The Pink Angel has returned.
At the beginning of the winter season the Pink Angel no longer made offerings at the wishing tree. The area surrounding the tree was fenced off from the public during much of this time so perhaps that had something to do with her absence. I missed her presence and also the blessings which her offerings conferred. I continued to make offerings during this time and I was glad that part of the Pink Angel's final offering of the autumn season was still intact - thick strips of cloth tied around the tree at the height of seven feet. Seeing the cloth reminds me of her presence and inspires me to continue visiting the tree. A few weeks ago two long stem red roses appeared at my feet while walking the beach and I decided to offer them to the wishing tree. Instead of placing the roses on the ground at the base of the tree I decided to secure them to the tree using the cloth strips. Each time I returned to the tree the two roses were surprisingly still intact and fresh with red petals and green leaves preserved.
Two days ago, March 1, I woke at 3:30 am and thoughts of the Pink Angel appeared in my mind, revealing to me that she would be returning soon, so I decided to walk to the tree as the sun was rising. Upon arriving I saw that the Pink Angel had indeed returned. A fresh offering was at the base of the tree - a horned, orange kiwano, two mandarins, 10-15 brown tamarind pods and exotic, tiny red flowers which the strong winds had already begun to scatter. The two red roses were still attached to the strips of cloth. I made my usual mental offerings and then scattered rice among the fruit and flowers.
I returned to the tree yesterday as the sun was rising and with few clouds in the sky the sun was directly in my face rising low on the vast blue lake. I raised my hands to shield the bright morning light and in doing so my hands went into a triangle formation with the sun floating in the open space, the light shining directly onto my forehead, nourishing the golden flower. I recognized the famous occult symbol, the all-seeing eye and pyramid. The sphere and its rays resting snug inside the space between my hands, I noticed another symbol appearing, the sun cross. It occurred to me that sunrise on March 21, the vernal equinox, would be a day in which to experience immense sun power. I realized this could be one reason that special day holds important significance for the sun cults.
The past week while on the westward pilgrim path I continued to make contact with the coyote master. Instead of a flesh and blood coyote the coyote master appeared on an outdoor wall mural which I had not seen or noticed prior to this week. Without consciously trying I daily passed the mural, I would be reciting Amitabha Buddha or gazing at the light and shadows of the day and then I would gaze upwards and see the bigger-than-life coyote master meditating on the wall.
Walking the pilgrim path my mind is slowly gaining in powers which are called psychic. Along with materialization, I am now beginning to connect with things without physical speech or presence. I commune with birds and dogs in mind only which magnetizes them to my physical body and when they are pulled close there is a joyous energy which circulates between us. People appear surprised when their pet dog makes contact with my presence, and it surprises me, too.