A Mystic's Garden

Chapter 16

Victoria wakes up before dawn to get an early start on the day. Isabella remains asleep this morning. Once again she has a lot of tasks on the to-do list for today, like many other days before this one, the only way to make it happen is to get up and go. CLICK! the door secured behind her and A rooster in the background releases a rather nice awakening Crow. c**k AH DOODLE DOOOO! a large cloud of condensed moister hovered over the landscape. The grains and wheat fields cuddle the clouds of mist as the hover over the surface of the globe, like a nest of eggs incubating, patiently waiting development completion, so that the sun above, may see them as they stretch out their wings for the first time. Ray's of light peeking over the dawns horizon, refracts from the molecules of moisture collected on the grain: appearing as stars would appear in the night sky, only in a different theme than a night sky. Such a wonderful day, she thinks to herself as she takes her morning deep breath, on the front porch before she proceeds down the stairs and on the path. Eden awaits her and her list of objectives for the day. Who new what she would be getting herself into today, she felt good enough to attempt to try new things, or maybe even meet new people. She is to pick up some grains and to trade some of her freshly harvested fruit and bulbs. Her grains-man merchant, was an old hermit living nearby. A elder of the community and a very rare mystic know to the higher members of the Eden Counsel. He's been growing the grains, and has been developing the agriculture industry for Eden, since his great grandfather before him, introduced him as a child to the benefits of the grains that they were granted. The best and most nutritious grains of the time. In secret she was a mystic, one who worshiped seed and prayed to universal spirits. Like the hermit, she has been friends with since they were children in a developing Eden, she also shared mystic and philosophical wisdom with him and until this day they remain secret occultist together. Like grandparents finding the time to reunite In a manna that is most intense than usual, followed by a prayer session concluded followed by artifact gyration. They were well aware of the forces they were working with, however not yet to discover the source after years of practice. He isn't an early bird soda say, but he would be up early, wondering around his home, tinkering with this and tinkering with that. He also is the provider of the coffee beans for Eden as well. The same story goes for the quality of his coffee. His home is located near the front entrance to Eden, just of the beaten path, a few minute hike into the forest. A huge hollow stump, seemed to be forceably erected from beneath the soil. Bright green ferns grew from the top of his home. It wasn't very big, however majestic in it's own nature. The double canopy above the home provided plenty of light for the ground and roof level growth at the same time providing plenty of cover, protecting the kool moisture in the air from evaporation and thus providing also the optimum conditions for floral development. The outside of the stump home seem to be that of a single bedroom, however when stepping inside, one discovers the true nature of the land and it inhabitants. TAP! TAP! is all that's needed. Moses is a very quiet and well balanced man, quiet, silent and aware. He knows who it is, it could only be one of two people and according to his memories and schedule. Victoria visits him as he does her: inside the tree trunk small home, the mind transforms. The tree trunk home is just like the arks, only empty, except for one small living area next to the fireplace. 2 chairs, an area rug, a couch, a desk, a table and the signature round table, clearly set as the identifiable signature on the globe. They embrace and greet each other like two old friends would. She makes herself at home, as always as she knows he will always persist. She takes a seat as she has many times in the past: setting herself comfortable, he brings to her like many times in the past as cup a coffee just as she likes it. He takes his seat, any they both just exhale fully and laugh at the top of their lungs. Their laughter echoes, from wall to wall, back and forth as their contentment for life set in on this perfect morning. The radioactive cracking and popping of the fireplace has created inside the home, a force field of divine energy. Almost like a radioactive coat of protection created by the spirit soul of the listener. It engulfed her as she steps inside the home and heart: sounding like she steps through a waterfall perhaps into a whole different energy and creative forces, unable to be seen, only felt and herd. A stack of notes and journals piled the top his coffee table, as he collects, compiles and deciphers the mysteries of the mind and land and life. The supplies or services were never the main topics anymore, usually they would just catch up on, local gossip and community relation. They were the only two of their kind that they were aware of, they never really preached or thought their mysticism. They focused their arts on the garden and through their spoken words. Their writings and letters where their center. They would study together and write. Some nights on full moons they would unite, coming together for ceremonial rituals that that involves the full attention of their mind, soul and body. Their grand royal court, or their inner sanctum, tucked away in hollow log beneath the canopy of life is where their express their concerns to listening ears. To each other has been their only path. A messenger of divine hope, in a divine way of looking at it. They together helped the tribal elders develop the daily information system. The daily read, like the news and stories published for the group in the minds activity. They would sometimes read over the recent activity of the people their connected to. After a few hours, they were full of the indoors and the mornings bliss: a few hundred yards just behind his home is his garden site. The grains that's been providing her and her loved ones with the vitality of life. They often work on it together, and have been doing so, like many other things for a long-time. The site contains a large amount of provided grains for the community, however in the last few years he has been able to work a lot less due to the sea access being constructed. They have been able to import a large variety of nuts and grains from many different areas of Pangaea over the course of time, not to mention the development of the agriculture industry has caused a lot of people to become more independent upon the land. Adapting as the globe changes as well. After a while he changed his gardening style, only focusing on archaic botany and a select group of nuts and grains. After a while all the people would adjust to the economy, become complacent and eventually seek out new merchants and supplies. Moses has been developing a few different varieties of grains as well, very convenient to Victoria in specific circumstances. They admire the golden ripeness of a field of wheat and grains, as the morning sun glistens from the few, and of course that lovely gust of wind that causes the standing shoots to appear to them as if they were waving to them: perhaps gathering their attention, saying 'were harvest ready'. He has build a rest area right next to his garden where they take a seat for a second scene. A concrete bench and table and crafted by himself a long time ago. A designated and isolated spot for the conjuring of the healing morning energy. Moses was also a lover of birds and proved so by designating a place for the garden birds to feed without disturbing the crop. Right next to their sitting area were a host of birds, scratching around on the seeds in placed by Moses. Early morning bird watch Moses must be, according to activity. The birds were totally complacent at this point, often times they would fly right up to Moses and eat right out of his hand, flying all over him as if he were the one that raised them himself. The wildlife in his garden he was one with. For every bird in his garden, at lease the ones that relied on him as home anyway we're totally one with him. Victoria has even witnessed deer and lamb walk right out of the forest and trot right pass them, as if everything was natural. Just the way they wanted and needed it. Beneath the soil of his garden, the empty ark and all it chambers lie in silent, as the irrigation rivers of Eden flow silently right by his garden and home. A very convent place, the fish in the river, the birds in the sky and the garden crops all perfectly maintained and perfectly secure. Just above them a large pair of birds has claimed them self a home. When he was a child, him and his great-grandfather planted a few trees ranging from fruit trees to but trees, and everyone of the trees they have planted are now nearly fully grown and now are the host to some of the bird homes in the garden. They both love this energy, the manna contained from the hands of his great grandfather has been passed through his father's and into his, and then into the nourishing seeds produced. Moses gave thanks to his for-father's and in a way was a stranger to place as Victoria was, at the same time owned the land and the animals that choose this area as their home. The progression of the village into a community and then into a thriving oasis has been a great feat to witness through time. As children they would laugh and play alone this same river as their parents did before them, Pangaea land and the values their build on delivers to the inhabitants exactly what they are always seeking. Qualities that synchronize the essences of of things of the past, future and present. The qualities that has ensure to all the charters safety, comfort, substance, health and many other attributes they have been calling for for so long. A small man-made boat like canoe comes floating past them as they sat on the bench in his garden. A tall slender dark haired man stood on the front of the boat, with a long wooden stick: thrusting the pole into the shallow regions of the sandy regions alone the bottom of the river, gaining speed, and re-propelling the boat. The native man standing on the front of the boat, sang a vibrant song, a hymn that sounded as though it was being bellowing from the inner most workings of the earth. A peaceful melody that is sure to create and recreate his future time and time again. The old man floats on by to proceed with his day, never even taking notice to Victoria and Moses watching his as his blissful hymn shrouded him in camouflaged mysteries of the morning. Moses also was a keeper of a different species of inland birds that his grandfather have him a long time ago. The pair he got from his was enough to start a habitats suitable to last him his whole life. Thousands and thousands and thousands of eggs over the years they have shared together. The people of the market was also very fond of his nourishing eggs as well and so was Victoria. Their relationship could take years to explain and such a great relationship it is. After the day had concluded, well a great portion of the morning, they make their way back inside. Inside they prepare a light snack. After all they gained quite an appetite, the garden and hard work has a way of doing this to you. They bore after a while: often times they go for walks as well. Over the course of time, their has been a path carved out alone the river. Not an everyday path, more of a walking trail for the local families. Going quite a distant inland, carved alone side the river, a beautiful well kelp trail. After a while the day or rather the morning was completed, they were full for a time. They take a short walk up the trail for a moment, catching another breath of fresh air before they decide to call it a morning. Back inside they make their trades and say their blessings, and like always they morning and day goes smooth. After some time she informs him that she needs to begin to start her track back home. Moses was making the plans earlier to go into to town to check up on on of his vendors stock, a item on the to do list that would be simple to achieve. They both make their way into Eden with a ginormous smile on their face, they both get happy every time they step foot into the city, especially together. The memories from their childhood remains with them and in the streets of Eden. They could almost still see themselves as children running around the city with their parents and so forth. They take notice of all the people, all the movement that occurs within and around the city. Everyone moving about, like small ants of a colony from a distant. They stand completely still and content momentarily before parting ways, Moses on his way and Victoria on hers. By the time she makes it back home, Isabella is nearly through with all her house work or everyday work. They greet one another like normal. She prepared her a drink to recuperate from the walk. They both take a seat of the from porch. Overlooking the beautiful scenery again. They have a talk about the day, of life and of the night to come. The time is of great patience and endurance, for the next day in these times are slow to come. Patience is needed from the people, for their not yet has been a transformation ever to come like the one soon to come to the people. Across the field directly in front of their home, the unknown old man stands totally still, overlooking the village of people and directly above him, perched on a large limb, was the large ethereal owl. The sound of the horse and buggy could be heard coming upon the road. A city counsel man was on his way into the city when he spotted his friends Victoria and Isabella sitting out from of their home. He decided that it would be a good idea to stop by and say hello. Councilman Abraham, was what they called him, also not only them, but the whole community of Eden called him that. Of course that as what his goes by around here. The things a councilman would talk about, at lease to express his current role in life. He would concern himself with the community matter, such as agriculture, school, library and certain other various topics. But they knew him also as the end of the day man, or the man that would show himself at the end of the day. Let's face it, you can carry on with a role that don't belong to yourself, at least not all day. Was spoken from both the ladies during an earlier conversation about men. Anyway, they all shared that connection, that connection that was lacking from their past existence currently unknown. He always expressed great concerns for the people of the community, always dropping by unannounced, knocking on doors at all hours of the day, expressing concerns for everyone for no reason at all. They begin to second guess their first initial guess, after all, he been one with his current act for years. They both assume over the natural course of time that that was gonna be his long-term role. After all he wasn't all that old, kinda young actually, brand new in the world of the community in the grand role of everyone. Victoria laughs at his arrival and probes fun at her granddaughter, saying here comes Abraham, then hey Isabella, do you think he would make a great father? Isabella's laughter echoes out across the fields. I can see your still kneading to be a great grandparent Isabella says. I already said, when the right person comes alone and the time is right. Abraham like always express both great joy and concern for all the people. He uses the messenger system to his advantage as well and do so for it has worked perfectly on his behalf. Sometimes he brings them fruit and even pastries to try from the different people in the community who are of the same culture for example. Pastries baked with the produce they grew themselves in their garden, learning litterateur, and other forms of dynamically fortified connections. They all act as a part of the same human body, performing their daily tasks and functions that make the world revolves. Every scene a protagonist, every scene a servant and every scene of cause and effect of those wish to effect in a positive manner. Before to long, Abraham exhaled all his answers and questions and then made own with his way. The timing couldn't have been anymore perfect, any sooner than he was an they all would have missed a deer meeting and greeting from a loved one. As they all were, once before admiring the view, the trees and the scenery, at the current moment they watch the councilman and his cart be pulled away by a rather large and healthy horse. They remain on the outside for a while before they make their way back into the garden, only their to chat and talk about the simple lavishing experiences of the world, maybe a bee or a butterfly in sight could spark the next topics of the day. Just to check over all things and their development perhaps, the area was quite calm, and before to long Isabella was wondering about her visit into to town and thought that it would make a great conversation piece for perhaps dinner or something. Nevertheless they would create something, rather a centerpiece for conversation with or without the visit, however, they could both wait without a problem anyway. Victoria wanted to know all about her day as well. Out in the garden they could hear the sound of a large horn being blown from on the other side of town, right across the trees and over the hills. The sounds of another gather over in Eden, quite another active day in town I see. Yeah I guess I must have missed the preparation as I was walking through, they didn't appear as if they were planning for a gathering up their, Victoria says. Well I guess it wouldn't take long to orchestrate one, after all it was only a Horne, maybe a sign for the culmination to the gathering tonight. A few minutes after that a large explosion once more erupted in the sky. Like the night couldn't wait, they both thought to themselves as they calmly wandered through the garden and back into the porch. In some moments their are no where to go and nothing to do. To sit around and think, to write and to play a bord game or cards really was on of the only paths for the two together. They both take their seat and begin to remain still and quiet, they both are active readers and do so often. They trade and exchange books back and forth and with the people up at the library. They both pick back up the books on the front porch and remain calm and silent as they Carrie on with their moment. No dust, no blistering sun and no uncomfortable humidity level either. A perfect atmosphere capable of supporting a comfortable climate. To the right of their home, just a few hundred yards down the road they existed the it neighbors. They had a few here and their, however they live on the outer area of Eden. Moreover currently under construction and they expect the whole place to continue development, before to long they believe they will have neighbors on both sides of their home. Kinda like the inner city of Eden. It would be fine with them either way, they enjoyed the pleasure of all the people, it didn't bother them at all. Watchya reading over their? Isabella speaks up loudly! breaking the silence for a moment. She actually yelled it out. Victoria fiercely threw back his hands in excitement. Surprised, not often does she play with her like that, but sometimes she will. Isabella begins to laugh to the top of her lungs as she prepared for the shout. Knowing they her grandmother was gonna be surprised out of her state of trance condition. She peeks over at he silently from beyond the book. Eyes peering over the top of the book as if her mission to catch her granny off guard. Peeking the numbers of the page, her grandmother is looking down as she holds the book in her hands: focused of the story line, focused on the matter contained within. It was a hilarious moment for both of them at the end of the laughter and fright. Minutes turn into hours and hours turn into dusk, as they continue on with what they know. The sound of the dishes being thrashed around in the sink from inside the home, was a sound of nothing new. Her grandmother would take a seat at the table, take a sip of some warm tea or milk. Isabella would finish up all the kitchen work and they would share their moment like many nights before. The horn from earlier in the day was brought back into their memory as yet another pyro happy host uptown, sends another explosive ordinance into the air. Raining down onto the kingdom of Eden, colors unnatural and only seen in nature. Pulses of light could be seen radiating the window coverings not long before,the explosion of the ordinance rumbled them from a distance. Isabella has prepared fish and potatoes for this evening. Her grand mother tough her about fishing a long time ago, and every since then she has not only been a fan of fishing but preparing it for her grandmother also. They would wonder into Eden as a child and have a seat right on the river bank, fishing, camping and telling stories of all kinds. Victoria tough Isabella everything she knows, including the school work. The fish they prepared on this day, come from the same river, of the same camping site about a week ago. They go fishing all the time and actually sometimes they go with the community up town. They formed a club after a while, realizing that coming together for purposes that's  good for everyone, actually stimulated the moral of the whole community, and actually the new even extended to other villages that we're alone the path of the river. Often times the community will come back together to remember those events, and then they go with them. The still fish alone of course, however the author wishes to further develop the emotional relationship of Eden to it's people as a whole. It's not to long yet again, before they find themselves waking up to the site of the interior of their home. Ready to begin yet another day amount the people and with her granddaughter. The conversation from yesterday has left Victoria in crave for a fish date with her granddaughter. Eden has sure come a long way since the time of long before. When she was a child they only had make shift fishing gear, and now they have fully operational and quality instruments for catching the fish provided. After breakfast Victoria invites Isabella out for a day on the water, a most perfect opportunity to spend some more time in nature together, just like old times, old times from when she was a child. They would both set in silence on the riverbank, chatting about life and patiently awaiting a bite. Breakfast! Victoria shout to her grandmother the moment she steps foot into the kitchen. She should have known she would have already been up long before her, rambling around the house, preparing the day for whatever may arise. Like many morning, they take their seat and refuel for the day to come. The chickens in the backyard, and a few lamb wondering around the garden, they share the moment of silence as they listen to the life that's being created outside for the day. The blissful breakfast will no doubt bring another smile to the face of her grandmother, she thinks to herself as she seats her, not only deliver a smile, but also deliver to her health and vitality. She actually hasn't told her about the idea yet, she thought to herself yesterday that she would wait till this morning before she would reveal her idea of master plan for today. Just just knows that she will be thrilled, so as she placed her plate before her, and of course she gave thanks. Post taking her seat she purposed the idea, and as Isabella bit into a large piece of pancake that had a small clump of butter mixed with some maple syrup, as it melted and slid off her pancake, she said the following inspirational words. UMMM! UMMM! UMMM! that's some good pancake: Granny, did you plan this wonderful day, just for me? Because yesterday after we spoke, I begin to feel an overwhelming urge to do some fishing. And last, I had a dream that we went fishing. Victoria found this to be of any amazing tale of course believable. Then of course granny, it's like a sign from above and just as soon as we get done with breakfast I will get everything together. Just as expected from Isabella, Victoria knew just as soon as she had discovered that she wanted her to go fishing with her, that she would rush to finish her breakfast, hence ruining the ladder of the morning breakfast rise. It's ok granny, she said, the moment she got up from the table and her granny almost spoke. Isabella knew what was to be expected, and also Isabella herself was ready to fish and enjoy the day. Nothing like the fresh morning air and the warm morning sun on your face to deliver just the right energy for the day. They were ready, not long after breakfast they were headed out the door. They walk with a confidence that shakes the globe. The morning dew reflecting it's it vibrant sparkles as the mist floats above the fields like they have enjoyed so many times before. The wilderness and the fields, individual trees and forests alike all possess the same vitality, the vitality that absorbs them into their reality. They loved life to the fullest everyday, every moment of waking consciousness and activity. As they approached the city, like every morning before, they could hear the sounds of the people coming from the city. Over the gates, and through the trees, up the path and directly to their ears. The sounds coming from the city was that of extraordinary sounds everyday. The people really had a way of enlightening them. In the city, the movement as always is busy and hectic: people doing their thing in a manner of speaking. Their is a young boy in town that they have both known for a while, the young boy has already developed a system for them. The young boy actually goes out into the fields and digs up wriggles and sometimes catches them grasshoppers to fish with. The young boy loves candy the fruits. This they learned from a long time ago, creating a sort of trade between the two. The boy would trade them bait for food, fruits, candy and other kool things that young boys enjoy to entertain themselves with. A well to do young man in a developing community: a model perhaps for the future generations they both thought to themselves. Rudolph was the name of the young boy, he was introduced to them by his grandmother a few years ago, and my how he has grown, Victoria thanks to himself in her mind. This morning the get a few worms harvested fresh from the riverbanks this morning, Rudolf says to them. Rudolph was a very happy and vibrant young man, and has never done even anything to bother no one. They share a quick chat before heading towards the water. Right past the home of Moses, right past his garden and up on through the trail. Their spot was a secret and a secret to them or at least they thought. AHHH! they both signs as they take a seat of the sandbar and prepare their rig. They make certain nothing is behind or in front of them before the set the scene for their 10 to 1 cast. Isabella and then Victoria follows. ZIIINNNG! the line is cast, the signature sounds created as the fishing line unravels and hurdles further and further out above the water. SPLASH! SPLASH! the worm's makes  touchdown.