The Tree, The Archetypal Journey.[ev'rything is alright!]

Imagine you are standing on a bridge. You go over the bridge to a meadow. Children are playing in the meadow. Their laughter and cheerfulness reach you. They take you by the hand and lead you to a tree. This tree is incredibly tall, powerful and beautiful. You see that the tree has no fruit, and you know it is your task to help the tree of life to bear fruit again.
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You ask the tree what you can do for it just now in this moment. The tree shows you a way into its roots, into the deepest roots of its being. You know that you have to get down this way to the deepest roots of the tree. You get up and set out. In the moment that you are getting up you sense that you are not alone. You see an elf coming towards you. This elf is handing over a sword to you. She is putting a belt around your waist where you can put the sword. You notice that this belt is very ancient. It is woven out of many different yarns of different colours. It is very simple and very precious. You know that this belt will protect you because magic has been woven into it. You see the sheath of the sword. You can see that it has been used. This sword is very old and with great respect you put the sword into the sheath. On the handle of the sword is a ruby. And the same kind of ruby is on the ring that you are also given by the elf. The two rubies belong to each other, the one on the sword and the one on the ring, like twins, like things which complement each other. You put the ring on your finger. You bow to the elf.

The elf asks you to hand over the sword to her. You give the sword to her. You kneel down in front of her. The elf puts the sword on your head. You sense the old oath that is hidden behind this to serve the tree of life, to serve this principle. You are willing to renew this oath. And you do that in your own words, in your own manner. With that the oath is renewed. The elf passes the sword back to you. In the moment when your hands touch each other, in the moment when the sword is handed over from her to you it is as if as flame appears on the sword, a snake that coils around the blade. And then you put the sword back into the sheath.

Baby, ev'rything is all right, uptight, out of sight.
Baby, ev'rything is all right, uptight, out of sight.

I'm a poorman's son, from across the railroad tracks,
The only shirt I own is hangin' on my back,
But I'm the envy of ev'ry single guy
Since I'm the apple of my girl's eye.
When we go out stepping on the town for a while
My money's low and my suit's out of style,
But it's all right if my clothes aren't new
Out of sight because my heart is true.

She says baby ev'rything is alright, uptight, out of sight.
Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.

She's a pearl of a girl, I guess that's what you might say,
I guess her folks brought her up that way,
The right side of the tracks, she was born and raised
In a great big old house, full of butlers and maids.
She says no one is better than I, I know I'm just an average guy,
No football hero or smooth Don Juan,
Got empty pockets, you see I'm a poorman's son.
She says give her the things that money can buy
But I'll never, never make my baby cry,

And it's all right, what I can't do,
Out of sight because my heart is true,
She says baby ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, ah ah ah ah,
Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.