We worship the Holy Breath which is placed higher than all the other things created. In the midst of the fresh air of the forest and fields, there shall you find the Angel of Air. Patiently she waits for you to quit the dank and crowded holes of the city. Seek her then, and breath deeply of the healing draught which she offers thee. Breathe long and deeply that the Angel of Air may be brought within you. The rhythm of your breath is the key of knowledge. The Angel of Air soars on invisible wings: yet you must walk her unseen path if you would see the face of God. Sweeter than the finest nectar of honeyed pomegranate is the fragrance of the wind in the grove of cypress. Holy is the Angel of Air, who does cleanse all that is unclean and gives to all things a sweet odor.
Paraphrased and rendered in contemporary language from Essene Gospel of Peace Book 3 By Izora Woods