My Vision

1. Father Sun 

2. Mother Moon

3. The Secret Garden

4. Out of the garden, into the woods

5. As above, as below

6. The Journey Begins – Archangel Ithuriel

7. Return to the Lost Kingdom – Archangel Michael

8. The Voice of Truth – Archangel Gabriel

9. Healing of the Soul – Archangel Raphael

10. The House of Healing

11. Bubba, Archangel Metatron

12. Olly, one of the Seven Sisters from the Pleiades

13. Thaddeus – The Wizard 

14. Malachai – Betelgeuze 

15. Leonardo – The Wizkid 

16. Fizzy – Guardian of the Magical Kingdom

17. The Power of Universal Love and Joy – Archangel Daniel

18. Power of Surrender

19. Power of Love

20. Power of Silence

21. Power of Resilience

22. Power of Compassion

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Chapter 1. Father Sun

On a quiet day in a very unremarkable town somewhere in the Land of the North, Leora’s life began in a modest neighborhood, a place where resilience was part of the air, woven into everyday life. Her parents, hardened by poverty and war, were distant and cautious, sparing little room for tenderness. As a child Leora seemed to be undisturbed by the coldness of her home and though affection in her family was scarce, each day Leora found beauty and joy in small things. She could enjoy the early morning light, when she walked to school, admiring the delicate resilience of wildflowers sprouting from the pavement, or listening to a single bird that sang especially for her. She sensed that her parents carried burdens in a silent way that had made them strong, but cold hearted. In their own awkward ways, they were trying to prepare her for a world they had come to know as ruthless, especially for someone as sweet and cheerful as Leora. Soon it turned out she was able to turn everything around, to transform darkness into light. Being the youngest child, she soon became the perfect catalyst for the tensions and dramas in the family. Leora knew that life was all about learning, trying to turn the harsh lessons of her family into skills she would need while growing up. Where they offered distance, Leora found herself learning patience. In their criticisms, she discovered self-acceptance and in her solitude, Leora’s heart turned to the natural world for comfort. 

She understood that she was never alone, even though her elder sisters and brother had long left the house, as she grew up as an only child. Though her family could never seem to understand her,  Leora had the gift of bringing warmth to her home and to those around. Her kindness became a quiet defiance against life’s harshness—and as she grew older, she understood she had to hide her love as a little flame deep inside of her, for it was lightly taken and misused. She knew it had to be kept for the right time to come out, to be able to shine. With no one else to talk to, Leora talked to the birds in the backyard, or she made up stories for the little animals like the snail who carried his house on his back, meeting the slug who was born without a home. Every morning she said ‘Goodmorning!’ to the Sun, whether he was shining brightly or covered by clouds. The Sun seemed to be her only source of light and warmth, guiding her through the day as the one never changing, always being present, to watch over her and to comfort her. Soon, he seemed to answer her inner questions, breaking through the heavy clouds, when all seemed lost or bringing out a silver lining around the clouds as if to say he was still there, telling her to have hope, even though she could not see him.  

To Leora, her father was just like the Sun—a man blazed with strength and passion, with an intensity forged by a lifetime of challenges. Though small in stature, he exuded a force that could fill a room, and with his strong hands he could lift a tree from the earth, a testament to the fierce force he carried within. He was not one to offer easy warmth or gentle words, but his love was unmistakable and constantly there in his heart full of fire. Through his stories and silences, he taught Leora what he called ‘the test of fire’: ‘When you grow up, Leora, you will have to face these trials of fire. You will have to do something you have never done before and the only way to learn is to walk straight through the fire. Everytime you see it, you will come out of the fire, unharmed, having learned new skills. Each time life will put you to the test, but you can face the fire fearlessly, knowing you are fireproof, knowing you are brave enough to face another challenge, knowing you are strong enough to hold on to, until the end.”

Her father rarely spoke of the war, but when he did, it was with the quiet authority of someone who had walked through darkness and returned. He had seen things in life, most people could barely imagine. The secrets he carried had shaped him, but they had also left scars—ones he seldom shared. “The test of fire, Leora,” he’d say, “is when you face your own breaking point and refuse to yield. It’s when you’re stripped of, of everything you know, left with nothing but yourself and your spirit and you still carry on, because you still have your inner strength. It’s when you face trials you think you will never endure and still you do so, coming out even stronger. That’s when you find out what you’re made of.”

Though her father had an unwavering exterior, Leora came to understand that he carried a great heaviness, a pain that couldn’t be seen, but it was always there, simmering beneath his strength.         To him, it was simply a part of life—a reminder of what he had survived and the fire that still burned within him. Her father’s way of coping was through resilience, and he wanted her to inherit that same strength. She learned from him to embrace hardship, not as an end, but as a forging process—a new beginning, a way of being refined by life itself. To him, resilience was both a skill and a blessing, a kind of baptism by fire that allowed one to rise from even the most intense trials.

Chapter 2. Mother Moon

If her father was fire, her mother was as the water of the Moon—mysterious, distant, and wise in a way that often defied explanation. Her mother came from a long line of women who were known for their “sight,” a gift that hovered somewhere between intuition and prophecy. These women were sometimes called witches,sometimes see-ers, but to Leora, her mother’s wisdom was simply a part of her—something ancient and eternal, as natural as the moon and the stars in the sky.

Her mother didn’t pass down her beliefs in the usual ways. There were no lessons, no explanations, only small, subtle actions and quiet moments of knowing. She’d offer Leora a certain herb tea when she was upset, or give her a strange, knowing smile when she asked a question, as if she already knew the answer, Leora would one day find. Over time, Leora learned that her mother’s world wasn’t based on logic, but on something deeper, a kind of silent knowledge, that pulsed through their lineage like a hidden river, in their veins.

Unlike her father, her mother rarely spoke of resilience in explicit terms. Instead, she lived it, her strength as quiet and eternal as the moon. Her love was equally subtle, woven into the small gestures that seemed to carry messages, Leora would only understand years later. A gentle touch on her shoulder, a quiet nod as Leora ventured into something unknown. Her mother’s way was to trust in life’s unfolding, to believe that every question would one day find its answer, and every hardship had its purpose.

Her mother also knew the darkness of life, the shadows that lurked within her own gift. While her father’s fire was bright and obvious, her mother’s strength was shadowed, complex. She seemed to live in two worlds at once—rooted in the present but always aware of something unseen. She passed this skill onto Leora without ever saying a word, teaching her daughter to look beneath the surface, to sense things that others missed, to trust her own inner vision.

In moments of deep reflection, Leora could almost feel the presence of those who had come before her—the women in her mother’s line, each one carrying the same quiet, hidden strength. They had endured and survived, just as she would, not living by the rules of the world, but by the rhythms of the soul. And as she grew, Leora learned to feel the power of this heritage, a wisdom woven from centuries of resilience.

Her mother had given her the tools to face life’s mysteries and uncertainties, to walk a path that would demand faith, courage, and an open heart. And though her mother rarely offered warmth, Leora came to see her presence as a guiding light—a moon to her father’s sun, steadying her through each night, even when darkness threatened to close in.

In her own way, Leora loved her mother deeply for this gift of silence, for the unspoken beliefs passed down without words. She knew her mother’s lessons would serve her as well as any spoken guidance, for they were forged in the depths of spirit, hidden like the light of the moon. And as she continued on her path, she carried with her, both the fire of her father and the mystery of her mother, a combination that would make her resilient, stubborn and streetwise, but above all, her own guiding light.

Chapter 3. The Secret Garden

For Leora, her siblings were more like characters from an unsettling fairytale, where growing up with the warmth of a loving family was something she only read about in children’s books. They filled her world with shadows, each embodying a kind of darkness that forced her to find strength within herself. Their presence taught her a steady resolve to stand on her own, a skill that would serve her in ways she’d never anticipated.

Tinny Tiny, who wasn’t tiny, was her oldest sister, nearly twenty years older. She was supposed to be a caretaker and role model for her younger brother and middle sister, seemingly doing nothing but doing her homework and reading books, without ever speaking up or saying anything at all. She ended up being a nurse, until some guy made her pregnant and she got married. Tiny hardly ever spoke to Leora and she seemed to enjoy the distance, holding herself as somebody decent and self-righteous. In her sister’s eyes, Leora was simply another presence in the house, a shadow not worthy of her attention. Instead, she looked to herself for comfort, a skill that became an anchor in her life, helping her weather storms that would have shattered others. And though Tiny would never know it, her distance became Leora’s first lesson in self-reliance.

Then came Richard, their brother, whose cruelty simmered beneath a veneer of disinterest. He was a ruler in his own mind, a tyrant who saw no need to hold back his malice, especially in the hidden spaces where no one else could see. His favorite game was fear, and his sisters were his targets. Leora dreaded the sound of his footsteps, on the stairs above to the bedrooms.The way he would emerge from the shadows with a smirk, his eyes lit with a kind of dark amusement, or the way he would scare here, popping up behind her bedroom door, telling her a short bedtime story about ghosts or witches. He was the monster under her bed, a force that made her heart pound and left her alert even in the middle of the night. Richard’s shadow taught her to protect her spirit fiercely, to hold her light even in the face of those who would try to extinguish it. 

While Richard thought being the only son gave him permission to rule over his sisters, Leora grew as a warrior and protector, learning to face darkness and nightmares without fear, transforming his malice into a source of inner fire.

Lastly, there was Annabelle, her middle sister who also held herself with the confidence of somebody who is sure to get what she wanted. She lived in her own palace, built out of selfmade working class ethics, convinced of her entitlement to a world that would bend to her whims. Leora was still a baby when her sister was already thirteen. Her sister was always looking down on her, saying she was ‘too young to understand anything’, waving her away with a gesture of her hand, as if she meant nothing. Still, she seemed to be the only one who stood up for her, once in a while, although it was secretly. She could at least remember one time, when she was sent to bed without food and Annabelle brought her some candy. By the time she was seven, they had all left to live their own lives, leaving her with their grumpy parents. Meanwhile Leora learned patience, the power of staying rooted in her own truth. She hardly spoke to her parents, just writing and reading in her bedroom, while listening to the records her brother left for her. In her own little bubble she found a quiet strength of knowing oneself, finding comfort in her own solitude.

While her father was a skilled carpenter, he built her a little garden house at the back of their sprawling garden. When her next door friend Bubba showed up to watch, her father teased him, saying, “This house is for a rather big monkey, but you can’t tell Leora, because it is a surprise for her birthday!” Bubba was nine already and towering over the rest of his friends and he was laughing along, imagining himself being that monkey. He looked at the world with the wonder of a gentle giant, always marveling at the smallest details—like he could watch the ants making their way through the cracks in the pavement, when he squatted down to watch them for minutes on end, fascinated by their unpredictable moves. If he found a ladybug, he’d rush over to Leora, excitement lighting up his face. “Look, a lucky one!” he’d say, counting the spots with her, to see how many wishes they could make that day.

Leora’s other constant companion was Olly, who had a knack for turning ordinary moments into something magical. One sunny afternoon, she picked a dandelion and blew on it, scattering its seeds into the breeze. “These are messages to the stars,” she declared with a mischievous smile. “When they see all these seeds floating up, they’ll know we’re planting starseeds!” Leora, watching the tiny umbrella-like seeds drift, asked, “But Olly, how will the stars see them? These stars don’t even come out until nighttime.”

Olly laughed softly. “Oh, Leora, the stars are always there! They don’t go to bed during the day—they’re just hidden by the sunlight. They hang from the ceiling of the sky on silver threads, waiting for us to reach for them and make them twinkle”. It was unbelievable to her how Olly could possibly know such things, but her reassurance somehow felt convincing, since she was never wrong. The garden house slowly took shape under Leora’s father’s hands. By the time the wooden walls were up, summer arrived and Olly and Leora kept busy in the garden, twirling around in the grass, to make their summer dresses swirl or writing about the flowers they collected and dried, for their notebooks. They carefully drew each bloom they collected, describing its colors and scents underneath. “Let’s grab a blanket and some lemonade and cookies,” Olly suggested. “We can sit on the grass while we write and we can have a little picnic, with our dolls.” 

Then one fine day, her father had finished the little house. He had hung a big curtain for the window and told Leora to invite Bubba and Olly for the grand opening, the next day. He had made a real roof on top of it and a wooden door with an iron doorbell, you simply had to move up and down, as if to knock on the door. He had even placed a horse shoe above the door, with the opening facing upwards, to catch good luck, but other than that, they could see nothing. The three of them were waiting anxiously in front of the little house, their bare feet touching the grass. 

Olly was full of excitement, although she tried not to show it. She whispered to Leora: “I really wish it is a little monkey, like the one of Pippi Longstocking, so I could carry him around on my shoulder”. Leora looked at Bubba, looking like a gorilla himself, standing firm with his chest forward, ready for whatever may come. Finally her father showed up, revealing to them that they were the actual monkeys themselves, who were allowed to play in the little house, for as long as they wanted to. 

Olly was the first to hide her disappointment of not finding a little monkey in the playhouse. She curiously walks to the wooden cottage, looking through the window and without turning around, she yields to her friends: “Come take a look! There are three little chairs inside and a little round table!” As Leora and Bubba move closer, her father opens the door and Leora steps inside, her feet on the wooden floor: “It is beautiful, Daddy, thank you ever so much!”, she says, looking around at all the little surprises that are waiting for them, like all her books and drawing papers, paint and colored pencils. “We’ve got drinks and cookies!” she says, “let’s sit at the table and make some of our magical treats!” 

As they sit on the little chairs, Leora divides the cookies in equal amounts on the tree saucers. Then she gets the bottle of 7-up, along with some sugar and coffee milk. They are going to make their favorite drink from ‘space’, which they call ‘Sputnik’. First she puts a spoon full of sugar and a drop of coffee milk in each of the big glasses, telling her friend to mix it all up, with the spoons provided. Then she slowly pours in the 7-up, causing it to bubble even more and forming a big layer of ‘foam’ on top, like it was a beer. Olly knows what to do next. She sprinkles imaginary ‘star dust’ from her pockets on the cookies and then pours some of the Sputnik over the cookies, telling the others to do the same. Then she takes the spoon, grinding the cookies to a distasteful little mess. Olly is really enjoying herself, now tasting the sobbed cookies: “It tastes really lovely”, she recalls, having done this so many times before in their garden, “but with my pinch of stardust, it tastes even better!” 

Leora and Bubba are laughing, because Olly is so happy in their little house. “Let’s draw the curtains from the inside, so no one can see us. Where are the costumes of Leora? Then we can dress up and play”.The three of them played for hours, their imagination transforming the little house into a castle, a boat or a spaceship or even a stage for the EuroSong Festival. Leora wrote down the song they had to sing as being “The Nightingales” and they could spend hours dressing up and rehearsing the dance steps for the show. Singing at the top of their lungs, their voices ringing out like the happiest chorus of childhood, like little angels gone wild. 

Though Leora spends her days exploring the sunny castle garden, her nights bring a different world—a world of shadows, where The Moon becomes her Mother, the only light she sees, always watching over her. Where her sisters, so distant in real life, begin appearing in her dreams like witches, mysterious and powerful, each one holding a secret she cannot quite grasp. While her sisters tried to hunt her down on their broomsticks, her brother appeared to be standing aside, just watching the drama, with a faint smile on his face. In the morning, she sits alone with him on the breakfast table, while their sisters had already gone off to school and their mother started cleaning up the bedrooms upstairs. Her brother seemed to be always waiting for this moment of the day, where he could whisper some hideous and unraveling word jokes to Leora, when nobody was around.

“You’re the Sandman, aren’t you?” she asked him one day, a mixture of awe and suspicion in her voice, the words slipping out, before she could stop them. Richard laughed softly, but he didn’t deny it. “Perhaps I am,” he said, “Perhaps I’m here to remind you that dreams are never just dreams, and shadows aren’t as empty as they seem.”, leaving Leora wondering about his riddles once more. She wondered who he truly was, what secrets he really held and why he was throwing sand in her eyes: “Was it to forget the secrets she found in her sleep, or was it because he did not want her to find the truth?” 

Chapter 4. Out of the garden, into the woods

With her siblings gone off to start their own lives, Leora finds companionship in the creatures of the garden—the birds, the caterpillars and butterflies, the squirrels and sparrows, and even an occasional curious little mouse. In the far corner of the garden, now hidden behind a flowering hedge, there’s the little house her father made when she was seven, but now she’s just turned thirteen and solitude brought her books and writing diaries. 

In her mind she still liked to play different roles, walking around in her magical garden. Having to play with invisible guest-players, she would like to play being a Queen, just because she would have loved to dress up in beautiful dresses as she has seen on television. She felt she could see what others couldn’t see and she was intrigued by what lay behind the scene, beneath the surface, underwater or under the ground, even what was hiding under a little rock. She loved to listen to the birds and tried to whistle as beautifully as they did or let a caterpillar walk on the back of her hand, watching his tiny feet moving all together at the same time. She collected some herbs, such as peppermint and chamomile, from which she made some simple herbal tea. Still she could spend hours in the garden, dipping her head at the daisies, giving a solemn nod to the robins, and whispering her thanks to the wind. 

At night she would love to watch the stars through her window, waiting for the Moon to rise and tell her a story. Her favorite is the tale of the Star-Wanderer, a celestial being who travels from star to star, just hopping around from star to star. “One day,” she whispers to the stars, “I’ll wander too, just like you.”

During the day, she finds solace wandering through the woods, finding peace in solitude and a quiet joy in learning the language of the elements of the earth and that of her inner toughts.

She’s discovering the elements of nature, the same elements that she is made of herself. She begins to discover the element water, running her fingers through the cool currents of the garden’s hidden spring, seeing her reflection when she leans over to the little pont, she calls her wishing well, which actually mirrors her own emotions. She learns to listen to water’s rhythm, to sense its power to cleanse, refresh and renew as she drinks it every morning. She even begins whispering her hopes and fears to the water, feeling it carries away her sadness and brings her a sense of calm.

Then comes the element of fire. She simply loves the sun, feeling its warmth energizing her spirit and in winter there is nothing better than sitting in front of the open fire in the castle, with a cup of hot chocolate milk. She collects small stones and leaves, arranging them in circles of the sun, her hands moving instinctively. Fire becomes her ally, a reminder of her own inner light and a strength that can never be extinguished. Fire represents her resilience, a force that keeps her heart alive and she discovers simple rituals such as lighting a candle, given the ability to create warmth and light, even in the coldest and loneliest places. She learns to harness this energy in her own body, keeping herself warm on frigid nights and casting a soft, comforting glow in, just by showing up in dark places. This power, born from her connection with fire, becomes her inner flame, one she can call upon to protect herself and to those she loves. 

She learned to feel the air’s presence, when she was lying near the swimming lake in the heating sun, when a cool breeze could suddenly caress her skin. She feels as if the wind could carry her voice and even her unspoken thoughts are like a form of energy, like whispers to the heavens. Air becomes a companion that listens, gentle and unseen, carrying away her fears and returning a sense of freedom to her soul. The air reminded her to take a deep breath or to let out a heavy sigh, sometimes it reminded her to even be thankful for every breath of life! As she spends more time in nature, she learns to sense the wind’s patterns and directions, understanding when it brings change, when it carries a message, or when it offers protection. She learns the meaning of different flocks of birds flying; swallows flying high when the weather is warm and geese moving to the warmer south in the winter. Air grants her a gift of freedom and agility, the ability to sense the flow of energy around her and it is like the air and the energy of light, can carry meaningful thoughts or clever ideas. 

From earth, she learns stability and grounding. In her garden, she walks barefoot, enjoying the feel of the grass and the strength of the soil beneath her feet. She understands that she is rooted in this little place on earth, by her family tree. She begins to collect stones, sensing their quiet power. Each stone feels different in her hands, some smooth and warm, others hard and cold, each one carrying a story as old as time. The earth becomes her anchor, reminding her she is part of a vast, eternal cycle. In her bond with the earth, Leora discovers a steady, grounding energy that fills her with a sense of inner strength and belonging. Earth becomes her foundation, teaching her about the fields of abundance of Mother Earth, about security and stability. 

Wood is the element that connects water with air. A tree needs to collect his water from the ground, through his roots. The energy of the water goes upwards to the branches of the tree, to form leaves and to exhale oxygen, into the air. She loves to touch the trees, just placing one hand on the surface,  feeling their ancient wisdom and silent endurance. She imagines each tree as a guardian of the garden, of the woods. She feels like she’s been made out of wood herself, since she was born in the Chinese Year of the Wooden Snake. Sometimes she felt like a tree herself, rooted in the ground, stretching her arms as the branches, up to the sky and the sun. Wood teaches her patience and growth, the strength found in standing tall no matter what storms may come and the capability to bend with the wind, instead of being broken. 

Chapter 5. As above, as below

Leora’s life is forever changed when her mother passes away. Though her mother was a distant figure, her death left her realizing she was no longer a daughter, instead, she gained all the powers of her mother, entrusted with all the secrets and knowledge she once held. In her grief, she turns to the Moon at night, who gives her a comforting thought: “Her mother had joined her soul sisters on the Moon and so, when she had lost her earthly mother, she gained her Heavenly Grandmother, where she could always call upon at night, knowing her mother would always be looking down on her and watching over her.  

Leora smiled at the moon, looking up from her window and the moon smiled back at her, like always. Just as she turned around to go to bed, there was a crow on the balcony, near the window. The crow came to tell about her mother, being a messenger between heaven and earth, like all the birds were to her. The crow could warn her with his loud voice, when somebody arrived or just greeted her with a blink of his little blue eye. Whenever she was tired or about to give up, it was like she heard him say: “Be strong, my little one, be brave!”, just like her mother used to say.

Not long after her mother died, her father also fades from her life. His warmth and strength were her foundation, he was her constant protector and his passing leaves her alone in the world, with no one to turn to but herself and her animal friends. Still, the sun came up every morning, cheerful as ever, telling her to move forward, to new adventures to come and dreams to fulfill. 

On a very beautiful day, when the sun was shining almost painfully bright, Leora turned to the Sun once more: “Great GrandFather, what am I supposed to do? I cannot just sit around here all day, in the garden all by myself and I don’t even dare to leave, to go out on my own, not knowing what tomorrow will bring”. Somehow she understands that her father’ s soul belonged to the Sun, where he was together with his soulbrothers, former warriors who had stood the tests of Fire. 

For the first time in her life, the Sun was no longer merely a burning ball of fire, nor the dying Star he actually is. The conversations she starts having with her father, or her Great Grandfather Sun, were beginning to evolve as if she was having a personal telephone call with God, or whatever she came to understand what God was supposed to be: a loving and caring Heavenly Father.

“Where was she to go and what dangers would she have to face?”, she thought to herself and as if the Sun could read her mind, he’s telling her about the ‘Shield of the Sun’, a golden armor made of pure golden sunshine, she could wear whenever she needed it! With this armor, she wouldn’t have to fear anything, for the Sun, her Father, was her Light and her Power!

This shield was no ordinary armor. It was something ethereal, something divine. She sensed it when she faced her darkest fears, a presence like a guiding light, warm as sunlight on her skin. There were times when she felt the weight of a helmet upon her head, a harness across her chest, the belt of truth around her hips and sandals upon her feet that seemed to carry her, as if she had wings on her feet, sandals that could make her dance, even when she was too tired to walk. 

Her father’s words echoed within her, “These tests of fire reveal what you’re truly made of,” and now, she knew: she was fireproof, protected by an armor born not from avoidance, but from facing and embracing the fire itself. And so, she danced her own gospel, her own truth—a sundance that moved to the rhythm of the universe. Each trial had been a step, a moment of transformation, and each little step was leading her to another, making her move forwards, one step at the time. It was a gift of the Great spirit—a reminder that strength does not just come from survival and endurance, but from the power and ability to transform and the spirit that makes you move! 

Her journey with the elements becomes the foundation of her power, preparing her to face the shadows with a heart as steady as the earth, a spirit as resilient as fire, and a soul as free and boundless as the sky. In the silence of the night, Leora feels a shift, a quiet strength rising within her. Her magical garden could be everywhere, in the sunlight that greets her each morning, in the whispers of the stars and in the magic of her own kindred spirit. With this new understanding, Leora lifts her head, her heart steady. She may have been broken, she may have been lost, but she finds herself dreaming new dreams and with nothing else left to hold onto. Leora decides to leave the castle and to set out for a journey. 

Chapter 6. The Journey Begins – Archangel Ithuriel

Leora embarks on her own vision quest, meeting all kinds of interesting people, guides and teachers, collecting wisdom and more treasures, more moments of trials. When Leora arrives in Greece, it feels like she is coming home. The sun-drenched landscapes and the timeless beauty of the sea stir something in her—a reminder of the life, beauty, and peace she wishes to restore within herself.

Leora feels rebirthed as she dives in the heavenly blue ocean for the first time, feeling like a born again goddess. It’s here, by the edge of the sea, that she encounters Zaid. His figure is tall, solemn, yet filled with a quiet strength. He has an air of wisdom that feels timeless, his dark eyes reflecting both light and shadow. Leora feels a powerful connection to him immediately, though she’s uncertain if it’s friendship, curiosity, or a sense of destiny drawing her close.

Ithuriel nods in greeting, sensing her emotions even before she speaks. “You carry a heavy heart,” he observes, his voice soft but intense: “Are you ready to let go of what no longer serves you?” Leora feels he’s right, but she is startled by such a deep question at first sight. She feels both an instant relief and resistance. “I want to,” she admits, her voice catching. “But I don’t know how.”

He gives her a slight smile, as if he has known her for years, gesturing for her to sit beside him on a sun-warmed stone. “Then let us start with a story,” he says. “One of shadows and light, of loss and release.” Over the next few days, Ithuriel shares his own stories of battles fought and hearts softened, of lives touched by forgiveness and strength, reclaimed through release. He teaches her to view her pain as a part of herself, not as an enemy, and that true forgiveness requires letting go of the need for justice, of revenge that burdens the soul.

During these lessons, Leora’s heart begins to open, slowly releasing its hold on the anger of the past and sorrow that weigh her down. The memories of past betrayals, of isolation and rejection begins to feel lighter, less defining. She learns to forgive those who have hurt her and, perhaps more importantly, to forgive herself. One evening, as the sun dips below the horizon, he reveals his true name and nature: “I am like the Archangel Ithuriel, who is guiding me” he says softly, his body radiating a warm, golden light that makes him seem larger than life. “Once, I too was burdened by the shadows of vengeance and anger. But I have learned, Leora, that true strength lies in release, in forgiving even that which seems unforgivable.”

Leora feels tears welling up as she sees the echo of his own journey as her own. She feels grateful for the guidance of Ithuriel, who embodies both the beauty and power of forgiveness, showing her that there is no force more transformative than letting go of pain. “Will you help me bring peace back to myself and to the kingdom?” she asks him, her voice trembling with hope and determination. Ithuriel places a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I will,” he promises. “And we will begin by forgiving the darkest parts of ourselves.”

Chapter 7. Return to the Lost Kingdom – Archangel Michael

After taking the train to the remote place where she was born, she finds the castle where she grew up, turned to ruins and the magical garden covered by bewildered roses. Arriving at the outskirts of the city, she nearly feels desperate facing the city on her own. Winter has started and she is wandering through the cold streets, feeling her feet starting to freeze. Walking down the streets, strangers are passing by with grimmed faces, just trying to get home. 

When she is about to give up. looking for a friendly face, a cheerful young man approaches her, offering her to sit somewhere and have a cup of coffee, if only to warm her hands. Calming down, she cannot help but be touched by his unexpected gesture of kindness. Dwayne then offers her to stay with him in his small bedroom apartment, saying she should get some sleep and to face her troubles in the morning. 

The next day, she wakes up alone, finding a little note from Dwayne, saying he had left for work, but assuring her she could stay, while she would be looking for work as well. Looking out the window she sees the first snow falling down, feeling ever so grateful, she wasn’t left out in the cold. Soon enough their friendship turns into a wild romance and one evening, when Dwayne was making love to her on a bed of embroidered roses, she felt as if they were entwined like twin souls. In her mind’s eye, she sees how their souls reach the magical realms of the stars. Filled with a happiness that filled her heart with awe, she ‘found’ a little starboy somewhere between the stars, who seemed to have been waiting for them all along. She knows instinctively that this spirit is their future son to be, but she doesn’t dare to speak about her vision, afraid she might lose the dream.

One day, when Leora is exploring the streets again, looking for work, she climbs a little hill, to watch the view. In the distance she sees a skyscraper with on top of it a pyramid, where the sunlight reflects on the sides which are made of glass.The sight stirs something within her—a spark, a pull toward something beyond her understanding. She closes her eyes, letting her mind drift, and suddenly, she finds herself transported into another vision. 

She sees herself seated at the center of the pyramid, a place of intense, blinding light. Positioned at the four corners on the outside of the pyramid, are four luminous figures—beings of pure light. Only years later, she found out they were the Four Archangels themselves. Each one radiated an energy so powerful she could barely look at them directly, their forms shifting and shimmering as though woven from the very essence of the stars. In that moment, Leora realizes that these beings are guardians, watching over the world, but moreover, watching over her and the life she is destined to bring into this world. 

In her heart there is a hopeful whisper, a sense of a child awaiting—one who is both a continuation of her journey and a separated destiny to be. This spirit is her son to be and suddenly, in her vision, she sees herself giving birth within the pyramid! As the vision evolves rapidly within seconds, she sees her little baby boy ‘falling down’ inside the tower, as if he was moving down a great, cosmic birth canal. The scene is over within just a few minutes and extremely surreal, as in a blend of reality and magic, while the energy flows through her, becoming a part of the world, connecting them both with the earth below. She watches in amazement as he falls down slowly, while the angels fly away to the four corners of the world, promising to be always near whenever they need them.

As she opens her eyes the next morning, reality settles around her, and she senses that this new chapter will lead her and Dwayne down separate paths. Somehow she isn’t able to share her vision with Dwayne and the very same evening, Dwayne tells her to sit down for a talk, when he comes home from work. He seemed to have a different voice and a different appearance altogether, when he started talking to her: “I am like the Archangel Michael,” he tells her relunctantly. “I have faced many fears in the midst of many trials. I want you to give the power of courage, which comes when facing your fears all alone, without denying being afraid. When you can face your challenges head on, coming from protecting yourself and your loved ones, you can face anything that lies ahead. Don’t be afraid to confront darkness, because darkness will fade away by a light that shines as bright as yours. 

It felt as if he wanted her to know he would still be watching them, wherever they would go, wanting her to be strong, showing their son to be brave and to be resilient, as he had to face a cruel world, growing up. It felt as if he was telling her to prepare herself and their child for the hard times that were about to come, since for some reason, he couldn’t be with them. He had to continue to ‘fly in and out of people’s life, as all eartly angels seemed to do. Guided by Archangel Michal symbolizing and manifesting justice and valor, he was there for those who needed it the most. Since then, Michael is always reminding her that she is never truly alone, that she possesses an inner strength, where her only weapon, her only protection, simply is her own truth that would carry her through any challenge! 

Chapter 8. The Voice of Truth – Archangel Gabriel

Gabriel, the Archangel of Communication and Creativity, is her guardian angel in these times of trials. He comes into her life as a figure of clarity and insight. Unlike Timber, Gabriel’s presence is warm and uplifting, filled with a sense of hope and multiple possibilities, all combined in an incredible way of speaking, black humor and a blazing craziness. Gabriel brings Leora a sense of connection to the world, reminding her that her voice has its own power and that she is not alone. Gabriel helps her rediscover the power of words and self-expression, teaching her to use her voice to create change, even in the smallest of ways. 

Leora finds herself in a quiet, open field at dawn, the air filled with a hushed expectancy. The early light casts a soft glow over the landscape, and in the silence, she senses a shift, as though the world itself is holding its breath. From the distance, she hears the faintest sound—a melody, like an electric  guitar, soft and clear, drifting toward her, like a call. Gabriel is coming towards her across the other side of the field, waving at her. Dressed in a simple blue shirt and jeans, he doesn’t look like an angel at all, but his features are serene, and his gaze carries a depth that seems to see through every layer of her soul. 

“Leora,” he says, have you ever known that there is a strength that lies within your voice?” Leora hesitates, feeling a mixture of awe and self-doubt. “I’ve never considered it. I don’t think I’ve ever really known what to say.” Gabriel’s expression softens, a hint of a smile crossing his face. “The world  is not always about saying the perfect thing. Sometimes, it is about being willing to speak, to open a door to understanding, to meet someone halfway, in the middle, even if it means revealing the truth of your fears and your hopes. Gabriel gestures to the horizon, where a delicate, transparent bridge stretches across a river, like a rainbow, appearing almost woven from light itself. “This is the bridge of truth,” he explains. “To cross it, one must open up, not only to hear what lies within, but more importantly, to share it. A true artist does not make art for himself, but for sharing it with others: Every step forward requires a truth spoken and another heard.”

The task feels daunting, and yet something within her stirs. Taking a deep breath, Leora steps onto the bridge, her heart pounding. She senses that each step she takes requires courage, that her words carry weight here. “I’m afraid,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “Afraid of failing… afraid of not being worthy enough, afraid of being too much, too heavy, too intense, too deep, too low or even too high, like I can never cross to the other side”. As the words leave her, the bridge grows stronger beneath her feet, each step reinforced by the honesty she reveals.

Gabriel follows her, his presence a steady force behind her. “Keep going, Leora,” he encourages. “Your fears are not chains; they are keys to understanding. Speak to them, and they lose their power.” She pauses, looking back at him, her expression filled with vulnerability. “I’ve always felt… like I’m not heard. Like my voice doesn’t matter.” Her throat feels raw when she is speaking, as if she was saying her first words. It feels as if someone is trying to strangle her, preventing her from telling the truth. Gabriel nods, acknowledging the pain in her words. “The world often seems silent in response to our fears, but it is never indifferent. It hears, and so do I. Speak as if your words carry the power of healing—for they do.”

Inspired by his wisdom, Leora speaks again, her voice growing stronger with each truth she reveals. “I’m learning… that my voice isn’t just for me. It’s for others who feel the same, who need to know they aren’t alone.” Gabriel’s eyes gleam, a proud glint in his gaze. “Exactly, Leora. Your voice is not just a tool; it is a bridge, a way to bring others to the peace that lies on the other side. Let your voice become a light in the dark.”

As she reaches the end of the bridge, Gabriel holds out a small, delicate amulet—a pendant in the shape of a blue star, symbolizing clarity, unity, and truth. He places it around her neck, its glow resonating with her heart’s newfound courage. “This is my gift to you, Leora,” he says, his voice filled with warmth. “May it remind you that your words are a force of connection. Speak them with courage, for the world needs your voice as much as it needs the light of the sun.”

Leora looks down at the pendant, feeling its weight and warmth against her skin. It is a reminder of her journey and her newfound strength. She realizes her voice is no longer something she will hide or second-guess—it is a part of her light, a bridge she will offer to others. 

“Thank you, Gabriel,” she whispers, her voice steady and sure. She feels a sense of peace settle within her, a clarity she had never known before. The encounter with Gabriel has not only gifted her with courage, but with a purpose that will carry her forward. As Leora steps off the bridge, she turns back, expecting to see Gabriel, but he disappears, leaving only the faint sound of his melody in the air. She smiles, understanding that his presence will always be with her, a guiding light in her heart.

With her new strength, Leora walks forward, feeling more connected to her path than ever before. The bridge of truth may have faded, but the courage given by her friend will carry her into every encounter, every trial that lies ahead. The blue star on her necklace becomes a symbol of his presence, a reminder that even though he’s not around, his guidance, warmth, and love are always with her.
Gabriel’s friendship had shown Leora that compassion, even toward oneself, is one of the greatest sources of resilience and can be used as a shield for your own protection. Only then, she could understand the harsh lessons of forgiveness from Ithuriel. Only by forgiving herself, she could find peace and compassion for others.

Chapter 9. The Healing of the Soul – Archangel Raphael

Leora feels a new sense of purpose guiding her path, yet, she also carries scars—some visible, others buried within, woven into her spirit from past losses and battles. Each step forward seems lighter, but she knows there are parts of her heart that still ache, places within her soul that have yet to heal. One evening, while she is sitting outside enjoying the summer breeze, she meets one of her neighbours who is just passing along, walking his dog. As they start talking they somehow feel connected as if they were long lost friends.  

His eyes are kind, filled with a wisdom that seems to see beyond her surface, to the places where she holds her deepest wounds. In his gaze, she feels a gentle invitation, a permission to let go of the burdens she has carried alone for so long. “Leora,” he says, his voice like a soothing breeze, “you have walked a path of strength. But strength, too, must rest. Let me help you heal, so that your journey may continue in peace.” She hesitates, feeling both drawn to his presence and afraid to expose the pain she’s hidden, but his calm gaze reassures her, and she feels herself relaxing, allowing him to see her truth. She sees a flicker of something raw within his eyes —a silent recognition, an echo of pain that tells her he understands. ‘I have also walked with wounds that refused to fade,” he confesses, his voice low and filled with an honesty that reaches her heart. “In this journey of life we find that the path to healing is not about erasing our scars. It’s about learning to live with them and to find strength within them.

After some refreshments, they decide to walk together to the fields outside of the village. After a while they stubble upon a small, clear pool,reflecting the night sky. “This is the Pool of Healing,” Robert explains. “Here, the waters carry the memories of those who have suffered and healed, each one a testament to resilience and renewal.” He invites her to sit by the water’s edge, and as she does, Leora gazes into the pool, seeing her reflection ripple as if the water itself is alive, mirroring her soul. In the depths, she sees fragments of her past—the sorrows, the wounds, the unspoken losses that still linger. Her reflection shows her weariness, but also her strength, her love, and her determination.

Raphael reaches out, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I know you came to understand that Angels do exist”, he whispers gently. “All people are guided by the Archangels who have thousands of helpers here on earth. I strongly believe I have met you, to tell you about the Archangel Raphel. He is the angel of healing the soul. You will see, after you have healed your soul, afterwards, your body and mind will heal naturally. It is when the soul is rich, earthly wealth and health will follow”. She feels a warmth spreading through her chest, a glow that reaches each corner of her being, filling her with a profound peace and glowing warmth as if they were sitting at home in front of the firestove. 

“Leora,” he says softly, his voice filled with compassion, “sometimes strength can feel like a shield, but healing… healing is a journey without end. It does not make us invulnerable, but it does remind us of the resilience within.” “Your heart has carried so much,” Raphael says. “Let the pain go. Allow yourself to heal, for you are not meant to carry this alone.” Leora feels her pain begin to lift, as if it’s dissolving into the air, carried away in the freshening evening breeze. The ache within her fades, replaced by a softness she hasn’t felt in years. Tears begin to fall, not from sorrow, but from the release of burdens she no longer needs to bear. With each tear, she feels lighter, more free.

She nods, feeling the depth of his words resonate within her. One could touch the hearts of others, simply by a smile. One could simply lay a hand on a shoulder, reassuring it would all work out in the end or to encourage others to find their own voice and to speak their own truth, like Robert had shown her, standing behind her, when she was facing her reflection in the mirror of the pool of healing. 

They sat in silence, and Leora felt the layers of her heart begin to soften. She realized healing did not require her to be whole or to be unbroken. It simply asked her to be willing to carry herself with compassion, to make peace with the parts of her soul that are still mending. Robert’s gaze remains kind, and she sees the weight of his own past within his eyes. She knows that he too, is still healing, and that this road of recovery has brought them together, to be with her in this moment, as a guiding friend, and a fellow soul on the path. “Thank you for this gift, Robert—for showing me that healing doesn’t mean that the pain disappears. It means learning to carry it with love.” He nods, a slight smile on his lips. “Yes, Leora. We do not walk without scars, but we walk together. And sometimes, that is enough.” Leora answers gratefully: “Raphael’s gift will remain with us. A reminder that we can face our pain, that we are never truly alone, and that healing is a journey shared by all of those who walk together. 

Chapter 10. 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 have 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 11. 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 ’em 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 Saggitarius. Leora can 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 Aida 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 one big soul family they once were, if they could only find the other fallen stars. 

Chapter 12. 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 has 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 miraculuse 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 gaslighter, to light up another cigarette.

Chapter 13. 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 14. Malachai  – Betelgeuze 

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 with their lives on the streets, who 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 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 starseeds, 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 colored 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: “We 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 talking about ‘we’ reassured her 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. She likes to think of him as her invisible friend, or Archangel Israel. 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 kitchenwitches’, 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, against all the 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.  

Chapter 17. The Power of Universal Love and Joy – Archangel Daniel

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 outside on the premises, drinking her coffee. As Leora was looking up, she met 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 fallen stars. 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. 

She recognizes some of the souls in this chain—friends, family, even strangers who have crossed her path with a quiet, undeniable bond. All of them are part of this eternal connection, a circle of light and unity that transcends physical distance. The bond between souls is an eternal one, woven not through proximity but through the purity of love, through the power of unity that can stretch to the ends of the earth and still bring each soul back home. As the vision fades, she turns to face Daniel, meeting his gentle, knowing gaze. Their connection, grounded yet boundless, feels more real to her than any physical bond. She understands now that he is not just her soulmate in this life, but has been since ancient times. 

When she sees him again, she tells him about this wonderful dream: “Thank you, Daniel,” she whispers, “Thank you for reminding me that even when we’re apart, we’re never truly separated.” Daniel smiles, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Love knows no limits, Leora. It binds us and holds us together, and when the time is right, every soul will find its way back to the chain and the way back home!”  Daniel turns to her with a gentle smile: “Remember, Leora, when all the cards have been dealt and the hand seems over, there’s always another move, another possibility. We call this ‘the wild card’ or the Joker, so keep playing, Leora, even when you have no more cards to play with, because this life, it’s your story—and it’s still full of magic.”

And with that, he vanishes, leaving her heart lighter, her spirit restored. She feels the strength to release her fears, to trust in the path before her, knowing that true, unconditional love—doesn’t need to hold on. It simply is. In the days that follow, Leora finds herself returning to the wisdom of his words and she feels a new sense of direction, a new hand dealt, ready to embrace whatever comes next. 

Chapter 18. The Power of Surrender

Now that Leora feels she is reconnected with her ‘brothers and sisters in arms” from the Pleiades, she feels as if the dark forces have vanquished, if even for a little while. The land flourishes and a sense of harmony settles over their Magical Kingdom. As all of them were going their own separate ways, connected by this invisible chain, Leora knows she can rely upon the strength of her family by heart, her soul brothers and sisters have been showing her, depending on their different powers. She strongly feels they need Archangel Daniel at his most. She feels that without his presence, they would never be able to close the circle of peace.

As she closes her eyes and speaks his name, a warm light appears in the distance, and in his black-golden invisible shield Daniel steps forward. His smile is gentle, his eyes filled with boundless compassion. He embraces Leora, his love infusing her with a sense of completeness, a love that mends heartache and welcomes you home.

Suddenly a storm of energy swirls around them, as if they were standing in the middle of the battlefield, where the dark and light forces are clashing. They stand unmoved, radiating a quiet strength, waiting in the eye of the storm, until it calms down. Daniel doesn’t wield a sword or raise a shield. Instead, his hands are open, a silent invitation to accept whatever life or death will bring. Leora is doing the same, standing in front of him. 

Daniel speaks with quiet conviction: “There is no victory here. Only peace… if we are brave enough to let go.” The dark forces pause, as if his words have struck something deep within them. They hold their weapons, but their grips falter, doubt flickering in their eyes. Daniel’s gaze is unwavering, meeting each shadow with compassion, his very presence asking them to yield, not in defeat but in reconciliation. 

He feels that history is entwined with both struggle and beauty, with both separation and resilience. He knows that his path of surrender comes from his ancestors, who had to find peace in the face of hardship, holding onto their spirit and dignity. This act of surrender is not just for him, not only for his own ancestors and his family, but for all the families all over the world. Daniel is speaking out loud to the dark forces: “To surrender is not to lose, it is to let go of what divides us and find the peace that waits beyond.”

One by one, the dark forces begin to kneel, laying down their swords, letting them fall on earth. It’s not a gesture of defeat but one of release—a release of old anger, grudges, and scars. They are no longer bound to fight; they are free to find peace within themselves. This is the opposite of knighthood; they are not giving allegiance to a king but to a higher purpose, a truer calling that asks for unity, not dominion.

The battlefield falls silent, and Daniel and Leora are feeling a wave of energy passing over them, as if the very spirit of all their ancestors are there, witnessing this moment of peace. A gentle warmth fills the air, touching each heart, a reminder that even the deepest wounds can heal. 

His heritage, his spirit, and his enduring strength are woven into this moment, giving it a significance beyond words. Leora embraces Daniel: “You’ve brought us the missing piece of peace, Daniel, peace for our souls”. As the dark forces kneel, a transformation begins. The earth beneath them shifts, the fractured ground mending itself, the sky above softening from its stormy gray to a warm, gentle blue. The darkness dissolves, not vanquished but embraced, accepted, and integrated into the balance of life. In that very moment, Daniel’s gift of surrender ripples outward, as if touching every heart across the land and the sea. It’s like a wave of peace and understanding that has traveled through generations. It’s like a promise, a return to wholeness that honors the ancestors and connects it to the broader world. Daniel is whispering to the wind: “Let peace be my legacy, for all of us.” The spirits of his ancestors, lost souls who were filled with grief for all who have been fighting endless wars, were found again! They seem to nod in silent agreement, their presence palpable in the air, as if saying, “Yes, this is how we return to peace, this is how we can go home!’  

As Daniel and Leora are still standing together, watching the last shadows disappear, they know their journey has come full circle, carrying the light of his heritage and the power of surrender to heal both his world and theirs. Slowly all their friends are gathering around them, dressed with this heritage and the power of surrender, shining with renewed purpose. Their children are laughing, just dancing and playing around in the grass.The legacy of their ancestors, once bound to sorrow, now pulses with hope, woven into the fabric of a restored world. 

Chapter 19.  Power of Love

Daniel speaks to her of love’s enduring power, not only for others,  but mostly for herself—a reminder that her journey requires her to embrace and nurture her own heart just as fiercely as she does others. “Love is the root of strength,” Daniel tells her, “the seed from which all things grow. Love’s the best trick I’ve got, Leora. It doesn’t need rules; it just needs room to breathe.” 

“But what if love hurts?” Leora whispers. “Then you know it’s real”, Daniel says with a grin. With Daniel’s love and laughter, Leora finally finds peace in her heart, she’d lost along the way. His presence fills the rest of their circle of friends with laughter, music and joy, giving them some air to breathe and connecting each soul in a way that defies boundaries, race and rules.

After a few days, Archangel Daniel appears again. He is leading her into a vision where they both stand on the sun-scorched plains of waste land cracked and dry beneath their feet. Above them, the sky stretches endlessly, a pale blue expanse crying out for rain. In the distance, a shimmering mirage begins to take shape—not of water, but of hope.

Leora turns to Daniel, her voice steady but filled with emotion. “How come some countries have too much water, with flooding streets and overflowing rivers—water that drowns instead of nourishes. Why can’t we share what we have too much of, with those who have too little? Why can’t we transport water to Africa, just as we transport oil and gas, through pipe lines?”

Daniel nods, his eyes reflecting the determination of someone who understands the balance of the world. “Water doesn’t belong to us. None of the elements do. Fire, earth, air, water—they’re gifts, meant to sustain all life, not to be bought, sold, or hoarded, and certainly not to be fought upon! Tearing Mother Earth apart, dividing and killing people for ages, leaving nothing to hope, or even to live for, is something that has to end, or else we all will be killed by the same elements.  

Daniel suggests they can start a ‘peace offering ceremony’ by some sort of Rain Dance, sending the energy of water, through the air, the clouds and the rain, to wherever there is too much fire and drought. “This is more than just water,” Daniel says quietly. “It’s a peace offering. A way to wash away centuries of injustice, sorrow, sadness and imbalance, for all mankind. Together, they envision an intricate network of pipelines, not carrying oil or gas, but clean, life-giving water. The invisible pipelines stretch across continents, connecting the flooding rivers, sources and wells, into the seas, connecting the waters all around the world. 

By being the first to offer this energy freely to the waters of the world, the rest of nature will follow, as nature is bound to follow its own course and cannot be controlled by mankind. People could only watch over nature in a sense of stewardship and responsibility. Just as the elements are freely given to all humans on earth, natural and spiritual leaders could be watching over and protecting each element, to make sure balance and harmony will be restored in time and to ensure their fair distribution.

In their joint vision, the pipelines are adorned with symbols of the elements: Fire, holds the energy of transformation, needed to make the rivers healthy and fresh again. Earth stands for the ground to traverse the pipelines, or the riverbeds needed to transport and hold the water. Air stands for the wind that cools and nourishes. The winds blow in their own different directions, carrying clouds and rain wherever it is needed, when the world is at ease, bringing more balance and harmony and people can take a breath of fresh air, relieved from all the hardship they had to endure, knowing the water is healed and is freely flowing as naturally as the blue veins of water and blood we all share. 

Leora imagines the first flow of water bursting forth in an arid village, sparkling like twirling rainbows of water and energy, as it pours out of the ground, out of waiting basins, while clouds are starting to cover the heated wasteland, giving them some shadow and soon the first raindrops are falling. Children laugh and splash, their joy mirrored in the hopeful smiles of their parents. The smell of rain falling on the grassland and plants, —a scent that she hasn’t smelled for years, is surprising the little animals that start to move a little bit, until the birds in the trees begin to rejoice, happily whistling their little songs. 

Chapter 20. Power of Silence

The wind had changed. It wasn’t just the physical air, although the breeze now carried with it a strange weight, like the breath of something older than the world. It was in the way Leora and her son Samuel moved—like wanderers in their own skins, drifting without anchor, searching for a home, not made of bricks but of meaning.

They had walked many paths together, but this night, they barely touched the same ground. Disconnected. Displaced. As if their souls were facing different directions, speaking in languages that almost didn’t remember each other. “I don’t know where we belong anymore,” Samuel admitted under the broken starlight. “We belong in the becoming,” Leora whispered. “But I don’t know what that means yet. Remember, we will always be connected, no matter how far, or how lonely you might feel, just as we are connected to our family by heart, forever. 

In the silence that followed, three words rose in Leora’s memory : protection, permission and power. Keywords to reclaim her own identity, to step outside the cycles—of drama, of karma and dharma—out of the cycle of action- reaction, out of the drama cycle of either being a victim, a rescuer or a follower, and into a different dance all together. “You don’t have to keep playing the part others wrote for you,” she told herself. “You have the right to edit. To reclaim the copyright of your own soul.”

Mistakes were no longer prisons she had to dwell in, but lessons to be learned, to be able to move on. The harder they were, the deeper they etched truth into her bones. Forgiveness wasn’t a denial of pain. It was a declaration of authority and autonomy:  “I get to decide what story I live in.”, Leorna said firmly to herself. And so, by speaking it out loud, she reclaimed her voice, her own truth. It was her birthright. Her own purpose in life. It was her own power, her own strength. Not power over others, but power to light up the darkness inside of her and the power to call out the truth.

Chapter 21. Power of Resilience 

The journey they all had shared as fallen stars represented the roles they had to play here, the trials they endured, and the connections they forged. This is where they had to face challenges, grow through experiences, and interact with one another to bring that cosmic purpose into a tangible form. Their path reminded her of the cauldron, back in the days when so called witches were just medicine women making healing soup from medical herbs and vegetables. She taught about Thaddeus who was like an alchemist, putting different elements together and combining them with modern elements of ether, energy, light and power, as if he held the old secret of turning stones into gold. Actually he was making an elixir, like in a secret potion, as Olly had told her. “Must be Love potion number Nine, then”, Leora started dreaming, thinking of the ‘Sputnik’ drink she used to make with Olly and Bubba when they were childhood friends.

Through these experiences and journeys, they learned together and embody the qualities they were meant to bring into the world. It’s a journey that resonates with all. The longing to discover our purpose and fulfill it, while navigating the beauty and hardship of being human. This journey of characters wasn’t just theirs, but it seemed to be reflecting the universal quest we all feel—the longing to connect, to remember our purpose and to find our place among the stars while navigating through this world. They shared their longing to discover their purpose, to be able to fulfill it, while navigating the beauty and hardship of being human. 

Leora’s journey ‘through the stars’ brings her closer to her true soul family, each one a missing piece of the cosmic puzzle, she didn’t even know she was assembling. She only knew they were more than just fallen stars. They were not meant to be kept away from society, feared for their visions. Like every other star, she felt that every child was born from heaven, every single one of them having their own light, their own godly given spark, their purposes and history entwined with each other. From their vantage point, Leora could see the pattern. They weren’t just bridges. They were portals of becoming.

And the fire? The fire had never been meant to destroy her. It had only ever wanted to reveal what could not be burned.

Chapter 22. Power of Healing

When meeting Daniel again, it seems as if the spirits of their ancestors, lost souls who were filled with grief for all who have been fighting endless wars, were found! They seem to nod in silent agreement, their presence palpable in the air, as if saying, ‘Yes, this is how we return to peace, this is how we can bring all the children home!’ As Daniel and Leora are standing with their friends, watching the last shadows disappear, they all know this journey has come full circle, carrying the light of their inheritance and the power of surrender to heal both the spiritual and the natural world. 

Daniel brings with him a joy that feels like home. He’s a black-golden star of unconditional love, radiating warmth and humor even in the darkest times. Leora finds him a soul that understands her deeply, a reflection of her own search for purpose and belonging. He teaches her that love, when given freely, becomes a force that transforms everything it touches and he tells her about love’s enduring power, not only for others, but first of all for herself – a reminder that her journey requires her to embrace and nurture her own heart, just as fiercely as she does others. “Love is the root of strength, Leora, the seed from which all things grow. 

The House of Healing was no longer bound between the invisible walls around the asylum, nor any other force that tried to separate them from each other. After the spiritual and magical Kingdom was restored, Leora and the other ‘staplayers’ were reaching a new level of unity, a wholeness that seemed to transcend any darkness that had come before. 

Eventually, on a particularly starry night, all their friends and family would come together, feasting, eating and dancing, while the children would run around and play all night and were never sent to bed, because they just fell asleep in the grass or in an easy chair, when they were too tired to play. Their group of friends were sitting around a little fire, finding connection and healing in the shared silence, until Daniel breaks it with a smile and an unforgettable joke. Daniel’s love and laughter, fills their circle of friends with a peace of heart, they all had lost along the way. Together, in their own inner circle, they are not only connecting with their ancestors and soul family on earth, but their energy of unconditional love, happiness and music fills their whole constellation of stars, connecting each soul and each star in a way that defies boundaries and rules.

As they were staring in the flames of the little bonfire, they could ‘see’ the Magical Kingdom of fairy tales and wonderful imagination being restored, becoming a sanctuary of light, love, and peace. Leora and Samuel are feeling welcomed ‘at home’, for the first time in their lives. Through their connection, suddenly something else happens: their little chain of lost beads, of fallen stars, is somehow starting to connect to all the other families around the world! 

As a cosmic family, they formed a constellation of endless stars, bound across space and time, like every single person is like a star, a beacon of light in its own right. Now they were finally together, even though they could be physically separated from each other, through their spirit, they now knew they would always be connected. This invisible bond was stronger than any other and it became a radiant mystical light of wonders, appearing as the Aurora Borealis—or the Northern Light, a guiding force of the Great Spirit in the Sky, with the power to face anything. 

This presence fills them with energy, light and power, with courage and readiness for the journey ahead. Leora knew that the challenges she still had to face, the darkness that was still  waiting, would require everything they have, every spark of light and wisdom they carried. While still staring into the flames of the bonfire, they turned their gaze toward the next chapter of their journey.