor from a world that sacrificed itself, shaped by our journey, looking for home.”

Leonard’s gaze drifts to the sky, the moon hanging there like an ancient memory, silent and sacred. His voice softens, but the depth of his conviction shines through. “I couldn’t bear the idea that this planet too, might be facing the same fate. Can you imagine?” he pauses, a shadow passing over his face. “We came from the moon, survivors from a world that sacrificed itself completely… and now, after all we’ve done here on Earth, to think that we would just end up back there, returning to the dust of a barren world? It’s like everything we’ve ever built, everything we’ve become, we ever dreamt off, would all be for nothing.”

Leonardo’s voice takes on a somber tone, as if recounting a tale buried in the very marrow of his bones. His expression turns pained, the memory raw. “We were a people of knowledge, of wisdom and creation, but we weren’t ready for them. They came like shadows, taking and taking, until our world was nothing but dust and silence. We tried to fight… but eventually, survival was all we had left.”

“I’ve been asking myself every day,” he continues: “What if we were the ones who could change things? What if we’re not just refugees from a dead world, but guardians of this planet, we used to call paradise?” Leora and Thaddeus exchange glances, the gravity of their shared mission settling over them. They know now it’s more than just a personal journey or a battle against darkness—it’s a fight to preserve the whole earth in itself and all the fathers and mothers and children who are living on it, to save it from the same fate that befell the moon. A new resolve fills the air, one that stretches beyond survival and into a legacy of protection, healing, and resilience. They are no longer mere wanderers of a world slowly dying, they are the defenders of it.

Chapter 16.  Fizzy, The Guardian of the Magical Kingdom 

With the setting of the Park of the Mental Health Institute as their healing ground, they make themselves a hidden sanctuary, out of the ruins of the Monastery Bubba had found. They all had their unique presence and power, turning this ordinary space into a true House of Healing, a cosmic place where they could rest and recover from their journey so far, to gain strength for the way that laid ahead of them and to transform and empower each other in a beautiful, magical way. Finding each other in a place of healing, is becoming a testament to the light we all carry, even when we feel lost.

Their mission is one that spans not just Earth but multiple worlds and lifetimes and Leonardo’s memory of the moon’s downfall becomes a call to action, transforming their quest into a battle against forces that have ravaged worlds before—and a chance to finally end the cycle of destruction and exploitation. This reflects their purpose on earth, but also gives a broader cosmic meaning to their roles as guardians and healers. It captures the essential truth that everything in the universe is interconnected, and that harm done to one place or any living being ripples outward, affecting the whole. 

The idea that destruction of one planet would inevitably impact other planets and the entire universe, recognizes that Earth, like any other world, isn’t isolated. Their past experiences and the Moon’s devastation have taught them that there’s no escape in merely moving from one place or one world to another. To ‘fight the battle’ and to protect Mother Earth isn’t just about survival from day to day, it’s about preserving a fragile, but precious balance.

Thaddeus had taught Leora to move outside the self repeating circle of the asylum, teaching her that her bike is her one means to freedom, showing her all the roads she can possibly take, being free on her own, yet meeting other people along the way. On a very hot summer day she is enjoying swimming in a natural lake. When she is sitting in the long grass, enjoying the summer breeze on her skin, her attention is drawn to her right side, where no one seems to be there, except a black coloured man, just sitting there, while bending his knees, dressed in a perfectly black suit and shiny shoes, looking all natural and cool. He looked terribly misplaced between the rest of the bathing people, making Leora giggle nervously, knowing instinctively he wouldn’t be there by coincidence.                   The man stands up slowly, walking a few steps toward her. His presence feels familiar, without any threat or a hence of disrespect towards her. With a warm smile, he introduces himself as Fizzy, and without asking for her name or whereabouts he seems to know her,  making Leora all puzzled about his real intentions of meeting her. 

Fizzy is clearing the air, by saying he wanted to meet her, to reassure her that her visions and dreams are for real, since she is not the only one having those dreams, and apparently her visions could be seen by other visionaries as clear as in reality. Leora felt as if he was ‘following’ her for a long time, like she was an influencer, even before there were computers or mobile phones and social media.         He seemed to be following her out of interest, though she didn’t have a single clue of what she could possibly mean to him. 

She couldn’t help but asking why he was talking to her specifically: “I don’t talk to cows”, he simply replied, which made Leora burst into laughter, hiding her deeply felt gratitude, for his trust and respect, even though she didn’t know him, nor nothing of the mysteries that were laying ahead.  Fizzy made her feel there were more people from all over the world like herself and her friends from the nuthouse, dreaming the same dream. “In time”, Fizzy told her, “we will meet again, one very beautiful day. Till then, keep your head up and be calm, be a beacon of hope for others, just by shining your little light and by being present.”

Leora’s power of resilience wasn’t just the ability to endure; it had become an active force within her—a power that grew from her capacity to visualize and manifest her dreams. In moments of solitude, she learned to connect deeply with her intentions, creating images in her mind of the life she wishes to lead, the strength she wishes to embody and the world she hopes to create. She begins to understand that hope isn’t just a passive feeling but a force that can be focused and shaped through her visualization. By envisioning herself overcoming obstacles, healing herself, or bringing peace to those around her, she draws these realities closer, step by step, transforming her dreams into tangible results. This power gives her an ability unlike any other—to transform shadows into light, challenges into opportunities, and despair into possibility. Her visualization becomes her ritual, a quiet practice that fuels her heart and mind, strengthening her for the journey ahead. With this power, Leora becomes a true creator in her own life, a visionary who believes that hope is not a false flag, but when nurtured and protected, it is an unbreakable force. 

Leora’s silent yet steadfast protector, is the embodiment of compassion tempered by wisdom. Although she might never see him again, she knows he is always with her. He is more than just her guardian; he’s holding the keys that maintain the kingdom’s balance and ensure its safety. This makes him both a watchful observer and a powerful force of action—one who intervenes only when truly necessary, but who carries within him an unwavering sense of duty and care. His compassion is rooted in understanding and patience, a force that flows as naturally as a river, calming those around him and creating an aura of peace wherever he goes. He is a figure of quiet strength, vigilance and mystery. His compassion is like an invisible shield, a power that ensures safety, not through force but through presence. He is trusted with the keys to the hidden realms within the kingdom, places that hold the kingdom’s deepest secrets and most sacred energies. His power of compassion allows him to see through illusions, to sense the true intentions of those around him, and to act with empathy that brings healing and harmony.

Through Fizzy, Leora learns that compassion is the most powerful and purest form of magic, which had nothing to do with the rituals and rules of so-called ‘house-, garden and kitchen witches’, which were mostly based on superstition and fear. Magic happens when you are like a child, wondering about all the beautiful things in life, being able to dream and fantasy, living in the moment. Although most people think it is a sign of weakness and many more people would come to take advantage of her, it was all meant to show her that compassion requires both strength and vulnerability, and that true protection comes from understanding and honoring the hearts of others. Fizzy told her to protect herself and her freedom, to hold people knocking on her door, who all just wanted to take ‘a little’ piece of heaven and then a little bit more. Fizzy taught her that one creates his own peace of mind, his own safe haven, even his or her own heaven on earth, where you can decide for yourself with whom you want to share it with.

Chapter 17. Archangel Daniel – Universal Love and Joy

She was looking back on life as if she had been on a roller coaster, going up and down and round and round, without ever being able to skip another round, being able to rest aside for a while or to simply enjoy the little things, besides the struggles of life. On another Monday she is sitting in the waiting room of the nuthouse, drinking her coffee. She hadn’t noticed a good looking young man, quietly reading a magazine, when another friend came to his table, bringing them some coffee as well. They were chatting for a while, until the other man left. As Leora is looking up, she meets eyes with him, him smiling and greeting her. He stands up to get some more coffee, asking her if she wants some. While sitting opposite of each other at the same table babbling along, Leora senses something familiar in him, a connection she can’t quite place. 

Although they’ve just met, Leora knows he’s one of ‘the others’, one of the fallen stars. They seem to be two sides of the same coin. Where she grounds herself in the stability of the earth, Daniel is airy and free, like the element of the air and the winds, that of creation and transformation, reminding her that life can shift in an instant. His spirit offers a new dimension to her own, a reminder that being “down to earth” is part of her nature, but there is also a part of her that can rise, adapt, and move with the fluidity of change, like a tree rising to the air, stretching his branches, while deeply rooted into the ground.

Over time she gets to know him as Archangel Daniel, the angel who brings universal, unconditional love and boundless joy to family and friends and to all relationships. Daniel makes her laugh all the time, until her stomach hurts. His influence is deep and lasting. Everytime they meet he brings a reminder of love that knows no bounds—a love that flows beyond expectations, beyond any notion of loss or separation. He shows her that unconditional love is not about holding tightly, but about trusting, releasing, and allowing love to exist in its purest form. Because of his kindness and words, Leora feels a shift within herself, a lightness returning to her heart. She realizes that love is not bound by distance or circumstance. It’s a love that holds everything and nothing, allowing her to feel whole, especially in moments of solitude. It’s an invisible bond that seems to be stronger than any other and Leora begins to view her own journey as a story never ending, never fully written.

Somehow, Leora has always felt like she is like a little lost bead. When the chain of family broke a long, long time ago, the beads were shattered all over the world, taking ages to reconnect, while some of the beads seemed never to be found again. With Daniel she finally feels as if she is part of her soul family, or family by heart, as they liked to call it. 

One night she was dreaming, where she and Daniel stood back to back, their spines entwined, each one coiled with the life energy formed in the sacrum, moving through their spines, as though their spirits were woven together by an unbreakable thread that pulses with life, binding them across time, space, and even lifetimes. Their arms were hooked into each other’s, nestled within the pits of their elbows, creating a foundation of strength and trust. She feels the warmth of his soul surrounding her, a shared heartbeat, a rhythm that moves between them, filling her with a sense of unity and completeness. Together, they are the center of an intricate chain—a line of souls stretching around the world like beads strung on an infinite thread. As Leora’s gaze shifts outward, she sees other twin souls joining along this chain, their arms linked like hers and Daniel’s, each pair a part of the greater whole. This chain of souls encircles the entire world, wrapping it in love and connection, moving in energy of wave-lengths around the equator. With this energy they seem to be able to restore the balance of the earth all together into a world of harmony.