Angel Wing Art Farm

Atop a high mountain, in a clearing, stood a very ancient oak tree. One fateful night, a massive star storm swept through the area. The storm raged for hours. Countless celestial objects rained down from the heavens. One particular star struck the ancient oak with tremendous force, shattering it into pieces and scattering the remnants all over the mountaintop.                                                                                                   Sometime later, on another dark evening with no moon in the sky and only the stars hanging in the night sky, a portal opened and out stepped Wisdom Seeker. Not sure why he was sent to this particular world, he proceeded to wander about looking for a clue. That’s when he stumbled upon one of the shattered pieces of the ancient oak tree that had been struck by the star storm. Seeing a particular-shaped limb lying on the ground, he picked it up and tossed it in his hand. Then a voice echoed in his head.                                                       ”With the staff you have found, brandish it above your head first to the North, then South, East, and West. Tap the staff on the ground three times, then wave it to the heavens.                                                                         Having always listened to the voices in his head, he followed the instructions. What happened next was nothing short of unbelievable. After waving the staff in all directions and tapping it on the ground three times, the staff began to shoot planets into the sky—blue ones, red ones, ones with halos. Not only planets but stars accompanied them.                           So many flew from the staff that it was like fireworks illuminating the night. He stood and watched as they drifted to the cosmos, filling the sky with new worlds.                            The silence that came afterward was like the fall of fresh snow. The Wisdom Seeker looked at the oak limb in his hand and was shocked to still find it there. Thinking that the power it put forth would have turned to ash, but instead it had turned into a shining black obsidian material that hummed and pulsated as if alive. “What has happened?” he asked the staff.                                                                                                                       The voice then returned to his head. “The ancient oak was a harbinger of the world’s old memory. When the star storm shattered the ancient oak, it was infused with the power of the cosmos.”                                                 With a look of awe, the Seeker asks, “How is it I have the power to unleash the energy stored in the staff?”                                                     The voice continued, “My dear Wisdom Seeker, it is because you have been chosen for this task. Now, take this staff and go forward, finding worlds that will support its power to populate the galaxies.”                         As the voice in his head faded, his mind cleared for new thoughts. Knowing that he could never return to his life as a Wisdom Seeker, a surge of new power flowed through him. Shaking, he held the staff up, then paused to survey the surroundings. A sense of realization struck him about his newfound responsibility to the cosmos and to himself. With a deep breath, he withdrew from his robe the glass orb he carried to summon the portal. Gently, he affixed it to the top of his new staff. Then tapped on the ground three times, and the portal snapped open to summon him to not only home but to new adventures.                                             He arrived as a Wisdom Seeker only to leave as the “Gardener of the Galaxies.” http://www.angelwingartfarm.com