I am sharing this with you my dear brothers from the silver shores of this virgin world. I call it Eden. Father whispered the name to me. I do not remember much of how I got here or where I come from but my heart remembers you, my dear brothers. I remember falling and landing beside another being; a beautiful jewel, a singing Bird curious and joyful. Her name is Eve. She is unstoppable, incredibly energetic. She walks this world all day, discovers its fauna, its flora and transforms all she finds into something useful. She found this place where we camp at the edge of the fruitful forest, the rich golden fields and the silver beaches near an endless ocean. In this place we are abundant. She moves around followed by her curious creature friends cooking us delicious foods from the forest or the water, making jewels from the shells, learning about the use of local plants. She made me these parchments and this ink I can write you with. I have to admit I have not been the best of partners. At first, I built us a shelter at the edge of the forest with a view on the crashing waves. Now I mostly sit and look at the horizon in silence. As the days and nights go by I realize something is missing. I miss the brothers I don’t remember. Somehow, with all these beauties surrounding me and the joy I experience being with Eve, I realize a part of me is missing yet it is dancing and singing and stringing pearls next to me.
One day, I was up before the dawn and ready to leave on my own expedition. If I was going to be here longer, better I learned more about this world. I planned on going north past the golden fields toward the tall, grey, snowy mountains. I said goodbye to the Princess. I call her that because it is clear to me that she is royalty. She cares for the welfare of everyone and everything she comes in contact with. She smiles when I call her that.
I walked North on the beach to avoid the heat of the Golden fields. It’s becoming more rocky as I lose sight of the forest and the camp. I climbed the cliff back to the land when the beach became a sharp, rocky field at the feet of an increasingly abrupt cliff where violent waves came crashing. I sat there by the cliff and slept I think, lulled into unconsciousness by the song of the water. It was night when I opened my eyes again. The moon was full overhead and the land was lit by blue light. I could see as clearly as if it was day. I sat and next to me was a tall and magnificent black bird of prey. It was eating fishes and sometimes stopping to look at me. It made me feel alive. I felt more happy than I felt since I got here. This presence was familiar. When it was finished with its dinner, it spread its wings and jump off the cliff. I stood up as I saw it soaring up high above me and heading, like I, for the mountain’s peak. I walked and climbed without rest. This place was immensely peaceful and silent. There was no plants, no creatures just bare rocks whispering among themselves and with the wind who was King up there. I reached the summit by the end of the next day. I sat smiling and satisfied at last, like I had found myself again. My hunter friend was circling overhead and finally landed near me. He had followed me in my ascend, guiding me and encouraging me with its cry. Now we were together again though I wish I had also wings to soar above this world in his company. From my perch, I could see the golden fields, the dense forest, a vast plain and black mountains much farther south. The ocean is lying east from these mountains to those mountains with a short portion of the coast being my comfortable beach. I did not see any sign of a civilization. Although I thought I saw small lights flickering on those dark black mountains on the other side of the world. I decided I was going to spend a couple of days and hoped to see my Father; I had some questions to ask him.
The moon turned black when I lit a fire on the last night I would spend on this peak. The feeling of fulfillment had passed and I was thinking about being with Eve again. On that night I saw a somewhat familiar face in the flames. It was not my Father but his eyes were also old and wise. He called me the man from the stars. He told me he lived on this world before the fields grew, before the forest grew, when all was barren rocks and lava. He told me of his mate and their numerous children and about the power they hold and are sharing with us through the land. He said he already met the woman from the stars he called his sister. He said that she would build this world into a Paradise and that I was to support her, protect and defend her creation. I do not remember falling asleep that night, only that I was standing at the edge at daybreak staring at an incredibly massive wooden boat in the distance heading for our beach.
I got really excited about this new development of my adventure. I climbed down the mountain much faster than I climbed up. I think I ran most of the way in a straight line through the searing heat of the golden fields to the edge of the forest. I stood near the beach just out of sight to have a good look at what was happening. By the time I got there, people were gathered on the beach. Hundreds of people. And animals. Eve was radiating joy in helping organizing new settlements for the travelers. We all would share the beach for a time until the Elders among their people would agree on a site to build their village, they said. I joined them at dusk when many fires were lit and people settled in, lying everywhere on the beach. There was a circle of Elders around a bonfire with Eve among them. I walked toward her, from behind so the Elders would see me first. I guess I had a straight face maybe a little intimidating because I felt some of them were scared by my presence. Eve looked back straight into my eyes and I smiled. I touched her shoulder and stood there by her side. They were just telling her about their skills at building houses. They were saying they knew how to make mud into bricks and bricks into walls. They were all very excited and were already talking about how great this village would be.
I did not stay with the Elders very long that night, I do not enjoy politics as Eve seems to be. I walked among the groups and listened. They had instruments and were playing beautiful music. Children were singing with their mothers and sisters. They were all family. They were weaving and braiding colourful cloth and playing dice or cards. I could feel they were very relieved to be here. I could feel it costed them much. I only know they escaped the heavy rains that covered their land until nothing was left but the Sea. And so the next day began the search for the perfect site for the village. The Elders were very impressed with the golden fields and the forest and the search only took a few hours. The Elders agreed, as Eve and I did, that the village would be built between the forest’s shadow and the bountiful fields. They started working immediately. The men started digging the ground, deep in a circle. The women brought water buckets they emptied in the well until it became a muddy hole where some would stand with mud up to their knees, filling buckets with it, that the others would pull up, mix with straw from the fields and moulded in wooden caskets. The heat dried the red bricks until there was enough for them to build an oven. Days and nights passed with people working on building bricks, cooking them in the oven and building the foundations for their village. I cut wheat to help and filled the buckets with mud down the hole but I did not speak much with our new neighbours. I almost missed the silence. Until one day there was enough houses for the first families to move in. Then streets were built and then new districts until everyone had a house. I did not see much of Eve during the construction. She was involved with the plans, the management and the administration of this project. She became an Elder among them. Just like that.
Finally, there was not much left to do and the beach was mine again. I would share it from time to time with young men fishing and children running around. One day, before dusk, the Elders gathered by the beach and invited me to follow them. Them and Eve lead me into the forest where they had built an Arch from the keel of their boat in commemoration of all that they had left behind. They each in turn drew faces and wrote names with muddy ink in a solemn ceremony lit by torches. Eve and I stood silent holding hands knowing this was also a funeral for those they had lost. When all Elders were ready, we left the cover of the trees in an official visit of Union, that is what they had called their new village. Everyone was waving at me from their Windows or standing in their doorway. There was flowers growing on the side of the streets, they had done incredible work. The more I walked through the village, the more the buildings became complex and artistic. The crowd stopped at the end of a street to a circular common area, a public place where more people were gathered around a beautiful house bigger than the others. They called it the Governor’s House. Eve then took my hand with a shining smile and pulled me forward out of the crowd and closer to the house. She said it was ours. She said they had built it for us with all the knowledge and experience they gained from building the rest. She said it was their masterpiece. It was. I felt humbled and thought of my camp by the beach. I looked at the crowd and at the Elders, waved and smiled. I shouted: “Thank you, I am honoured. Long live Union, long live your people.” The crowd went wild and threw flower petals in the air. A great celebration started that night and lasted three days and three nights under the Bright Sun and the Full Moon. Eve pulled me closer and whispered that it was our people now. We did not partake in the village celebrations. We stayed in to discover all parts of our new home, of our new life.
Told by Michael
I am Sister Pam, I pray God will unite us in joy and laughter. Oh! and, I can’t wait to see you in your own good time.
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