Yesterday I had a vision about the last days of the Puja.

Yesterday I had a vision about the last days of the Puja.

They showed me a huge tree; it did not merely breathe health in its green foliage — a golden stream descended upon it, which became like an invisible armor, enveloping it, protecting it, nourishing it with its strength and power.
And the tree blossomed, bore golden fruits.

So what does this mean? I thought it was my lineage. But then understanding came through further visions that it is much broader and deeper.
We are being thanked for the help given to each soul, for the pacification, for the transformation, for the love that manifested as our care throughout the entire Puja, for our love for every soul — even those who did not participate in the Puja directly — because by our own attention we helped, simply by having those souls in our field, in the field of those who thought of them with love and care, with a trembling desire to help, to transform, to guide, to heal; in this way we aided the processes of universal reunion and ascension.