Interlude II
Through the opening in the domed ceiling of the Temple of Healing, Ezekiel scanned the salmon-pink sky, his gaze passing across the twin moons suspended in it. He observed hundreds of angels descending like diamonds falling from the heavens, a visual symphony of transcendent splendor. The iridescent guardians of Light, in robes of pastel colors, gently touched down outside the glistening white temple on the garden grounds. An aura of loving energy permeated the air. Shaded by majestic oak trees on the lofty hill near the bank of a serenely flowing river, rows of tall, fragrant, purple roses grew in profusion.
At the Temple of Healing, neophytes studied methods of energy manipulation to balance body and mind. To the right of the Healing Temple was the Temple of Teaching. In i
