04 the Stage of Events

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04 – Synergy of the

symbiotic souls

The Napoleonic fort

My attention diverted from embalming a mental dilemma, earlier, at the timeAnaïse handed me the English converter that I had forgotten to pack in my luggage. I

plugged in Kafky, all shining black and cute while Anaïse stood by, for the Wi-Fi to connect. I

took my Bank-Card from my belt bag, and along from my laptop bag the decoder. Anaïse didn't let gooverseeing the process. She gave words of advise, in view of a struggling connection. When connected,

she showed me on my browser the icon of the Post Bank. Eventually, my banker's page filled the

screen. I entered a sequence of numbers requested, and before I was connected, she repeated; “How

much money do I have on my account?”

“One Euro and twenty seven cents,” I said.

“Did you get your money,” Sibylle went on asking.

“No, the transfer hasn't come through yet,” I replied to her disappointment.

The approaching road lies sombre serpentine along on the hillside, which Nathan, in his element; spirit

of the water loving Tiger, in symbiosis with the fire of the Aries in the mood of that expression; 'A

change is as good a holiday,' he steered turning off the tarmac along the dirt road tapering down to thetail end our journey, while talking in admiration of his earlier discovery. His words pointing the novelty

of the distant cubism with the sit of a white gull in the greens, alongside camouflaged on the flanks of

the mountainside the historical defensestructure.

After a bend through vegetation, a hillside

deck opened leveling out the fort's roof

beyond the hollow of a moat. We drove past the hewn stone pillars of the

entrance, while he sought a stall in the

series of parked cars; indicating that theevening barbecue attracted the crowds.

We pulled up toward the end and beyond

a quad with a trailer. Stepping out and

moving around the space wagon we came by, we interrupted a man and woman at

work sorting empty bottles in crates

alongside the trailer. We exchanged a fewmeaningless greeting words and moved

on up to the entrance. Time weathered the Stone steps to a darkness blending in with the gray mood of

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the sky. Strange as the draw bridge, I was left to follow instructions with Victoria on my heels, not

paying attention Nathan had vanished earlier through a gap by the cars and down the steep stairwaywith entry to the kitchen.

On the terrace with an obliterated parapet stone wall the stone copping higher than the tallest man to

reach, I stepped around the turret in the continuation of the opening to the terrace. Only to see in the far distant prolongation of the encircled roof, another choice; another cylindric stone turret. Anaïse took the lead, followed by her mother as I returned from around the corner. The thick and wide ancient

arched wooden door that a flower pot doors-topper held wide open. I gazed down

the hollow with surprise where a spiral stone staircase had got the girls todisappearing in an instant.

The other family

I caught up with them, emerging from the medieval staircase that restraintinvaders advantage to a one-to-one sword swinger position. Just as stunned, and

freezing in our tracks by the scene at the far end fireplace area of the series of brick vaults. Dumbfound, behind roundwhite draped tables being dressed for the

occasion. We were struck by the feeling

of intruding on a strange familieslounging in front of the far fire place – in

the path of destiny pointing; You are

bound to meet. When voices surged from behind massive flank-pillars to resist a

blast, echoed from behind every massive

pillar. Ahead, hand signs called out; You

are no strangers – and said; “Came on up.You're in the right place.”

In the midst of people, a woman rose to

her feet and approached in a round about

way through the set of couches. Shedisappeared behind the stone pillar,

reappearing – told me later her birth sign

of the Taurus – when I should have recollected that Buffalo from my childhood in the jungle. She portrayed the familiar features at a moment that everything accelerated to the mischief of my thoughts;

asking myself; Kate! You have changed – Did you pick up weight since I last saw you? Lost for words,

I stuttered through a few greeting words, and in her eland to welcome us, cut me off, saying; “I'm Kate

sister.” The Taurus had picked up my thoughts – In a moment of self-conscious I responded; Not first toleave such an impression while she refrained from being influenced by the barrel bulges of her figure.

The living crystal of light

Anaïse and Victoria took the relay as Jessica's gaze moved around me and with a greeting ; "I'm Jessica






apprehended their attention – and my mishaps moment, which carried her name by a mental breeze, but

the spirit of the Taurus that was later to be unveiled. In that moment, I turned around. Dylan came from behind and around the left flank pillar that shied the door to the kitchen – there in the area with a

security gate to the staircase down to the lower level. And like meeting Nathan earlier in the

underground parking – though adults, there existed a gap through the jungle of our existence, to a slowand gradual wild vegetation growing close, while they were the reincarnation which, arouse our joint

existence to the age of ten and eight year. Feeling that joy – Dylan, with the blast of his soul stepped

out of that fireball like a cool crystal in the light of his window against the dark stone masonry of thereception room. In me he opened the sky of eternal blues from the thunderstorm clouds with an

immense joy. And, while in a warm embrace, I whispered in his ear; “It's the moment that make me

forget how I got here!”

bright and splendorous

Gavin smiled. He gave me a moment to watched his concentration divert, and continue a mental

organization, I questioned in mind; Isn't that wat best men are for – on the eve of your wedding day?

As Dylan varnished behind the massive stone pillar, the kitchen was left to believe, with instructionsechoing in mind; “Get it over with booking-in at the lodge.” No sooner Kate came into view prolonging

the stairway railing from the doorway that later on a guided tour next to the fire place to interleading

rooms. In that moment, the contrast of her petite figure. Surprised, puzzle with her sister the pieces fellinto place. in the spirit of spring, grown younger in her Scorpio moon, few occasions I met the woman

over the past years she weathered off a divorce. Sprightly with a hearty smile, she danced with the

railing, the stone pillars and the stone walls that surrounded her.

I stepped over to her encounter, and embraced her for being in Dylan life, and handed over the gift for Evan that I brought back from my sister Lisi in France. Than, I dug my hand into the suitcase, where

stowed away by my spare clothes, I brought to light a wedding gift, brought along from the trip a week

earlier. I watched Kate make off to the room, while I turned away, not to impede her way.

The other family

I was left for a moment alone, when a man of my generation that I had laid eyes on seated in the couch

moved up to me. He greeted me with a firm hand shake, saying; “Hello, I am Henry,” when my

biorhythmic soul's harp cords where spreading octave of intuition teased my neurons, and surprised meto hear myself reply; “This sounds like Kings....”

“That right. I am a far off decedent for the King...” Henry said and got chatting, until the curiosity

caught up with me, and I asked; “...and what sing were you born under?” After his reply; “Pisces,” we

were caught by the moment's and talking at random to anyone and all of Kate's family, her brother withthree young children, the wife, and elderly women seated in opposition of the coffee table in trundling

couches.






The next door Lodge

As anxious as I was to rid off my luggage, Victoria insisted; “Let's get it done with the booking in.” and

left tracking our way with our daughter toward the spiralingstaircase. Tight and steep, we emerge in the open, and

headed on across the draw bridge. Concerned about Dylan'sfirst words earlier on our arrival, there was no way out than

move ahead and across the deep and narrow cleft betweenthe building and the rocky hill, to meet in the prolongation

of a paved path a few stairs to the driveway and parking lot.

“It's just a few minutes form here;” Dylan's wordsresounded to mind, as I faced the dirt road that a little

further gave way to the bush hillside. A moment to recollect

my childhood and narrow bushwhacked pathway throughthe jungle, where the closest neighbors where a day's walk

away. With maturity, these distances from a child eyes,

seemed far-fetched. Somber like the veil of dusk, I trustedDylan's words; "It's just up the road." We strolled abreast upthe middle of the narrow road, passing by a smooth section

of the mountain cleared of bush to the naked rocks here-

and-there rods that pinned the rock down. We followed a dark weathered boarded fence in a roundabout Z-way, other than a derelict shed, the gleam of two cars, contradicted that left impression. I grew

to realize the need of our three head, when the roadside bushy décor that hid the lower side from view. I

passed by, when as Anaïse in obstinacy left the road down a path to the sea. I stepped on, past the denof a sign that read; "Polhawn Lodge." a three way quibble ensued, "She said it's the second entrance.

The first being the tradesmen's," while seeking through the interstice of bushed to find our elevated

position over the roofs of buildings. After an hesitation, Victoria and me, we followed our determined

daughter down the beaten earth of boarded riser descend through the bush.

Tradesmen entrance

As once again, 'directions seems to apply oncethe way if found.' We followed the path around a

bend, that split up, left and straight in a paved

ensemble. The tradesmen entrance nagging inmind, had nothing to do with Anaïse as she led

the way. Approached her by the farm gate, to

pull the rope looped around the top of the post.

In turn we moved through, and closed behind.

A woman left an elderly couple at a terrace table,

and headed for us, calling out; “You are the

guests – ” I presume?

“Yes;” Victoria said.






We exchanged greetings while the caretaker led the way and chatting over the tradesmen elaborate

entrance to the front yard, and the front entrance with a mere driveway and steps that curiosity wasgoing to lead me to on the last day.

Next door, clean lines and a white facade of the building, had a touch of brightness as we moved

through the veranda with a breakfast table, while instructed to close doors. To the outside and preventing the owner's dog from entering. To the kitchen, prevent the hunter-cat from bringing insideher pray. A cozy lounge area spread wide and long a decorative and club member's reading area beyond

a middle staircase. At the top landing to a window and a pair of facing doors, the woman reminded us

to keep doors closed for the cats. She opened the right door, to a sweeping display of twin bed. Her words were going to leave Victoria mute, saying to her; "You can take this one,” and Anaïse skittish to

escape to the other room she had deducted to be there somewhere.

The money question

While the caretaker was conscious about her new guests' wellbeing, I had a need to clear up things in

mind, which needn't courage, but in the Warthog' spirit to face danger – I broke into the caretaker'sconversation with mother and daughter on minor issues that dragged out, and said, “Do we have to payyou now – because I haven't got the cash readily available.”

The simplicity by which the caretaker said; “No.” Left me wonder why I had simmered so long over

Dylan's explicit words, and washed all my troubles away – at least until the morning of our departure,

when she added; “You'll pay me upon leaving.”

The caretaker turned around and crossed the landing, to Anaïse jumped in, repeating while out toinspect the bathroom on suite; “I want to sleep here!” Encouraging me to respond, she pleaded; "I want

this room."

“No ways,” I said. "You can sleep either with your mother or me – But I am not going into the same

room as mummy!”

The caretaker left us quibbling over who sleep where, and in her gentle turn tracking her way back, she

introduced herself; “I'm Nicole.”

Such an easy name to recall, I told myself, marked it – French! Yet on our way down the stairs and

closing in on a door to a downstairs room, we had moved form the spot where she had left that floatingand esoteric soap-bubble that contained the breath of her name. moments later, away from the spot,

while her name escaped me, bar that is was French. She left me relieved to enjoy the next few days

from the anxiety, that started by Dylan's first call upon our arrival. The reminder echoed in mind; 'The

two hundred and ten pound you have to pay booking-in!' My conscious switched off. Brought to mindfrom the shadows and under the spotlight the dormant juggler to swindle tricks along the route since

Nathan picked us up and stopped by an Automatic Teller Machine that considered and disposed of ameager fifty pounds.

Sense of catacombs

We were tracking back our steps, and as I trailed behind, I closed the farm gate to the front yard, to

catch up with Victoria who had waited for me, while Anaïse in anger disappeared in the midst of the






bush. The path curved with an steadfast sweeping increase to the deep steps that my childhood on a

jungle trail were formed by the exposed roots of gigantic trees. The path proved so steep that I sensemy outer-upper thighs muscles heating. Without relenting I rose after Victoria to a last steps up onto the

road. For a moment I wasn't able to move further, but gravity declination moved me on and cooling

down my burning thighs, in the wake of the girls on route to the fort.

Esoteric; Bringing back a vision

out of my past.

We emerged from the

the spiral staircase,

and moved through a

wedding aisle of angelic draped white

chairs which, left me

wondering; Either-way, I brought a

yarmulke – ready for

the occasion.

The girls dissipated,and Nathan showed

up instead. "Come,"

He said. "You must see this place." Ifollowed him though the security barrier

and down a dog-leg flight of stairs. He

turned right a narrow barrel vault corridor

to either direction, and guiding me byrandom and thick wooden doors, feeling

the carbon of rock masonry rubbing my

shoulders and the low roof with a facial draft of deep in the rockscatacomb. He pushed a door, to emerge into a room furnished with a

double bed. Moved on, anticipating to lay sight on the intimacy of a

person when moving through an interleading bathroom to the next bedroom. The bedrooms multiplied, of a layout for which, guests needs

a community spirit to occupy. Opening a door, we emerged from a

room to find our way in to corridor where the tour had begun. Climbed the upstairs, and rose inside thegalley with metal circular strips embedded in the floor where canons never took their position. Entered

the kitchen – with helping hands learned by growing up in a large family, where everyone pitches in. "Can I help you with something?"I said watching Kate busy

taking trays of chips out of the oven, that were followed withsausages. Pleading bore its answers, when I stepped out of the

kitchen with a bowl of salads.



Unique identity;

Birth of a fully fledged soul stepping out of its fireball




I advanced facing the straight lines of the long cleft marked by the stone masonry on my left, and raw

hewn rocky mountain on the right. Heading straight for the natural water-wall gleam while spared fromlight and from the top vegetation. Surprisingly dry two-thirds down. I turned the corner of the fort,

where the cleft opened on daylight – I stared a the male figure with a cropped head in my approach.

Having seen the face earlier, but surrounded by three children that distinguished him from Dylan.There, not. Later I learned that Kate's brother and Dylan were both on the tilt disk of a solar color chart

in the of the Snake. The only differences were their moons – in the Libra, and the Leo. Dylan, in the

Leo moon, ghosting through the walls; in and out of rooms, inside and outside the fort stone masonry – wherever I happen to get he was there, and reminding him every instance with a silent observation; It's

not on the eve of your wedding that you should be working.



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