he invocation is the beginning. It goes like this:

Toward the One,
the perfection of Love, Harmony, and Beauty.
The Only Being
United with all the Illuminated Souls
Who form the embodiement of the Master,
the Spirit of Guidance.

Whenever I say it I close my eyes as if making a wish. I bring the invocation down through the act of invoking. It is a chivalric tool, a magic spell. Then, when I open my eyes, I see it happen.

It doesn't always happen that moment. It doesn't always happen that day or year. But later, in a mysterious fashion, I see how the sun caused a lemon tree in town to bear fruit, so much that the branches sag with the weight. The branches drape across the fence like a friendly neighbor's elbow. And there it is.