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| "A demon named metatron divulged the secrets of the tree of life to the children of men lost from God.....which is the genetic vibrational light frequency which will change humans to immortals. It is what the cultists have worshipped for centuries with their sacred geometry......they have sought to become immortal without God which is sin......I seek to use the mathematical secret which I have solved to bring back the woman I love....and ask her if she will love me.......," Dan trailed off and went to the window and looked out into the night.
"This thing you have here will bring her to life?," I asked. "She has always been alive......she just needs to flower.....to taste of the fruit of life.....to be of the spiritual Eve matrix..... to dawn anew to life again......to unite the whisper of her heart once again with her now bones of stone," he explained......trying to make me understand. "That is what those things are scattered in the bottom of the pool!," I exclaimed again in knowing,"Those are bones!" Dan laughed, "Rock salt I carved into a skeleton......I presumed if God changed Lot's wife to a pillar of salt....that ending was a purpose I would use to begin Echo with in reverse." I was moved by his devotion......and for that reason I placed faith in this menagerie which seemed madness.....but then Columbus was deemed mad too once upon a time. "What can I do to help?," I asked....knowing that my intelligence could not fathom what he had spoken......but believed in my heart that I had to have a purpose in all of this as even fate had directed me to be living where I was......a place for Echo to be come home. He handed me a note on yellow paper.....and beckoned me to read it to her in the night....and went back to work on his prism of life. I ventured into the dark.....somehow the night reminded me of the nights on the plains in which the cold even seemed to make the stars sing in crackling splendor as their lights twinkled into a frozen frost of artistic whims of the Angels at play for God's glory. By the olive oil lamps fragrant with rose, I fumbled for my speaking voice......it seemed so small in the vastness of the unknown evening which I was now a part of. "I had not known my heart beat until the moment of you,"......I spoke his words into the night. "It was as if then my pulse joyed in ways I never knew. Who is this woman who is my mystery? Who is such a woman who could quicken me? If love is the question of a pondering heart Then love is the answer in knowing of you I am a part My life now has reason that only you know For you to be my voice and I your echo. If it helped to beg of your love then I would beg you If it helped to plead for your love then I would plead true If it helped to implore for your love then I would do more For I would pray for your life in the evanescence of before.........." and I swore that softly I heard the word "before" echo back to me through the night. My pulse quickened and I wanted to call out to Dan.....but I was afraid I would ruin with my words the countenance of prose which now shone upon her....she was really out there....she was listening and the prose was breathing her to life. |