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| He watered the garden again at twilight with a mist....and once again it began to sing. It was all too much for me....and I went to his cottage again to inquire the meaning of who "she" was.
He smiled at me amidst his geometry and answered, "She is who you heard in the night." "I only heard an echo," I replied...... He smiled, "That is she.....Echo.".....and then he handed me a scroll of parchment so old that the lines of ink had faded long ago into the skin and could only be read held to the light. It was from an English bard reciting the ballad of the nymph as handed down from Romans...from the Greeks...and from those who had possessed the lands before Homer was birthed upon the stage of the world. The words spoke of the maiden captured by the mountain nymphs and called her name Echo. She worshipped virtue in women and declined time and again the advances of the Olympian gods which her sister nymphs succumbed to. Her virginity was her treasure not to be stolen away in the night for mere men's pleasure. It was Zeus in adultery having his way with her sisters that Hera, the wife of the god questioned her of her husband's actions.....and Echo to protect her sister's virtue spoke long to delay Hera from finding out. The wife being furious at being deceived cursed the woman that her voice would never be her's again...but only be heard repeating what others called. Echo was literally speechless.....but soon fell hopelessly in love with the most beautiful of men...but she could never tell him of this love. His name was Narcissus and in vanity upon seeing his reflection in a pool fell hopelessly in love with himself.....and he spurned Echo's affections until in pining away for her lost love she simply wasted away until only her voice remained in the desolate places of the earth. I looked at Dan as he was placing what looked like crystals in a most complex grid.......and each one seemed to be capturing the twinkling of the stars to it's center point. He walked over to me and held up the scroll....showing me a faint image at the bottom of a woman and stated, "That is Echo." She looked like a star of heaven like most women do......all the same and yet how does one discern her from all the others. Dan could see my perplexity in all of my conundrum before me which he was presenting. He answered without asking, "I had always known she was there...I didn't need to see her to fall in love with her.....I always loved her without knowing her......I am bringing her back.......I will love her even if she never loves me.....I will be her poetic knight...... if the world is content her voice is of others that fades away.....I will not be.....I will be her champion and return to her what was stolen. I will bless that which was cursed." The only thing I could muster was, "How?" "Nemesis the great judge holding the balances upon seeing Narcissus vanity passed sentence so that he tried to reach out and touch his reflection in a pool which he so adored....but in doing so his image faded.....so he passed away in loosing his lost love.......but when the nymphs came to light his pyre....all that remained was the flower which bears his name," he answered. "The flowers in the garden!," I exclaimed. "Yes," he said with a knowing smile......,"Not him, but the enticing essence of his being.....she will come to the essence." "But they sing," I blurted out. "Ley lines," he stated, "The garden is planted on an ancient earth power grid.....the flowers are enhanced by the light and their fragrance sings in color to beckon her forth from the waste places." "All of this?," I asked pointing to his prism structure. "Metatron cube," he said studying it. "meta what?," I asked |