A Mystic's Garden

Chapter 13

The sound of the seagulls could be heard in the background. Tonto stands on a rocky cliff overlook, overlooking Agartha. Admiring the scene and admiring the beauty of the ships coming into their wonderful new new seaport this morning. The morning was yet another wonderful morning in the community of Agartha. The markets were moving yet again this morning: overlooking the once small village of Agartha, and now a developing city, Tonto stands looking at all the activity going on in the city today. The people could be heard from below, faint echoes of the shouts and commands as they work with all their might this morning. The children would all be home sleeping at a time like this. No school today: the children would occasionally have days where there were no school. Pleased Tonto as well, however and no matter how much he loves his work, he also love vacationing. He has his fair share of morning over watch before he decides to make his way into the city for a morning mingle. Descending the rocky cliff, a path carved out directly to the city. As if this place has been traveled many times before him. Tonto is an only child: his mother and father still reside in Agartha, where they maintain a healthy and active role in society. Both parents, mom and dad were also school teachers when he was a child and has since moved on into a more suitable lifestyle. Growing old in the teaching field, and actually contributing to the school system that they currently have established, a great deal. The root's of Tonto go deep within the school system, not only within Agartha but other villages across the globe. He has taken voyages on his own a few times in the past and stumbled upon settlements that he help to established. Planting his roots in them as his parents and teacher did to him. Creating his own legacy and style of teaching, not to mention his own form of research and development has been fine tuned in a way that serves his students the greatest. He doesn't have any children. He often times feels as if having children would take away from the attention of the children at the school: he feels often like those children are his very own as well, and feels there is no reason to disturb that energy. Descending the mountain, he makes it to the city gates, where he enters and is greeted by townsmen and town ladies alike. Greeted and admired upon entering, Tonto enjoys his area in his community and furthermore really enjoys the rewards of it, that is being an educator in Agartha. HONNNK! HOOOOOOONNNK! two loud horn sounds reminded the people that the ship was departing, as the group of men loading the merchandise onto the next phase of transportation. Where they will be safely delivered to the people in need of the items. What a wonderful system Tonto thinks to himself as the people wave goodbye to the departing crewmen waving back from on board the ship. One last single departing HOOOOOOOOOONK! and just like that, all was back to normal. He knew pretty soon even the ships would become normal to the people as they grow complacent to the development to things that will soon be natural to them. Soon he will be able to tell tells even to the grown me, about the time before the completion of the sea transport. The wise young man feeling more liberated this morning, more liberated than ever. It must have been the view and the sea breeze that liberated his spirit this morning up on the hill or it could be the fascination he has for the community that he has grown more and more close to over the years. Good morning professor! a counsel man he has sat next to a few times at the school meetings he attends regularly, comes walking by with a crowd of people: shouting and waving like dear old friends. Moving with a crowd of people who appear to have objectives for today. He waves back shouting HELLO! as the counsel man and the group moved deeper into the city and becoming blended with the people in the background, unrecognizable and apart of mass. He sure loved his role in life, he thinks to himself. Once again, HELLO! another friend of Tonto passes by him: likewise he replies with another friendly greeting and they are once again on their way. One of his community friends has a café right next to the street. A few tables line the sidewalk right in front of his establishment. He can't help but feeling the desire to capture the energy of the morning so he decides he will enjoy himself a good cup of coffee this morning. The shopkeeper has the door standing wide open. The fresh breeze and the voices echoing from the streets was a wonderful work of art both in the shop and on the sidewalk out front. The breeze is cool and the people are happy, so Tonto takes a seat out front of the café and enjoys the morning. The voice of the people can be heard echoing from down the street: the sound reflecting from wall to wall, until it finally made it to his ears. The friendly gossip of the community, a sign of strength and vitality to him. People moving from one place to the other, purchasing their items or meeting their people. SIP! he enjoys his very pleasurable first sip of the day as the people of Agartha chattered in the background: perfection for him this morning as he enjoyed his moment. DOOMP! DOOMP! BOOMP! THUMP! THUMP! are the sounds of the footwear coming into contact with the stone sidewalk as more and more people pass by him with a sense of purpose. Some place to be perhaps, some purpose for the day he thinks to himself. He begins to remember how the village was when he was a child in comparison to what it is now: the progress over the course of a few years, or since he was a child in phenomenal. He imagines to himself how everything will turn out over the course of time, and how it will be especially in his older years. The shopkeeper has a few minutes to spare as the streets cleared and the shop grew silent, stepping out into to front of the store, he sees Tonto enjoying his morning brew. Hey. i'm glad you stuck around, you can keep me some company. The shopkeeper expresses great joy as he steps out then notices him sitting they expressing great joy with his cup. A wonderful thrill that it was to him their, really seeming to enjoy the service that was being provided. Benjamin is the name of the shopkeeper: they have known each other for a few years now, actually every since he was a child he could remember him in the city of then growing village. Benjamin is twice the age of Tonto and has specialized his mind in the mercantile sector, finally developed and the created this establishment. He remembers him as a child, when himself, his mother and father would come into to gather supplies: his father would have small talk with his dad and at that age he would sometimes joke around with, perhaps like a older Uncle or something like that. They have a seat together, as the sun rises above the hills, sharing small talk and laughter together. Benjamin couldn't sit long with him because of the success of his business. The customers wanted to enjoy their own cup. So as soon as the conversation begin, just like that, the morning was over: Benjamin returned to serving his customers after saying farewells, and Tonto returned to his moment of solitude. As the morning temperature begin to rise and the streets begin to settle as the people return to the places, he stands, takes a deep breath and begins to walk through the street. Admiring the moment, admiring the wind as it rolled from the hillside, compressing as it made contact with the buildings, compressing as it made it was down the street to impact Tonto at just the right time, on his lovely morning walk. Back in his classroom he prepares for the following classes. He pretty much stays at school, even on their vacation days: he sees his life is only for the children, school and the future so his home was his school as his home so to speak. In his mind there was no such thing work or b*****e: his life was from day to day, life was work and work was life. His day job as a teacher was more like his hobby rather than any kind of responsibility, consciously aware that his role has now become a part of his life. This is who is was and this is who he will always love to be, apart of the students that he works with. Sitting in his class he begins his work for a while, plundering through his desk, seeking previous tasks meant to be achieved. One of his friends and colleagues were also in the school of the vacation day. KNOCK! KNOCK! two silent knocks occurred at his classroom door. A friend of his noticed that he too was also completing work of the holidays, or rest periods for the school. Tonto invited her in an she took a seat. Miss charlotte is a young beautiful educator, with beautiful blond hair and blue eyes: and has for a while now showed a great amount of interest in Tonto. Growing closer together of the course of time knowing her. Very young and not to much older than himself his thinks to himself about the possibilities of a future with her as he is sure any other man of his kind would. They sit together for a while, sharing a smile and laughter: Miss Charlotte has always found Tonto very admirable and his simple and modern style of teaching really stands out to her. She would often times stand by his door after school and listen to him lecturing the students after class: she found him to be very, very qualified. He teaches everything, well his style of teaching influences and invokes all areas of wisdom and ages. They don't have a specific subject that their assigned to but they all possess their own innate wisdom of learning, teaching and students.Their current structure is very informative and productive to and for all the children. Charlotte is a substitute travelling teacher that travels throughout all the schools of Eden, to assist the students that may be lacking an educator for the day or perhaps someone has taken the day out of school for the day. Occasionally she would travel to other areas of the kingdom to teach but usually remains around home, which is Eden. Like Tonto, she is a single person with no children or responsibilities that enjoys life to the fullest. After a few hours of chatting and catching up for the day, Tonto decides to a is she would enjoy having lunch with with today: she kindly agreed to the proposal. He tidied up his room and they were off, off into the abyss of Eden, seeking adventure, seeking life and seeking a bite to eat for lunch. A park outlining the city has been established as a place for gathering and such. The kingdom of Eden has constructed a park with tables for the people to enjoy: the outdoor's, nature as well as scenic view of their homes landscape. Large timbers shaded the park from the burning ray's of the sun, keeping the inhabitants refreshed and protected from the elements and making their experience that of one worth remembering. They sit like two long-term friends, listening to the wildlife: the birds chirping, the wind blowing and the people just behind them in the market square continuing on with their day, completely unaware of the world that's becoming just outside the city gates. Charlotte asks him if he would be interested in taking a hike next week. In contrast to the seafront scene, their is a very nice lake just to the rear of the city that offers some very nice views of nature: a great place to really explore nature. Tonto was just thrilled as he could be to be invited out by Charlett. He thought that this is perfect. Spending time with her now and already planning for the future, he really becomes excited and even more content than even. Thrilled to be apart of her mind now, he really begins to plan for the perfect hiking trip now. They spend quite a while together, enjoying the day and catching up on life, before they both decide to call it a good evening. They say their farewells and say that they look forward to seeing each other after the vacation days are over and hopes that they can do it again sometime. The both enjoyed their farewells and went on their way. Charlotte was to be heading home likewise for Tonto. But just before they parted ways, he took the opportunity to walk her home. Saying that he wanted to maximise his his time with her. So just like that they were off into the world for another scene. Arriving at her front door, her home was as beautiful as she was. Elegant, clean and we'll respected, he wished her a happy day, told her he would see her back at school and made his way on with his day. Just before she closed the door, he spoke saying 'be thinking about the trip for next week's. She smiled, said 'of course' and CLICK! the door secured silently. He decided that he wanted to carry on with his day, and that he didn't see any reason for returning home at this current time, he still had a few hours of sunlight left and he felt better now more than he has ever felt. He decided to go ahead and take that short walk to scout the area around the lake, or to find a place to spend some time. I has been a while since he has walked up to check it out: he thought it wouldn't take that long, so he maximized the days experience. He was young enough, with plenty of energy so there was no need to deny the desire to. The lake scene was magnificent as always, with the birds chirping and a slight cool breeze, he thought that this could be a perfect trip together. Just to go ahead of the plan, he decided he would scout for a different area off the beaten path near the lakeshore. After only a few minutes of looking, he discover the perfect place to host the event. A perfect green area right near the shoreline, just beyond a thick patch of Woody forest. The grass seemed to grow right up next to the lake. The vibrant green lawn seem to harmoniously connect with the water's edge as the skyline at dawn touches the ocean's horizon. With the perfect Discovery made, a place to destinate to next week, Tonto makes his way home for the day. He thought what luck he has been experiencing. Thinking to himself, he still can't wait to find out what she comes up with or if something different comes to her mind. He thinks either way he sure is lucky to be planning with her. By the time he makes it home, the sun has fallen below the horizon and darkness has set upon the town. The nights are peaceful here with only a few nocturnal people that wanders the streets and alleys at night, usually boredom drives them from their slumber and they prance around the empire late at night, gazing and wondering up at the stars. The sky's grow brighter and brighter in Eden as the evening sets in: only low powered street lamps illuminate the path for people. A faint white glow could be seen illuminating the interiors of the apartments and homes, as the soft glow projected from the windows and onto the nearby buildings. The slowly darkening of the kingdom indicates the people are turning in for rest, one by one the homes go black as the the lights once illuminating the homes from the interior flicker before extinguishing into total darkness. His home is peaceful and calm. Tonto enjoys low light tea, reading and studying in his home as well. He has over the course of years constructed a perfect alter in his home, the library in with he sits in at all hours of the night enjoying the life and energy that he has created for himself. He sets up his alter for the night, which is a simple table or stand, his cup, pencil and paper, his tea and a soft glowing ambiance light. Inspiration, creativity, love, peace and happiness are only a few energies that are present in his library and present during his night hours of work. Secretly tucked away in a village far from the minds of anyone, his security is discovered in a low light setting writing about the things that he enjoys. Silence will fill his mind as he created the dialogue to the now and tomorrow scene. In these moments is the mind goes silent, peace and tranquility fills the void and the slumber rejuvenates his mind. The shadows dance around the room, being tossed about like spaceless matter as breaths of air from his lungs impact the flame of the candle. No sound, only the sound of his writing instrument being forced across the paper as his mind creates his stories automatically. From the heaven above, he hears a deep rumbled, a rumbled of a thunderstorm. BOOM! BUH! BA! BOOM! the home vibrates with enormous energy. FLASH! a bolt of lighting struck far in the distant. A thunderstorm approaches the kingdom tonight. The air becomes silent and still as he listens to the thunder in the background on the approach. The abrasive pencil being d**g across the paper is the only sound coming over the thunder. Before long he could hear the raindrops as they impacted the roof of his home. Faint tapping and flashes of light begin to fill the void as the thundercloud settles over Eden. The rain begins to call upon the night, bringing with it a calm and relaxing peace that envelops the imagination of Tonto as he sits, writing and listening. The tapping of the rain upon the city streets brought with it a certain healing power or energy to Eden. The people tucked safely away in their home, under their quilts and protected by any harmful thought or negativity. The city streets that lye tracked with the marks of the people of the day, soon to be washed away and no more. Only to begin tomorrow a new and exciting day, full of clean minds, streets and a fresh start to the day. The energy that lie dormant throughout the kingdom possesses an energy of his own, an energy like the rest of the globe, deserves it's very own story. The world at a stand still as the sky erupts with explosive force, is like the work of an artist's masterpiece as he strokes the canvas or whittles his way to divine inspiration. The strokes upon this kingdom is that of perfectness: beauty and harmony will reign in the days to come and only happiness will be allowed to take root upon it's people. His chamber is quiet, his mind is silent and the night grows more and more into a realm of divine hope and inspiration as the shadows dance a round at will. The anchored seacraft drift with the current and the waves: left to right and then back to the left, as the waves dance around freely In the sea. SPLASH! SPLASH! the waves collide with the docks and seacraft. Wave after wave engulf the shore as the thunder rumbled the night.His mind awakens after some time of writing. His mind fills with imaginary scenes that will not doubt spark the mind of any child that comes across it. Colors and laughter fills the void of his mind space as his story comes to life over a dancing candle flame. The laughter of the children in the schoolyard rings loud and clear in his mind. Perhaps the driving force for his inspirations. Caught between the rumbling of the sky and the flashing of the lightning, his mind is illuminated by the thoughts of his stories charters being exposed to the elements. Perhaps the storm was brought here just for the purpose, he thinks to himself as he builds up his notes. Switching to his artful form of expression, he turns to his collection of music and poetry for a while as he digests the night. The frequency of the night change as his style of writing does. The tone of the night shift from professor to poetic scholar with a purpose of expression. The inner man wishing to express the true nature of his heart, finding a direction through his nightly form of expression: he will also use these materials as an instrument of learning as well: teaching his students etiquette and ways of living or a philosophical foundation to begin their life. Even in his most sacred of space he can't help but think about the children, his life and ways of progressing forward with an anthropomorphic and successful manner. The thunder begins to cease and the flashes of light begin to appear further and further into the distance. The upset sky becomes calm once again and his energy returns to his original calm state. Now only the contact between the paper and pencil could be heard between the two: silence, stillness, the night grows to a complete standstill as he holds his breath for a moment to put into play the storyline just fabricated in his head. He would often get lost in his mind from time to time creating the storyline or developing a dialogue. Exhaling with force, his breath impacts his paper, pushing off, the eraser particles from a previous correction made. The room so silent and still, his breath deep and passionate, the sound of the featherweight eraser particles could be heard impacting the floor as they filed for safety of his breath. TAP! TAP! TAP! so still, so silent. He begins correcting the errors made, spelling clear and writing in plane bold letters. Clear and understandable for all those who may come into contact with his work in the future. Their is a special compilation of literature that he has compiled over the years in a hidden cabinet just behind him. Beyond his book shelves lie a secret hidden compartment that he safely stores all his occult teachings in. Tonto like many others in this story, has experiences that they keep to themselves, experiences like dreams and the witnessing of spirits and shadow figures that appear to be human. He takes these experiences very serious and believes that he is the only person to experience these sort of phanomanah. Developing himself in silence much like that of a younger Seth, he has yet to conquer himself and his monad, has yet to appear. His secret studies are not for the masses he thinks to himself, for they are not yet understandable. Current still unaware of the powers the globe possess, he is unaware of the possibilities on a large scale. While working his mind in secret: in secret meditation and other practices still underdeveloped, he has realized a connection to the energy that he feels and realizes that it has the potential to be taught. Currently unaware of the development already made by others within the study, he believes that he may be the only one and often feels isolated when remembering the notes taken. The profound affect one's life these teachings could have he often thanks to himself: but how to proceed with a subject of the subject is still unknown or even unclear, he is met with the question within himself everytime the professor from within takes over. Always looking for new and improved ways of presenting, thinking of new challenging ways that would further develop his way not only of learning but of teaching and studying. In reality, the night is young and he has plenty more subjects to work on and also a neverending list of things to achieve within his sanctuary. With the night sky clear again with no sign of thunder, lightning or rain, he makes his way outside to gaze into the stars yet again. Across the street from his front porch view, he could see the ship as it settles against the passing waves. A few people scatter the street at night, wandering around as he himself does often times. The night is quiet. The streets glisten with reflection of street lamps due to the cost of rain that has fallen upon it. Standing in the middle of the street, Tonto can see the reflection of the stars as they are reflected from the streets. Looking down at the ground, it offers him a perfect opportunity to capture an abstract image in his mind: one that resembles a mirror of the cosmos. Venturing back to the porch, he takes a seat, where he kicks back and watched the people and every now and again he could see one or two people. And just like that, as soon as they turned the corner to become visible, then just like that they would turn the next corner and be gone. Faded into the memories of Eden, faded into the back round and off into the night. Into the abyss, the unknown darkness beyond what his eyes could see and into a state of silence. The people where his own, his people that made up his service in his own eyes. They were his servants, his kings, his maids, brothers and sisters and people he could call his own. No different on the front porch, he draws his writing instrument and his paper and continues to write. Working the night away, working his mind away, working time away and satisfying the desire within. To the night was his life, his own time to sit and mingle with his own mind, to give his all, his heart and soul to his craft in one single sitting. Before to long he would be back at it: fully recovered from a long night of thinking, fixing and understanding. Once more time fades into obscurity, almost disappearing totally. TWERP! TWERP! a bird, the should of the daytime animals approaching. And then another and another, until he looks up to see that the sky has become a vivid blue and the sun was rising upon the horizon. Before he had know it, he has spent the whole night in studies again. Nothing new to Tonto, for he was a hard working student and educator. These nights happen often: drifting off into his creative mind, these are the ways that he makes breakthroughs or what he thinks is breakthroughs, often times are the product of an active professor with a very active imagination. Seeing the day for what it was, he now gets his mind in gear and prepare for the day that lies in store. With no sleep at all and a full night's study concluded, he feels confident that a job well done was completed. With no idea of the day and still on vacation, he heads inside, gathering a few items and heads out the door. He wants more coffee and he knows just where to get it. Benjamin would surely be at work at this time of the morning. The streets were beginning to fill with people as the sun begin to climb higher and higher into the sky yet again. CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! the sound of a trolley being pulled across stone pavers signified the movement of the market and the busy start of the morning. Continuing to their places once more, to begin the day, to be apart of what they all know and to grow and develop as a people. He steps inside once again just like yesterday. He orders as he did the day before, the same style drink for the morning. Watching and waiting, he really enjoys the day yet again. Eden delivering on what he knew to expect: perfectness in every way possible. Just beyond the table in which he sits, are a few birds that would occasionally fly down from nowhere, pecking around on the grown as if foraging for wild seeds. This made a lovely addition to his morning. A fresh sight unseen yesterday, he begins to think about bird seeds and if they would come closer to him if he only fed them. Just about that time, Benjamin comes walking out of the store wearing a gigantic smile. Happy, thrilled and ready to start his morning. They will develop their relationship as they grow closer and closer together: talking about guy stuff that is sure to wow any listener. Women, the beauty of the city and how ready they are for tomorrow. Both reminding each other that today is also a good day to focus on as well. They both laughed at the humor of it all. It all being the wonders of their magnificent creation and how they contribute each other. Benjamin begins to speak about children to Tonto: wondering if he's interested in becoming a father. Asking the question in a rather peaceful way to the inner workings of man. Tonto smiles and expresses with great joy YES! of course I would love children, if only I could find the right women. Benjamin smiles and takes a seat beside Tonto.