The morning of the six thousandth year brought something that had never happened before. The sun rose, but the garden did not notice. The light came from everywhere at once. The source stone, the song threads, the water, the stones, the community itself, all were glowing with the same radiance. The garden had become light. The light had become the garden. There was no separation between the physical and the spiritual. There was only presence. There was only now.
Deirdre and Fergal had become part of the garden's awareness long ago. The current weavers of awareness were a pair named Siobhan and Padraig. They did not think of themselves as leaders or guardians or weavers. They did not think of themselves at all. They simply were. They were the garden's presence. They were the now.
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