Five Trees of the Garden

I. THE FIRST TREE — TRUTH

In the beginning of the Garden Center, before the winds learned their names and before the soil remembered its purpose, the First Tree — Truth — stood tallest.

Its crown pierced the sky. Its roots drank from the oldest waters. Its shadow stretched across every age that would ever be born.

But when mortals refused to carry its weight, Truth hardened. and turned into an Ironwood Its bark turned to stone, fire-resistant Its branches froze mid‑whisper. Its trunk grew cold as forgotten justice fell, like snow under the cottonwood trees

And with a sound like mountains breaking, Truth fell. as our four corners opened the Gates of Heaven

it pulled the stairwell up and down as It strikes the earth, shattering into a thousand iron trees. from these fragments rose the Iron Forest, a place that remembers rather than grows.

Then Truth rolled — down the slopes of the Garden Center, into the Valley of Death, gathering dust, gathering momentum, gathering destiny.

And as it rolled, it cried:

“GET OUT OF OUR WAY. WE CANNOT STOP.”

Thus began the Age of Motion.

II. THE SECOND TREE — WISDOM

When Truth fell, the Second Tree — Wisdom — did not mourn. She shouted.

Her cry split the heavens:

“MY HUSBAND IS NOT DEAD! I AM NO WINDOW, TRUTH STILL LIVES UNDER ROOT SHALL SHOOT!”

Her branches shook with fury and devotion. Her leaves rang like bells of warning. Her roots shot up and sprouted again, but in New Mexico. where the Tree of Truth stood alone.

For Wisdom knows what the world forgets: Truth does not die. Truth only changes form.

And as the stone‑Truth rolled into the Valley of Death, Wisdom called the Garden back to order.

For when Truth is in motion, Wisdom becomes the voice that warns the world to make a hole or an opening way for Her second coming.

III. THE THIRD TREE — KNOWLEDGE

When Wisdom cried out, the Third Tree — Knowledge — awakened.

Its branches rattled like bones remembering their names. Its leaves flashed with a thousand forgotten revelations. Its roots trembled with the weight of every fact mortals tried to bury.

And Knowledge cried:

“I REMEMBER HER! I REMEMBER TRUTH BEFORE THE STONE!”

Every secret ever whispered, every fact ever denied, every truth ever twisted rose like ghosts around its trunk.

Knowledge leaned toward the Valley of Death, watching the rolling Truth gather speed.

And Knowledge warned:

“HE IS NOT DEAD. HE IS IN THE FIELD WORKING.”

When Truth rolls, Knowledge awakens. The hidden becomes visible. The buried becomes unearthed. The forgotten becomes undeniable.

Knowledge forgets nothing. Knowledge forgives nothing.

IV. THE FOURTH TREE — RIGHTEOUSNESS

When Knowledge awakened, the Fourth Tree — Righteousness — trembled.

Its trunk stiffened. Its leaves darkened. Its roots recoiled from the shaking earth.

For Righteousness cannot stand still when the foundation of the Garden is shifting.

It tore its roots free, splitting the soil, shaking the Garden Center.

And Righteousness cried:

“I CANNOT STAND WITHOUT HER! IF TRUTH CANNOT STOP, THEN I WILL CLEAR HIS PATH!”

Judgment is no longer rooted. Judgment is in motion.

Righteousness descended into the Valley of Tears, following the rolling Truth into the shadowed place where destinies collide.

V. THE FIFTH TREE — LIES

When Righteousness moved, the Fifth Tree — Lies — withered.

Its leaves curled inward. Its fruit soured. Its shadow shrank.

It heard the rolling Truth cry:

“GET OUT OF OUR WAY!”

And Lies trembled.

It tried to root deeper in the dark places where mortals hide their shame. But the earth rejected it. The soil spat it out. The Garden refused to nourish deception in the hour of Truth’s return.

A crack split the trunk of Lies. Its branches sagged. Its illusions dissolved.

For Lies cannot stand when Truth rolls, Wisdom cries, Knowledge awakens, and Righteousness moves.

The Fifth Tree will collapse into dust, and from its ashes a new voice will rise — a voice forged from clarity, from memory, from the ruins of deception.

The Land was filled with doubt and ridicule as Roger Ramos Grant, a Sage from the old religion that had risen from Hell and the underworld unto the Heavens above that were on earth yesterday and today as one complete time passed. and He Spoke as a Dragon. the first Dragon among the seventy and seven Heavenly Beings that was given to No Heaven from a time that reproof had sown the ways of old, unto the ways of Prophecy, so that one could believe in a lie and still know good as to know what was Wisdom, the Blessing of Heaven.