A Mystic's Garden

Chapter 18

12 years before. A week has passed since he closed his eyes. Sitting Indian style deep within the mountain range right on the outer village of Agartha. Seth is more and more involved now than he has ever been with his meditations and studies. Fueled by leading councilmen and a desire to achieve, he has never given up his practice, only focused harder and harder. Seth as a part of his self-initiated self tough, also alone with the teachings of teachers and classmates, would oftentimes go on adventures and seek higher council during meditative sessions. He has been attempting to develop a spirit essence that he heard from a legend long ago. More of an inner harmony teaching, capital of being achieved by anyone. Making the attempt to further transform his mind Seth often looks at it as if it were conditioning his own mirror or inner image. In silence for hours and hours at a time sometimes while in his sessions he has been developing himself for as long as he could remember. For the past few months, Seth has been getting more and more signed that has been pointing him in the right direction, signs that say he is getting closer and closer to a breakthrough. The temple Masters has done a very great service in preparing him not only for themselves but also for his future. The olden masters or grandparents and great grandparents within the people were the ones that the others or people in the village would look to for guidance. When Seth was a child, an old lady in the village of Agartha discovered him sitting at the entrance to the village. A few wooden tree trunks had been buried in the ground just to the right of the main path craved out by foot over the years entering the city. Buried a few feet in the ground and towered well over 10 feet or so: the trunk was used as the beginning and the markings of the beginning of construction to a specific entry area to the community. Seth set there as what appeared to be a baby barely big enough to crawl but demonstrated clearly he was able and of age to crawl. Not much older than a year or two, an older woman spoke up after the discovery was made. I will take him, she says. An older woman in the village, one who is able and ready to take of him. Nobody says anything or even said anything after she picks him up and claims him. The scene caused a great disruption in the heart of Agartha. An older woman has been helping develop the city and has grown up around this same area as all the other locals have. She takes the child from home to home, asking people if they would claim him if not he would be hers, and after a few days of stirring up enough attention from the people, that they eventually reinforced her decision to take him in as her own. There was no other way, a good person would only do what's right, so the decision was made and the majority decided, regardless of the majority, she was not gonna leave a baby outside abandoned, alone and with no hope: that would have made all that would have worsened the situation. Sofia was an older woman a hundred and one years of age, single, alone, and experienced as well as healthy and able enough to take care of him herself: so she took the opportunity. Sofia is the source of all his mystic wisdom, knowledge and every other teaching he has received. As a young boy, he was introduced to all the higher members of elder councils and higher adult learning. Sort of setting him apart from all the rest, not only by nature but as well as by education. His childhood was perfect to him and he even understood the complex dynamic in which he was born into. And at an early age, he was gifted with the most profound desire to live and express himself through life and through living it. He enjoyed every moment of every day. And when it came to school, he adorned school and enjoyed absorbing as much as possible. Always had a good report with the students and teachers, and learning was something that seem to come quite natural to him and everyone that encounter him in a way. He usually left a trail of success everywhere he went: no doubt turning out to be a true test, meaning and lesson to the people of the land. Excelling naturally with the community, the people and the work involved in running a neat and cleanly village. Tonto, his first-ever friend and classmate at school, was only a few years older than he but however, they grew mighty close to each other. Becoming best friends from the start, the first day of school when he finally grew into the age of attendance, Tonto was there to hold his hand soda say: moreover don't mistake Seth for a weakling, even on his first day he had moments of overwhelming confidence, he sometimes felt egotistical, sarcastically making pun at Tonto on leadership. Very rapidly at the beginning of the relationship to express his independence and willingness to follow at the same time. It was a good thing too: two young men inspired by the actions of the other, taking on the characteristic to note and highlight admiration then quickly retreating to say I'm like you, independent, content and willing to learn new people, exciting things, and to grow and to be open. Only a microsecond in the grand time of things, plenty enough time for two smart young and well-to-do students to understand. By the end of the school year, they were best friends and influencing people in all the right ways as s functional element. So much so that all their peers took notice of their excellence in his very first week. The two grow inseparable in the years that will come to pass. Learning together, fundamental for life and how to function properly. The two boys at a young age become interested in teaching and building principles in man: so much so they they inspire to become teachers some day, or at least these are the traits that seem to spring from their mind. Wildlife, the village development and management including the schools and other functions like the library and others: they wish to share the experience in the development of. They enjoyed all attributes of their existence. Professor Plato, Sofia and Moses were all elders at a time when things were not so developed: during this the streets were still soil snap their were nowhere as near as many people as they are during the present day in the story. On a good weekend day the young boys would seek after adventure into far reaches of the wilderness in hopes of exciting the inner curious nature within. Sometimes they would they would venture out into the wilderness, just beyond the village entrance, through a narrow trail, past the home of old man Moses and on up through trees and on to the river. The young would satisfy their cravings for curiosities, by exploring the vast reaches of the landscape. The undeveloped inner spirit of the children grew unrestrained for their whole childhood. Natural roaming spirits within the young men kelp them active and seeking the newest of the newest adventures in life. At this point in time the blacksmiths where just beginning to craft specially designed hooks that really increased the catch rate of fish. The boys though it was a rather ingenious idea. A metal Barb, curved with place to tie the live, a sharp point, a string and some crickets and grasshoppers: only a few hours work the day before and just like magic, they had landed some sweet pan fish for the evening. But no the day was not over the boys was only just beginning, they still had the hole day planned before that big day dream. Right outside of the home of Moses the boys pass by on the river bank, as Moses stands at his coffee bar window watching. The children expressed the most profound smile and amazing energy. Not the first time and surely not the last, he has watched them pass by many morning with the very same same smile on their face. They also had their very own secret fishing spot that they would exploit as well, a few miles up the river, they young boys would have to swim across and down, as if there were targeting the sandbar. They had already mastered the entry and landing depending on river depth. Just a few hundred feet up the river from the sandbar they would enter. With the most profound smile on their face and the hook, line and bait in the other: they enter the river and the current takes over. With relentless 1 and a half handed strokes and what seems to be a never ending supply foot thrusts to propel them closer and closer to their targeted area. The current would do most of the work as the stayed afloat: placing them right on the sandy river sandbar almost in the same area as last time and the time before that. Climbing out of the water, they of course were soaked and wet, this is ok to, they enjoyed it. Tonto shouts out loud, hey Seth, I do believe it's the river level that's controlling our speed and projected target. He agreed without a doubt, at the same time was sure glad the river sandbar offered a large playing surface, so if they under or over shot their landing this would be fine to. They would set their for hours enjoying a good day, laughing, smiling and enjoying the moment. The sound of their voice could be heard echoing up the river and back down again. Some mornings they would be crept up on by the villagers drifting their excitement and overwhelming happiness. Drifting by in silent and nearly invisible as they floated alone in silence and content. They would only wave and laugh as the passerby's would do the same, only later on to be seen passing through town bearing the same smile. Today they would spend some time exploring the wilderness, checking on a few rabbit traps and then eventually topping out the evening with the fish they catch hopefully. Sofia would be waiting on them back home to prepare the dinner if they catch any. That is usually the way that it went and has been going that way for a while. She would be waiting them. By the time they run out of fish bait, they are all full of fishing and nearly dried off by the time. No need to worry though, they would have to return to the water before they could make it back home anyway. One, two, 3 and SPLASH! the morning on the sandbar was totally concluded the moment they splashed back down in the water. Kicking and peddling with all their life, faster and faster until, yelp! you guessed, the other side of the sandbar would come quickly as long as they kelp swimming. Old man Moses was out by his garden, witch overlooked the river. His view was the best in his own opinion. He watched as the 2 young happy boys come walking by without a care in the world. Moses shouted out from over his garden hedges, witch was only separated only by a few feet of hedges. A most extraordinary place to rest and relax. 'Hey good morning my friend's they happily respond, 'good morning Mr.Moses' as they wave at each other while they keep on moving about their way. Through the village streets they get a lot of attention as they can't can hide the fish they have cough. Seth speaks up saying, the next time they go fishing that he wanted to take the back road or the trail that cut in through the woods further down the the river. Heading in the same direction, directly to his caretakers home, the home of Sophia. It would bypass them via the city and the would approach from the rear of his home. He says that when everyone looks at him with all the fish it possess a sort of strange energy. He understood, people would say that it may be too much pagan: he wanted to express much clearer signs to the people that he was a quality leader, or at least they would never remember him as the child with fish on a string. Tonto thought that it would be a rather interesting energy to possess as a developing town or village. Also that the children would help develop a harmonious nature between the childhood activities that helped develop the inner mind of men and the community development that would eventually developer as they grew. Personal preference they could both highlight clearly the traits they possessed that would not doubt deliver to them prosperity. The two young men also expressed readiness help to develop the village, Eager and ready to create, that laugh and ponder their way toward home. The weather is of a cool morning, low humidity with a cool breeze coming in right off from river, partly cloudy with no change for rain this morning. The market that was beginning to form within Agartha was at a beginning stages of development. Their were a few people beginning to centralize all their activities. One person who grew a lot more than what they needed, and another wouldn't have to much of a different thing and then so and and so forth. Until they current had a small cropping operation. Supplying a few local families with grains and breads for their meals. They thought it was pretty cool. They make it back home and is greeted by caring smile of Sophia, who had been awaiting their return. She has adapted her lifestyle to the lifestyle of the ones she calls her own. They have been making it a habit lately, going fishing on the same day now for quite a few weeks: she wasn't sure of the time in which they would return but had a good idea of the approximate time. Greeted by the smile on her face and the smell of fresh baked bread and sugar cookies, uplifted their spirit to a new high of the day. And the smell of the sugar cookies put them into a state of holy tranquility the moment he walked into the energy. Sofia took the fish from them as they changed into suitable clothes for the evening. There was a very special occasion planned for the evening, an occasion full of splendid vitality. Professor Plato was coming over tonight to give a lecture on the importance of certain principle. An astrologer and astronomer that is a lover of the initiated pupil or the students who seems after the wisdom themselves soda speak. It has turned out to be a perfect day in the mind of the students. They had enough fish, milk and cookies for everyone, and tonight they pick up where they left off with their studies. Plato was a very gusted man that took interest in the students at a young age. They expressed characteristics of the latter very early on in life: excelling in intelligence, wisdom and intellect, as well as great people skills this also as well was expressed very early on. Sophia and Plato were united at the time of his Discovery, and this also was a phenomenon to Plato. There was no way he was gonna allow this opportunity this opportunity slip his grasp. He has been their for him his whole life and has supported her every since the beginning when she first come knocking on every door in the village seeking the creator of the child. And after he got all the details of the occurrences, he was in full support for her decisions. And just like that Plato got to work, beginning the process of shaping the schools, libraries and all the other aspects as he knew they would occur. A few hours later after the young men were settled safely inside the there was a solid knock at the door around dusk. KNOCK! KNOCK! a simple know, that also carried with it the signature of the expected guest. Plato was knocking and Sophia invited him in with a embracing hug and warm welcome. She enjoyed seeing the children learn and develop as they grow. She as happy they were coming into fruition from the most highly though after of the time. They had the most perfect pattern developed. They have been charting the the celestial bodies in the sky together now for a few years. At night, on the days they would have class, they would like out beneath the stars, taking notes by candlelight, naming, claiming and hoping to see a few shooting stars or comments and asteroids pass overhead. Plato had tough them at an early age, so looking up into the sky was easy for them as soon as they learned all the words that define what they were seeing: gaining them the leading edge on wisdom and knowledge of the time. The growth and decay of the moon cycles, orbiting globes and other unidentified celestial bodies. Of course the whole subject has only recently come into development to them, and only a few years ago did it all begin to make sense to their mind. He also sides them in other studies that we're very important to the human mind and their development. After a few hours under the stars, they would return inside where a late supper would be waiting. she would prepare the evening over a heated element, as she would patiently await class to end for their students. Over the drink, chat and meal for the night they all recapitulate on the evening notes and adventure. Plato was associated with the caretakers of Tonto, and had earlier stopped by their place of residence and updated them: well more of a double confirmation, they had already know the scheduled pattern. They usually orchestrate it all behind the scenes any, didn't need any misplaced students or children as far as that matter is concerned. However the council maintained a well organized information system. Tonto went first: so excited tro express his questions, and his emotions. Ready to consolidate all in one evening. Seth followed after listening with patience to Tonto. Then back and forth they would go: laughing and carrying on with the moment. Plato would engage as if his inner mind returns to a inner youth, followed by him expressing the the same manner, and in the same youthful energy. Sofia, would smile, laugh and then ask as many questions as she could think of, to probe into absorbed notes of the gentleman and soon to be scholars within. Like every family of the land, they were calm and collected, peaceful and full of hopeful joy. Plato would bring with him a very ancient and antique lamp that he had crafted by hand himself when he was younger. A very special oil lamp that he would bring with him on nights like tonight, the first of it kind actually. The lamp glowed with a high pitch frequency, all custom. Custom wick, custom oil and the light even glowed with vivid radiant hue. He informs them after long hours of conversation like many nights before that he has to call it a night. of course, the evening didn't suddenly come to an abrupt end, they gradually built it to the moment, only at this current moment the author struggles to fabricate a scene what would mirror of synchronize with the first scene, after all the highlight of the night was stargazing. Downstream of Sofia and Moses was the home of Plato. He was a man of walking: his lamp shone brightly everywhere he went. He could be seen on full moon nights as well as nights that only the stars shown in the sky: carrying with him the lamp and all it's essence. Illuminating the riverbank as he slowly walks, one step at a time, one pupil at a time and effecting everlasting change with every step. TAP! TAP! TAP! slow and delicate foots sounded as he makes it into his front porch of his home. By now everyone in the village is sleep. All alone the river the crickets and bullfrogs could be heard chirping and calling out into the night. No doubt fashioning the universe for themselves. Their spectacular sounds echoes through the forest, reaching the deepest parts of man's inner nature. Inside he settles into his chair, in his chair he will sit in silence, listening to the outdoors and the birds in flight as they soar over the landscape seeking a night snack. The radiation from his fireplace could be heard crackling and popping in the background as he sit their alone in silence. He'll sit their and read for a while as he taking down notes on thoughts that seem to even leave him wondering where they came from. Their isn't much to do around these parts at these times of the night. Roaming about the wilderness like natural spirits of the soil. Dreaming about things that he could come up with next. Back up the river the young men were settling in on the nightly bed. Just moving around and getting themselves settled in for the night. Their day had left them full of adventure and wonder. Sophia happy and thrilled to have the company of the developing youth and community, as well to be working with. The snuggle in to the warmth generated beneath the comforter that surrounded them, pulled their pillow close and closed their eyes. KOCKADOODLE DOO! the next morning came quicking with the rising of the sun, the chickens outside the home delivered to the them a real connection to nature. Sophia could be heard in the background preparing breakfast for the soon to be waking. They never said much about today last night, however she new they would have something planned for today if they weren't going to school. Most of the time she didn't know, like we mentioned earlier, they have been expressing such professional behaviours their whole life, and also adds the independence alone self reinforces itself. When young men act like full grown professors, and have been doing so for year: not to mention they found him at the gate, how much more independent could a boy or young man be. They were up and out of the house before the sun reached the top of the canopy. The village streets begin to move as the day develops, the eyes of the people watch the young men as they move throughout the city. Waves go out to everyone every morning, as they move through the hearts and minds of the people as they grow. A brisk wave and a quick 'we'll see you later' running out the door, on their way towards their next adventure for the day. They had a natural tendency to explore their inner desires. The desires that would spring from some of the great tales told by their watchmen. There are seeds deep within their minds, from the past: stories of magick, caves and kingdoms, sorcery and planetary travel. Kingdoms that grown from the soul, spirits manifesting from thin air a and time travel. Their guiding principles was what stood out not only to themselves as they recognize their powers, but they begin to recognize the people recognize them. These dynamics fueled principle developments within the developing mind of the living organisms of Pangaea. Their were a few other children within the community that they would often play with. Sometimes after class they would they would go over to their place and spend time with them their. The friends they met as youth was never interesting in the things they were, and they never wanted to go out into the wilderness to explore either. They make their way up the hillside and up through the trees. A few miles into the forest they stumble into a cave system they had never explored. Trees towering over the village from the top of the mountains. Inside the cave system the young men explore the depths of Pangaea. Seeking out and discovering their place in existence. Above yet another arial bird soars freely: seeking out, watching and being free as any nature spirit could be. On the top of the hill, they look out upon their village, dreaming and admiring the moment. Sofia out back in her own little world as well. She like all the people that inhabits the land,they has to work the soil provided to make progress: outback in hergarden, her fruits and vegetables were beginning their stages of fruition. She would do some harvesting and maintenance to their chickens. Collecting eggs and preparing for the days ahead. Her irrigation was most perfect: with the home nestled right on the river bank, their gardens remained in the most top quality condition. Their earnit hard work alone with the natural resources, make for a really nice collection and variety year around. They worked hard on their garden and not to mention Tonto and Seth both are active alone side them. Small boulders tumble down the hillside, leaving behind them a trail of dust as they rolled down the hill into the deserted platough below. Deserted being brought forward to inform the reader that the gentlemen would never careless roll rocks off the mountaintop without of course knowing for sure. Moreover their were nothing to worry about, all was safe and secure. Plato back home wonders around his garden doing the exact same things, except he sleeps in late sometimes, so he would be still in the bed when they were even at the highest point of the mountain on some days. There was a trail on the outside of town that facilitated an area for travelers to rest for some time. Wooden tables and a few benches were constructed and posted their a few years ago. They would sometimes venture out to the rail and sit and wait to see if they could meet any new passerby that would often time pass by. They have seen and met some really friendly faces just by waiting for them. A simple exercise that has seem to inspire their mind, also they have used the function as a means of entertainment for their dreams in a way. The last time they were here, a beautiful young lady stopped for a rest with her parents of course, a while back. They shared a very intellectual together and then as soon as they met, discovered and become friends, just like that they were gone off into the vast spaces of Pangaea. Every since this happen the first time they were totally hooked on the imagination. They were locked into the mind of each other, and now would wonder their whole life what ever happen to those seeds of information. Sending out parts of their mind and soul with the people they would connect with. One time Sophia and they at here for a while and this was when she really discovered the development of the people and how we all have been growing. Over natural evolution of time, foot traffic has been increasing as well as horse and buggy travel. The growth of the people was slowly growing and they actually met quite a large group of good people here in this very same spot. Only a decent hobbie and nothing more, but a very dreamy and productive hobby. They will make their way back through town, waving and saying hello to all they few and could see. Finally settling in a place out of the sun and from the heat of the day, eventually making their way back home to settle in to repeat. From the top of the highest hillside to the lowest parts of the lake, the young men rested their souls their as their home. The next week Tonto would host the trips and the topics and so on and so forth. Time spent these during these times with Sophia and Plato are well with and desired. Tonto being a single son, his parents never cared about the company that he hosted, as long as they were positivity. They had no need to worry, their past proved this. More than likely they would be spending time together next week, hosted by Tonto probably a special occasion or study. They enjoyed using their constructive creative imagination in as many ways as they could utilize. He followed him all the way home at the end of the day, and as they departed they planed to reunite the following week. Picking up where they left off, and creating a new. Emerging into his home, Sophia stood there to greet him. Smiling at his smile, entranced by his lean it style and attitude as he develops into the young man that would not doubt reflect not only her qualities as amplified, however his own as well. ONce more they sit alone, still and in silence before on another. The precious plate of food before the, as they blessed it and gave thanks for their nourishment and for each other. Tomorrow would surely deliver a new lesson and a new objective in life. Another day to plan a new, to meet a new and to start over. The garden to develop, the fruit to harvest, the vegetables to to wash and a whole host of other ways that they can use their creative mind. She went to bed first, and he takes her in.