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A Leaf Flutters in the wind. Part 2



Text of such magnitude is seldom heard, even in whispers among those who would completely comprehend its meaning!   Of course copies did pop up from time to time, by those who held the only value of gold to be it’s power to gain them physical things and the like.  But this tablet did indeed hold the attention of those who had discovered it, with an almost super awareness of the original intent.   

Ocassions such as this are usually swarming with all the expected types of people one would imagine. Timsa was present, and I had somehow ended up here by the luck of a tied shoelace!  So here we were; we numbered twenty or so and no body had been informed as to the nature of this find.  There were 11 workers, diggers,equipment carriers, a small entourage of helpful men to make the find possible, 2 or 3 expedition leaders, Timsa his friend, and me and a delightful aquaintance of mine from the North.  This was a fortunate place to be as we had first hand knowledge of this before it had been through the mill to make it to a publication exchange for currency in these parts.   The scholar in me was trying to decipher the meaning of the whole paragraph.   It was strange to have found an artifact of this age written in a modern day language.  It did have the wording of the time period but strange how it wasn’t scribed in the toungue of that era.  We were also looking for words to describe what this meant,  as the beauty of the piece was itself like a river running downstream. No one knew where it had come from and no one knew where it was going to, but to see it here, mid journey,  with so much to say and little time for us to appreciate the meaning.


So Timsa and I had actually found a common ground of crystals as a conversation piece, and I found him to be a very personable character indeed.  We were talking of their beautiful colours, their magnificant shapes, and how they could hold the attention of anyone who had the honour to own them.  For all of the musings I had about Timsa, and how he could have done such mediocre writtings which held the attention of so many fans, and still found there way into little known library in Europe, was becoming clearer.

“How would one describe the Quartz crystal? It is so commonplace and yet one of the most beautiful, magical natural formations to experience. ”  I was truly at my most serene, and enthusiastic mind, when talking of crystals.

“Well of course,  I am of the same opinion! Searching for crystals is a particular interest of mine, and during the summer months. I would set out with mining tools and a small party, and return from such endeavours with 20 to 30 horses, laden with colours”, Timsa exclaimed.   

“We have found a mine of strange green/pink crystals, and we are yet to return to complete our mining.  They are the strangest of crystals, changing from one colour to another as if a starter pistol had been fired!” Timsa was truly much more than his books would have led me to believe. 

We talked much that evening,  the sound of the damp wood whistling as the fire kept us warm and our water kept us quenched.  The meaning of the tablets found that day were still a mystery to us, as wax could no longer be made.  The atmosphere since the colour change would not allow such things to remain solid.  We still had silver, gold and similar materials but some of the more delicate, for want of a better word, substances just did not remain long after being created.  These tablets were unique in that respect,  so as you can understand, their existance and the fact that they remained was a find indeed!  How did they stay as they were created?  Then we came to the words,  ”Here we are,  leaves fluttering on a tree.  A brief thought led us here and our wish to experience water, air, wind and bark allowed us to remain”.    Did the leaves create the tree just so they could flutter there?   Were the bark, air, wind and water just as important as the ‘flutter’?  Did the wind represent the colour?  were the leaves, just us as people, here to experience all but the very thing which was the reason for our being?


Ashka came in from the garden and the first thing she said, was the last thing I had thought of before asking her to come in for some fresh tea.  Our morning conversations were among my favorite things of the day.  We often spent time with the trees, and the animals. We had many pets of our own who would sit with us in our gardens.  We would all exchange the expressions of admiration for each other, in the time it takes to take a sip from a cup.  This was all before the colour change had occurred.  

“Our new vegetables seem to have befriended a few Ninions” she informed me.  There was a certain amount of triumph on her voice as any vegetables who could make friends with such a timid and delicate animal as a Ninion, was indeed a social giant! 

“How is that possible?  I thought only the fruit trees held a daily audience in the garden!?  Surely the vegetables are getting above themselves!”  …….

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