|The Angel of Central Lawn inhabits the sky a few metres above a garden plot. Gardeners planted and replanted bulbs here often over many years. As a result, the deva seems unsure of the body form it should present. Three years ago it was new in the gardens; youthful, even childlike in body, and had a curious feature that any side you approached from, it seemed always to face you. Whether this was, to me, a kind of paranoia or a bizarre quality of its astral space I still
don't know. Today it has matured yet with mimicked colours from the Eastern Lawn and Main Angels of the gardens. It grew to look like them through a kind of hero worship.
Its skin shines white with subtlest hyacinth. Winglike strands of veil unfold in a drift through the grounds of Central Lawn. The old gnarled trees nearby glow green and yellow from the wafting strands of energy. It reminds me of ectoplasm at a spiritualist seance, though here it's hidden to normal human vision. I meditate and see the veils as astral look-alikes of the soft paperbark peeling on the trunks of local eucalypts. I wonder if the deva just mimics the bark or uses the form as a key to some energy recipe for its plants.