A Mystic's Garden

Chapter 3

A week later Seth emerges from the cave system with what he needed, the messages from within and a refreshed state of mind, ready to fulfill his task. They return home, through the village, pass the markets and back into the safety of there home. Seth and his monad was tasked with a set of instruction while in temple. 'Travel east' into to jungle. The message was enough to move them from within. While back  home they got 2 weeks worth of supplies, some dehydrated fish, a few pieces of bread, his bow and a few arrows, a cup and a bowl then topped up his canteen. The message wasn't much, but considering the source of the message, it was divine, earthshaking and filled there mind with wonder, dreams and creative potential that refills there life force from the depths of their soul. He's been waiting a while to receive that message. They gather papers and some writing supplies as well: tidied up his area and informed the professors and community elders of his exodus so the classrooms remains coordinated. They weren't sure how long to prepare for but they knew it would be a great trip. These trips are spontaneous and often time's a surprise. They would often times venture off into the jungle when the children weren't in school or when they at a stage of maturity and needed to prove their tribal independence as maturing young adult. Hunting for fresh meats and to gather certain jungle fruits at specific stages of their life. Seth isn't sure how long the trip will take, in reality he don't really care because these trips were assigned by god and the potential of the trip and the instructions was far beyond his understanding. Believing the source of wisdom, and trusting his monad he would never question the reasons of the architects, only grateful for the chosen tasks assigned. Feeling blessed to be the chosen one, they enjoy a moment of silence in prayer: grabbing his satchel, a bag designed to carry small items and to be thrown over his shoulder, they head off into the jungle once more. They make it to the peak of another mountain range by nightfall, about five miles to the east of Agartha. The night sky is so bright by this time, more stars in the night sky than he could count. When he was a child he was blessed to be taught astrology by professor Plato who has since passed on. One of the greatest astrologers endowed and blessed with the wisdom and knowledge of the heavens and planets contained in the night sky. All the greatest minds before himself were also chosen by the creators: endowed with the intelligence's to shape and formulate the greatest earthly hosts. Wise men chosen by god to teach and lead there children in the right direction, towards the highest transcension and onto the next step of the evolutionary ladder. He knows the layout of the night sky as it correlates with the directions and time of the year. This connection to the night, keeps him connected to his past memories. Memories of his teachers, his leaders, memories that are dear to him as they connect him to the ones he loves. He remembers the tails of comets as a child, and how some of these comets are actual unidentified and are actually intergalactic transport vehicles, and how there's reasons beyond his comprehension that continue to remain mysteries. These reasons come from a spirit god more greater than his monad: reason unknown to even a great force such as Shankardishariah. The ways in which the monad serves is with channeled messages from a higher spirits. Knowledge of the planetary system, wisdom of the spirits, company to Seth and as divine supreme intelligence alone with other higher faculties that makes him vastly more intelligent than Seth. But also as new and as ignorant to the truth and of the unknown realities. They are both brand new students when instructed by the higher forces. They lie there for a while pondering and being creative, dreaming up possibilities beyond our realm. Shankardisariah speaks of past ages, past kings and past planets that have come and gone. There memories are different than that of man and there experiences, perceptions and reasons for being also shift and change with the character of their assignments. They take turns talking about the fields of grain, the fruit orchards and the reasons why they enjoy the fishing trips. Alone with hopes and curiosities of bringing back to Agartha new and exciting leanings. The professors would love that. How excited the students would be to learn a topic or way of thinking. Maybe even perhaps other species of intelligent beings. Some time back they discovered not to far from Agartha, near a village known as Shangri La. Next to a lake: A never before seen or tasted fruit tree. One that delivered a new and exciting taste to the whole community. It made such a great impression, that in only a few years they had orchards in production. Enough new fruit for the whole earth in only a few years. The tree had just manifested and appeared in a area that people often ventured to, almost as the tree magically appeared for the people just to be discovered. The sound of the wind could be heard rolling through the mountain valley that they rest upon. Nocturnal insects released the sound of there call as the wind impacted the tree canopy. They fall asleep under the starry night sky dreaming about the majestic energies in store for their journey. Where will they end up? who will they meet? what does the creators have in mind? The next morning they awaken to the sounds of wild pheasants scratching around, and sounding out near the camp just near the wood-line. Seth scurries to his feet, and runs into the wood-line just behind the camp. He hoped he would be able to circle around, or at least approach the birds from there side to minimize exposure and decreasing the chances of being spotted. He made it to where he thought the birds were at, in the direction near where he originally spotted and heard them but it was to late they had already spotted him on the approach and flew for cover. It's was a moment of excitement for Seth: he heads back to his camp site to gather up all his items in preparation for journey continuation. They begin there tract after gathering up all the materials, heading east they descended the hills, into another valley where the forest was a lush tropical green and a small river carved through the center. Not a rapid stream or a large river, but a stream 1 to 3 inches deep, that flowed over smooth light gray stones. Some round, smooth and flat while others, light blue and round, grey and others presenting a full spectrum of color. All sharing the same features, all having a extreme smooth surface: like the water possesses  its own special creative power. A very beautiful scene in a very beautiful land. At the base of the valley they stop to take a breath of air and a fresh drank of water: the descent only had taken a few hours, when suddenly Seth hears what sounds like wild game. Possibly the birds from camp this morning. Just at the edge of the wood-line he spots them, the birds from this morning. Now is his chance! Seth grasps his bow with a firm grip, prepares his arrow wile tiptoeing closer and closer. Finally he steps into range of the game. Seth draws his bow, aims true and calm, says a silent still prayer in the moment of the decision and lets go of the string.