A town frozen in 1968. A hidden government weapon? Four teenagers with dying phones. Experience the "sour truth" of Amerelmsford in Football: A Field Report. SOON COMING 🏈 Football: A Field Report The Premise: Amerelmsford The town of Amerelmsford is a masterpiece of New England stubbornness, a place where time seems to move as slowly as the thick, ancient sap of the American Elm. Through the heart of the valley, the dark river winds in a long, patient curve, cutting through the landscape like a cold ribbon of obsidian. While the twenty-first century attempts to spread across these streets like a thin, invisible laminate, the town's surface proves too slick for the modern world to take hold. Here in Amerelmsford, the digital age fails to gain traction, sliding off the heavy iron and thick wool of the town and appearing only as the faint blue glow of a smartphone held toward the sky or the silent, distant ping of a satellite. That digital glaze simply cannot penetrate the "iron" steadfast of the people who live here. This iron is not found in the metal of the earth or the cold, silver rails of the stadium bleachers, but in the very hearts and calloused hands of a generation that prefers the rhythmic gait of salt-crusted boots to the instant gratification of a fiber-optic feed. They move with a purposeful weight that Wi-Fi signals cannot touch, preferring the warmth of a thick wool blanket to the flickering promises of a touchscreen. In place of virtual status updates, the town gathers for an in-person exchange of steaming New England Clam Chowder and molasses-heavy Indian Pudding, a real-world "merit" that carries more weight than a thousand digital "likes". While the community shares this warmth, the twenty-first century exists in the pockets of teenagers as flickering glass tethers that are perpetually gasping for air; their glowing screens bleed power into the biting wind as if the cold itself is a "data vampire" draining their only link to the modern world. However, amidst the old and the new, the rest and search, the youth are convinced that the "Old World" is hiding a secret that they must uncover. In their quest to unearth their truth, they see the town's women, even their own mothers, as "Senior Wardens" guarding a beloved American object: a 1968 government payload, nearly six decades before their time. To the boys, this payload is a serviceable, rock-solid prototype weapon of immense power, a set of master launch keys disguised as a "Football" that was supposedly swapped for a decoy during a high-stakes bake-off decades ago, prompting them to scrutinize every public gathering. As they observe from the safety of the hedges and piled leaves, clutching phones that offer only a "low battery" warning for every opportunity, they track a conspiracy hidden in plain sight. They believe this secret weapon is tucked inside everyday items. To their paranoid eyes, a crusty loaf of sourdough is actually a lead-lined container for a warhead, and a simple waffle-weave baby blanket is a high-tech antenna used to send secret signals. It is a high-stakes game of domestic espionage where billion-dollar satellite logic is used to track neighborhood bakers. Yet, in all this, the boys' greatest enemy isn't a shadow agent, but a physical world with no refresh button. Football: A Field Report The town of Amerelmsford in late November was less of a map and more of a masterpiece. It was a place where the air tasted of woodsmoke and the promise of snow, and where the light of the setting sun turned the remaining maple leaves into shards of floating copper. Across this landscape, the twenty-first century had begun to spread like a thin, invisible laminate, a digital glaze that attempted to coat the town’s jagged edges. This modern film stretched over the notable landmarks, shimmering atop the flour-dusted windows of Pinky D’s Bakery and clinging to the cold, silver bleachers of the E. B. Paye Field, a stadium named for a local star whose sudden "knee surgery" in 1968 was, according to town lore, the cover for a high-level extraction. The digital film drifted across the dark, winding river that cut through the valley and settled into the cracks of the cobblestone streets. Yet, beneath this translucent layer of fiber-optics and instant gratification, Amerelmsford remained stubbornly un-transitioned, a world made of heavy iron, thick wool, and the kind of tangible weight that Wi-Fi signals simply couldn't penetrate. Every porch seemed to have a story to tell, decorated with pumpkins that had survived the frost, and so were the weathered, calloused hands that had cultivated them. Wreaths made of dried, twisted vines hung from the railings; in a bit of local irony, these gnarled decorations looked remarkably like the blue veins running through the hands of the older generation, whose very blood seemed to still carry the remains of a bygone era. While the elderly felt grounded to their history as permanent as the brick clock tower in the town square or the white-steepled sentry of the First Parish Church that pierced the digital glaze like a bleached bone, the newer generation looked constantly to the satellites. Yet, despite the invisible data swirling above, the people walked with a purposeful, rhythmic gait, their boots crunching against the salt on the sidewalks. They greeted one another with a warmth that felt like a thick wool blanket, while the smell of cinnamon and baking bread drifted from every chimney and poured in heavily releasing sweet waves from Pinky D’s ovens, It was a world that celebrated the simple act of existing, a place where time felt as slow as the sap in the trees, like that of the ancient, thick sap of the American Elm. At the heart of this peace was the blue door of the Sherman house. It was a deep, reassuring shade that matched the winter twilight. Inside, Airley Rose Sherman sat by the frosted window, lost in the pages of Bridge Over Pond: Reflection Clock. She was currently focused on the character of Sir, whose struggle with fractured memories felt like a personal tug-of-war between his technological past and his attempt to embrace an old-style, lively world. Airley looked outside for a moment, her gaze drifting toward a cluster of boys across the street. They were acting weird as usual, staring at their phones and holding them up to the sky as if they were trying to catch a falling star or a better signal in a net. They were dressed in a way that defied the biting New England wind, thin tactical fishing vests pulled over summer hoodies, and clip-on ties that fluttered like panicked birds in the breeze. They weren't dressed for the season; they were dressed for a mission that didn't exist. Her brother, Toby, wasn't with them yet, which was the only reason she hadn't gone out to drag him home. She shook her head with a weary sigh and headed back into the solid, comforting world of the book in her hands. She enjoyed the silence of the room, punctuated only by the occasional pop and hiss of the radiator. It was a cast-iron beast, a massive and immovable monument of heat that seemed to anchor the entire house to the floorboards. It stood there with a weight that defied the modern world, radiant and unyielding. This peace, however, was about to be obliterated. Just three houses down, the neighborhood had recently welcomed Baby Taecan, or "Baby T" as his young mother calls him. He was the joy of their quaint, shadow-crossing town, a living, breathing reminder of the world’s persistence. The event had brought the community together in a flurry of casseroles, steaming bowls of New England Clam Chowder that served as a creamy barricade against the frost, and warm helpings of Indian Pudding, a molasses-heavy relic of the seventeenth century that filled the air with the scent of cloves and historical stubbornness. It was during one of these afternoon gatherings that the boys, huddled near a hedge like a band of displaced scouts, overheard the conversation that changed everything. Taecan’s mother was laughing as she adjusted the child in her arms. She was speaking to Leo’s mother, her voice carrying clearly in the crisp air. She mentioned that the consultant at the clinic had been a godsend. She explained that she had been taught the "Football Hold," which she described as the most secure way to handle the asset to ensure a successful delivery of nutrients to the baby. She spoke about the importance of the grip and the specific tilt required to maintain stability. Gus froze, his eyes widening behind his glasses. He pulled Leo and Guts closer, his voice a frantic whisper. He told them that they weren't talking about the feeding of a baby. He insisted they were talking about a handoff. He claimed that the moms were being trained as the first line of defense for a 1968 payload. "Dude, do you see it now?" Gus hissed. "The hold is a tactical maneuver. They’re starting them in the cradle. This whole town is a training facility for the Football." Guts, or Trailan, as his mother called him in an effort to inject some sophistication into his chosen aesthetic, shivered, his favorite tactical fishing vest crinkling in the cool afternoon air. "Dude, my stomach just hit a frequency," he whispered, right as a long, metallic-sounding growl vibrated from beneath his vest, a sound like a rusted gate swinging in the wind. "The G-Guide is definitely pinging my internal sensors." Meanwhile, to Gus, the "Football" was the only map they had, a mental grid where every civilian term was a cipher for high-stakes espionage. If the town was training babies, the timeline was accelerating. Leo nodded, his face grim. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, crumpled notebook. He reminded them of what his uncle, Slyy Rambo, always said. Uncle Slyy is a man of many secrets and, as they all knew, the two Ys in his name stood for Yield and Yesterday. Leo quoted his uncle, saying that nature’s camouflage is the only thing the satellites can’t see. "They have got to the ladies; we have to stay on the stealth side of things," Leo whispered. He explained that a bouquet of dead leaves is better than a camera lens because the G-Guide doesn't recognize the geometry of a gutter. Across the street, Airley looked in their direction again, thinking they were probably speaking of something so silly. Yet, her brother Toby still wasn’t with them. He must still be sleeping; she turned the page of her book as if turning aside their entire reality. Beside the hedge, the wind picked up, carrying the sharp scent of damp earth and the biting edge of the coming winter. The cold seemed to invigorate the boys' paranoia. "Uncle Slyy says that when the perimeter is tight, you use the terrain to hide your intent," Leo whispered. He was kneeling at the base of the hedge, where a thick drift of brown, damp maple leaves had collected against the roots. He began meticulously gathering them into a bundle, gripping the brittle stems together until he held a ragged, earthen tribute. It was their peace offering for Airley, a "camouflage bouquet" that they believed would mask their movements as they approached the Sherman house to wake the sleeping Toby. Girls love this stuff… flowers and leaves, you name it. They would offer it to Airley as they discreetly checked on their missing commander. They were the Saviors now, and as they marched toward the blue door, the beautiful New England evening felt less like picturesque scenery and more like a battlefield of secret code wars. They marched across the lawn in a jagged, diagonal line, a formation Leo called 'The Shattered Elm.' When they reached the blue door, Leo signaled for a halt. He didn't knock just yet; he waited, watching the shadow behind the frosted glass. Leo whispered, nodding toward the wet leaves. "It’s a seasonal peace offering. We present the 'organic tribute,' she lowers the barrier, and we extract Toby before his memory wipe is complete." Gus stepped back to perform a final inspection of their "civilian camouflage." He adjusted Leo’s clip-on tie and smoothed the wrinkles on Guts’ tactical fishing vest to ensure they appeared perfectly normal to the untrained eye. He leaned in close to Guts, whose midsection emitted a long, metallic growl that sounded like a rusted gate swinging in the wind. "Keep your stomach quiet," Gus whispered with frantic intensity. "That sonar is going to alert the Handler" Leo reached out and delivered three sharp, rhythmic raps against the blue wood, the 'Saviors' knock'. Inside the house, the radiator hissed, and the shadow moved. The battlefield of Amerelmsford was about to get its first casualty: Airley’s patience. . . . Check back for the book, soon. Football the crew Field Report Logged by P. S. Wilmot "A physical world with no refresh button." Welcome to Amerelmsford! Football: A Field Report is a story built on nostalgia, New England stubbornness, and classic storybook illustration. Thanks for stopping by to explore the chaos with Leo, Gus, "Guts" (known to his mother as Trailan to infuse some class into him), Toby, and Airley. I'm excited to share this world with you, more field reports and chapter drops are on the way! Keep your batteries charged and your maps right-side up. P. S. Wilmot BEHIND THE BOOKS Get on the List Sign up to receive the first word when the books are available. First Name Last Name Email Subscribe Thanks for submitting!

Sovereign is more than a magnificent horse; he is the visible arrival of a promise. Explore deep, behind-the-scenes reflections on strength crowned by wisdom. SOVEREIGN Sovereign Commentary, Strength Added to Strength PART I To understand Sovereign’s role, we first have to remember the journey that brings the characters to him. Bridge Over Pond: Reflection Clock follows a man and a woman who awaken in a strange, 17th-century countryside after the mysterious collapse of the G6 project, a massive attempt to control weather through satellites, GeoStabilizer Sentinels, Data Rods, and the Behira Data Core. Stripped from their former world, they must learn how to survive, remember, trust, and build a life in a land filled with signs, riddles, hidden provisions, and spiritual tests. By the time Sovereign appears, they are no longer simply two displaced strangers. They have become a forming family. The man has been shaped into the Arrowhead, the one who moves first into danger and responsibility. The woman has become the Shaft, the wisdom and continuity that steadies the journey. Sarah, the child entrusted to them, has become the Fletching, small but crucial, giving direction and balance to the arrow of their lives. Around them are loyal companions, the dholes, the birds, and the living land itself, all teaching them that this world is not meant to be conquered, but received, named, and stewarded. It is into this widening world that Sovereign enters. S overeign enters the story as far more than a magnificent horse. He is the visible arrival of a promise, the embodiment of strength, abundance, and untamed provision. His very name carries weight. Sovereign suggests rule, majesty, independence, and authority that does not exist to be possessed or reduced to human control. He is not introduced as a servant waiting to be used, nor as a beast meant to be broken. He arrives as living strength, powerful enough to humble them, yet given in mercy to help carry what they could not carry alone. This is why his arrival in Chapter 91 feels so significant. The day begins as exploration. They are entering new ground, following the widening mystery of the land, discovering what lies beyond familiar boundaries. But the moment quickly becomes something larger. Fire opens the dense barrier, smoke fills the breach, and before they can see what waits beyond it, they must endure the difficult space between sign and sight. Vigil has returned as a sign, confirming that something solid is beyond the barrier, but smoke still hides the revelation. That waiting matters. Faith is often hardest in the gap between confirmation and visibility. A sign may come, but the full answer may still be hidden. The heart can know something has been established and still tremble until the eye beholds it. In that moment, the thudding behind the barrier, the smoke in the air, and the uncertainty of what will emerge all become part of the test. They must stand between hope and fear, trusting that what is about to be revealed has purpose. Then Sovereign appears. He is not a monster. He is not a machine. He is not some extension of the G6. He is living strength, burnished gold, immense, intelligent, and free. The story describes him with the force of something almost royal: dark hooves, powerful legs, a metallic golden coat, a midnight-black mane and tail, and eyes filled with awareness. He is the Golden Seed made flesh, the strength from the woman’s dream stepping into the physical world. Her dream becomes the key to understanding him. She had seen three seeds: gold, diamond, and ruby. The Gold Seed represented the strength she sought in another. At first, this points to the man. He is the Arrowhead, the one called to protect, lead, and pierce forward through danger. She sees him as the strength beside her, the one whose resolve shields the family. But Sovereign reveals that the promise was larger than she first understood. The Gold Seed does not end with the man. It overflows. Sovereign becomes strength added to strength , a provision so abundant that it teaches the man he does not have to be the mountain alone. This is one of the most beautiful leadership lessons in the story. He thought strength meant carrying every burden himself. He thought leadership meant becoming immovable under the weight of everyone’s survival. But Sovereign’s arrival corrects that assumption. The mountain was not only his burden to climb or become. In mercy, the mountain was also sent to carry him. Herein is a profound reversal. In the old world, the man’s strength was tied to ambition, intellect, command, and the power of the G6. He had been part of a project that tried to govern nature by control. The satellites, the GeoStabilizer Sentinels, the Data Rods, and the Behira Data Core all belonged to a system built on measurement, prediction, and domination. But Sovereign stands as a living rebuke to that mindset. He cannot be calculated into obedience. He cannot be programmed. He cannot be handled like weather data, machinery, or a simulation. And the man must learn this the hard way. When Sovereign appears trapped in the grove, the man’s old instinct rises again. He sees a powerful creature, and his first response is tactical. He thinks in terms of taming, managing, using, and securing. His fractured memory even provides him with a false confidence, the echo of something he believes he has done before. But that memory is not wisdom. It is only a convincing echo. What he thought was experience with horses was tied to a screen, a controller, and a digital world where risk could be managed and reset. In this new world, there are no reset buttons. There is no simulation to pause. There is only a living king of strength standing before him. Sovereign refuses the old protocol. That refusal is not cruelty; it is truth. The horse exposes the difference between simulated control and living reality. He forces the man to see that wild strength cannot be approached with borrowed confidence or half-remembered mastery. The man tries to step forward as one who will subdue the golden mountain, but he is driven back against the dark stone. His false certainty breaks. The illusion of control collapses. And there, against the cold foundation, the lesson begins. The dark stone behind Sovereign had already been seen through three different sets of eyes. To the woman, it was an altar, a place of sacrifice and sacred purpose. To the man, it was a table, a sturdy surface for work and provision. To Sarah, it was a shield, a sanctuary where one could place their back and know nothing could sneak up from behind. Each vision was true, but incomplete by itself. Together, they formed a fuller revelation: altar, table, and sanctuary. Sacrifice, provision, and rest. When the man is thrown back against that stone, those meanings become personal. The altar demands the sacrifice of his ego, his need to conquer, and his instinct to control. The table becomes the place where truth works on him, where reality presses into his body and humbles his mind. The sanctuary holds him when his own strength fails, keeping him from the void behind him. He had not entered that space to be the master of Sovereign. He had entered it to be changed. This is where the story gives one of its clearest lessons concerning provision. Provision is not always given in a form we can immediately manage. Sometimes it arrives wild. Sometimes it frightens us. Sometimes it is larger than our plans, beyond our technique, and too sovereign for our hands to command. The question is not always; How do I control this? Sometimes the better question is, How do I receive this rightly? The woman understands this before he does. Her dream had already taught her that letting go was part of receiving. The Gold Seed was not to be hoarded. The promise could not be kept alive by clutching it in fear. She had struggled with this in the dream, but through real events, through loss, trust, and the release of what she could not control, she begins to understand. When she says the horse is not about taming but about letting go, she is not speaking passively. She is speaking wisdom. To let go is not to abandon responsibility. It is to stop mistaking control for faith. Sovereign’s role, then, is to teach them the difference between possession and partnership. He is strength, but not strength to be owned. He is abundance, but not abundance to be hoarded. He is help, but not help that erases humility. He joins them only when they stop trying to break him into usefulness. And when he finally moves through the breach into the wider grove, both he and the man are freed. The horse is freed from confinement, and the man is freed from conquest. The parallel is essential. Sovereign’s liberation is not only physical; it is symbolic. The golden horse steps out of the cage, and at the same time, the man begins stepping out of the old cage of the G6 mindset. He no longer has to approach the world as something to dominate. He can begin to approach it as something to discern, honor, and move with. This is why Sovereign belongs so deeply to the moral and spiritual structure of the story. He is not merely added for adventure or grandeur. He carries the lesson of abundance. He reveals that strength can be given, but it must be received with humility. He shows that leadership is not the same as self-sufficiency. And he prepares the family for the greater trials ahead, when strength will need to become motion, guidance, shelter, and unity. In the arrow image, Sovereign does not replace the Arrowhead, the Shaft, or the Fletching. He strengthens their formation. The man remains the Arrowhead, called to lead and protect. The woman remains the Shaft, giving structure, wisdom, and continuity. Sarah remains the Fletching, small but crucial, steadying the direction. But Sovereign walks beside them as living abundance, a reminder that even a well-formed arrow needs the strength to be carried through the storm. So in Part 1 of Sovereign’s commentary, we see him as the Gold Seed made flesh, strength added to strength, and the living correction to control. He arrives not to be broken, but to be received. Not to make the man unnecessary, but to keep the man from carrying the world alone. Not to erase fear, but to teach a deeper trust. Sovereign is the mountain they could not move. And by grace, the mountain was sent to walk beside them. PART II: Strength Crowned by Truth Considering Part 1 reveals Sovereign as strength added to strength, Part 2 shows us how that strength must be guided. Sovereign is powerful, but power alone does not complete the lesson. The story makes this clear after the storm, after the gold disk, after the void, and after the family has survived what could have destroyed them. Sovereign does not simply become useful because he is strong. He becomes part of their journey because his strength is brought into harmony with truth, wisdom, and trust. This begins in the darkness of Chapter 94. The man enters the void expecting a great revelation. He expects the golden horse to appear as a blazing answer, a massive source of stability against the suffocating dark. Instead, he finds something small: a flicker, a spark, a tiny point of gold near the ground. At first, the smallness of it confuses him. He is looking for overwhelming force to answer overwhelming darkness, but the story teaches him to look differently. He is searching for the forest and nearly misses the seed. That small light becomes the Gold Disk. The disk is not merely treasure. It is the Gold Seed made tangible, forged in darkness beneath Sovereign’s hoof. Every strike of iron against gold sends light into the void. Every clink becomes a pulse of resistance against the darkness. What first seemed too small to matter becomes the very thing that helps him move forward. This is one of the most beautiful reversals in the story. The man wants a great light, but he is given a small one. He wants certainty, but he is given a rhythm. He wants something to hold, but he must learn to release it. The Gold Disk burns when he clutches it. That detail is crucial. It is proof, weight, reality, and hope in his hand, yet holding it too tightly harms him. The same object that can guide him through darkness becomes painful when possessed in fear. To move forward, he must cast it ahead. He must release the very thing he wants to keep. That is faith in motion. Each time he throws the disk into the dark, Sovereign follows. Each time Sovereign strikes it, light breaks through. Throw, run, listen, retrieve. The rhythm becomes more than navigation. It becomes a spiritual practice. The disk is not useful because it is hoarded; it is useful because it is released. The path does not appear all at once. It appears step by step, cast by cast, strike by strike. In that moment, Sovereign and the man are no longer separated by fear or failed control. They begin to move as one. The man is guided by touch. Sovereign is drawn by the gold. The disk becomes a shared point of direction between them. The man stops trying to seize the object of power and instead reaches for the living source beside it. When his hand touches Sovereign in the darkness, the bond forms. Strength steadies strength. The horse steadies the man, and the man steadies the horse. That is the true order of provision. Not possession, but connection. Then comes the downburst. That is the true order of provision. Not possession, but connection. Then comes the downburst. The storm is one of the most powerful symbols of transformation in Sovereign’s arc. At first, it appears to be destruction. The darkness has turned poisonous. The air becomes hostile. The family begins to fail. The storm descends with crushing force, like the sky itself is falling upon them. Yet the man recognizes what is happening. His old knowledge of weather, once tied to the arrogance of the G6 , is now humbled and redeemed. He cannot control this storm. He cannot command it. But he can discern it. He understands that the downburst is forcing the poisonous smog down and opening a narrow corridor of breathable air. What feels like crushing pressure is actually clearing a path. This is one of the great transformations in their journey. The weather he once tried to master becomes the very force he must trust. The storm does not become gentle, but it becomes purposeful. It is not comfortable, but it is saving them. They must walk directly under the falling sky to survive. The pressure does not disappear; it becomes the path. Sovereign’s role in that storm is essential. He carries the woman and Sarah. He gives the man something solid to hold. He becomes heat, rhythm, shelter, and movement when sight fails. The family cannot survive by strategy alone. They need strength beside them, beneath them, and around them. Sovereign becomes that strength. At the Anchor Stone, the meanings gathered earlier become fulfilled. What she saw as altar, what he saw as table, and what Sarah saw as shield all become true. The stone becomes a place of sacrifice, work, protection, and rest. Sarah is placed in the hollow of the stone like life sheltered in a womb. The woman curls around her, becoming a living shield. The man kneels outward, facing the storm, using his own body, the staff , and the Gold Disk to anchor the dholes. The entire family becomes a formation of survival. The arrow is fully embodied. He is the Arrowhead, leading into danger. She is the Shaft, holding continuity and protection. Sarah is the Fletching, small but steadying the direction. Sovereign is the living strength that carries them through the storm. And the Gold Disk becomes the light that helps them endure the dark. But the story does not leave the disk as only a tool of rescue. Later, after the downburst and after the family moves toward home, Sovereign reaches another threshold. At the edge of the Grove, he stops. He is no longer frantic, no longer fighting the storm, no longer trapped in the void. Yet before the boundary of transition, he freezes. His hooves plant into the earth. His body becomes a statue of resistance. The king hesitates before leaving the only kingdom he has known. This is another powerful lesson. Strength may overcome danger and still hesitate before transition. Sovereign is not weak. He is not unwilling because he lacks power. He is afraid, uncertain, or one could say, waiting for proper establishment. A king does not simply wander into a new mandate. He must be rightly ordered before he crosses. And here, Sarah steps forward. Her response is not force. She does not command him, pull him, or treat him as something to manage. She touches him. Her small hand reaches toward the center of his forehead, between his eyes, and she asks him to feel her touch even if he cannot clearly see her. That moment is tender, but it is also profound. Sarah again proves her role as Fletching. She steadies what is larger than herself. Her innocent trust quiets the giant. Even on a natural level, this scene carries truth. Horses can respond to steady, trusted pressure near the forehead and forelock. The signs Sovereign gives, lowering his head, softening his eyes, blinking, licking, and chewing, all reflect release from tension. The story uses something bodily and believable, then lifts it into symbolism. Sarah finds the place of peace. Her touch opens the gate . But the touch cannot remain there forever. The woman sees what must be done. Her mind, when humbled and rightly ordered, becomes wisdom. She understands that the Gold Disk belongs at the place Sarah touched. The disk cannot remain in her hand as dead weight. If she keeps it, the man must continue bearing too much, and Sovereign remains unsettled. But if she releases it to the horse, the strength carries the weight appointed to it. So she places the Gold Disk on Sovereign’s forehead. This is one of the most important developments in the whole Sovereign arc . The disk that began as a seed, then became forged light in the void, then became a guide through darkness, now becomes a frontlet of gold. A crown. A royal seal. A steadying truth placed before the eyes of strength. And the way she places it matters. She speaks of the unbroken yolk, explaining the need for perfect pressure. Too much pressure would be intrusion. Too little would be meaningless. But the right weight, held in the right place, becomes grounding. That is wisdom. It teaches more than animal care. It teaches leadership. It teaches love. It teaches parenting. It teaches spiritual guidance. True guidance does not crush, and it does not abandon. It rests with the right weight in the right place. Then she braids the Gold Disk into Sovereign’s golden forelock. She does not hold it there by force. She weaves it into him. The gold becomes part of his crown, secured by what already belongs to him. The solution does not violate his nature; it works with it. This is the opposite of the G6 mindset. The old world imposed control from above. Here, wisdom listens, observes, and joins provision to nature without breaking it. Once crowned, Sovereign changes. The panic fades. The king no longer stands as an exile leaving a kingdom behind. He becomes a crowned strength stepping into a wider mandate. The Gold Disk does not diminish his majesty. It establishes it. It gives his strength focus. It turns resistance into movement. That is why the image is so powerful: Strength must be crowned by Truth, and power must follow the lead of Wisdom. Sovereign’s crowned forehead becomes a living symbol of that truth. Power without truth can resist, panic, or dominate. Strength without wisdom may either freeze or charge blindly. But strength crowned by truth can move forward with purpose. This is also where the family’s formation becomes proven. The name Harmonious Navigators is no longer playful. It has been tested. The Arrowhead leads with the staff, not alone but with Sovereign at his shoulder. The Shaft and Fletching follow close, not as afterthoughts, but as the stabilizing presence that keeps the direction true. Together they are not merely surviving the world anymore. They are beginning to move through it rightly. The air after the downburst is lighter, scrubbed clean by violence and perfumed by damp earth. That image matters. The storm did not simply pass; it purified. The path forward is not untouched by suffering. It has been cleansed through pressure. They leave the Grove not as the same people who entered it, but as a family formed through darkness, wind, gold, surrender, and trust. Part 2 of Sovereign’s commentary brings the arc to maturity. Sovereign is not only strength added to strength. He is strength guided by truth. He is not only abundance received. He is abundance rightly ordered. He is not only the horse who carries them through the storm. He is the crowned king who teaches them how power must move. Through him, the story teaches that provision may begin as promise, appear as wild strength, be forged as light in darkness, and finally become guidance when released to its proper place. The Gold Disk was never meant to remain in a human hand forever. It had to be cast. It had to guide. It had to burn away possession. It had to be released. And finally, it had to crown the strength it was always meant to lead. In Sovereign, the story gives us a majestic picture of strength redeemed from control. He is power without tyranny, abundance without possession, majesty without pride, and provision without bondage. He walks beside them as a reminder that the strongest gifts are not those we master, but those we receive, honor, and allow truth to guide. And once truth crowns strength, the journey can continue. The Gold Disc: It is one of the richest symbols in the Sovereign arc because it changes meaning as the journey unfolds. It begins as promise, becomes light, then guidance, then finally a crown. At its root, the Gold Disc is the Gold Seed made tangible. In her dream, the gold represented strength, the strength she sought in another. At first, that strength is recognized in the man as the Arrowhead, but later it overflows through Sovereign. The disc becomes the concentrated form of that promise: small enough to be held, heavy enough to matter, and powerful enough to guide them through the dark. Its first major lesson is that provision may appear smaller than expected. In the void, the man expects some great blazing answer, perhaps Sovereign shining like a living sun. Instead, he sees a tiny spark near the ground. He nearly dismisses it because it does not match the size of the problem. But the story teaches that a small light can still be true. The disc reminds us that faith often begins with something small, stubborn, and easily overlooked. Luke 17:6 The second lesson is that the disc cannot be hoarded. When he holds it too tightly, it burns him. This is deeply symbolic. The very thing meant to guide him becomes painful when possessed in fear of losing it. The Gold Disc only fulfills its purpose when he releases it. Cast into the dark, it becomes a beacon. Struck by Sovereign’s hoof, it becomes light. Retrieved and cast again, it becomes a rhythm of faith: release, follow, recover, and continue. So the disc teaches that some gifts are not meant to be clutched; they are meant to be trusted forward. It also becomes a symbol of truth under pressure. Sovereign strikes it again and again in the darkness, and each impact sends light into the void. Iron meets gold, pressure meets promise, and illumination breaks through. The disc is not merely shining by itself. It is being forged, awakened, and made useful through contact with strength. This connects beautifully to the family’s own transformation: they too are being struck by pressure, storm, uncertainty, and fear, yet through those pressures, purpose becomes clearer. Then, later, the disc’s meaning deepens again when it is placed on Sovereign’s forehead. At the boundary of the Grove, Sovereign hesitates. His strength is real, but even strength can freeze before transition. Sarah’s touch first finds the place of calm, and the woman understands that the Gold Disc belongs there. Once braided into Sovereign’s golden forelock, the disc becomes a frontlet, a crown, a royal seal of guidance. At that point, the Gold Disc is no longer only light in darkness. It becomes truth before the eyes of strength. That is the great symbolic movement: the disc moves from the hand to the path, from the path to the horse, from tool to crown. It is no longer something they carry for themselves; it becomes something that guides the strength carrying them. The lesson is powerful and must be remembered: Strength must be crowned by Truth, and power must follow the lead of Wisdom. In this way, the Gold Disc represents promise, provision, faith, release, guidance, and rightful authority. It is the seed of strength made visible, the small light that resists the void, the gift that burns when hoarded, the beacon that works when released, and finally the crown that teaches Sovereign how to move forward with calm purpose. Closing Reflection: Strength Crowned by Wisdom In the end, Sovereign’s journey reminds us that strength alone is not enough. Strength without wisdom can resist, rush, or seek to dominate. But strength crowned by truth becomes steady. Power guided by wisdom becomes service. And faith teaches the heart when to hold, when to release, and when to trust the path that opens only one step at a time. The Gold Disc burns when clutched, shines when released, and guides when placed where wisdom appoints it. The storm presses down, yet clears the poison. Sovereign is mighty, yet must be guided by truth. The man leads, but not alone. The woman sees, connects, and steadies. Sarah trusts with the quiet strength of innocence. Together, they show that abundant life is not only the absence of pressure, but the grace to move through pressure without being ruled by fear. Herein, we remembered a Scripture for this reflection: “The horse is prepared against the day of battle: but safety is of the LORD.” Proverbs 21:31 This verse beautifully gathers the meaning of Sovereign. The horse is real. The preparation matters. Strength has its place. But deliverance does not ultimately come from strength itself. Safety belongs to the Lord. That is the balance the story has been teaching all along: prepare, act, lead, protect, and endure, but do not mistake the gift for the Giver. So the lesson remains: let strength be crowned by wisdom, let wisdom be humbled by faith, and let faith remember that every true provision is safest when surrendered back to the One who gave it. These reflections are only a few of the many points of interest woven throughout the series. More insights, lessons, and symbolic breakdowns will continue to be added, so check back often. You may also continue the journey through the full Bridge Over Pond: Reflection Clock series, including the companion edition of Book 4. If this commentary has blessed you or stirred your curiosity, Book 4 will be of special interest. It follows this same reflective path, with deeper insights, expanded lessons, charts, diagrams, illustrations, and more. Follow the site, join the community, and continue the conversation. You can also follow the Amazon page, Goodreads, and other social platforms for updates and related content. “Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.” Proverbs 4:7 God bless you. P. S. Wilmot

Explore a profound journey of personal growth and spiritual understanding. This introspective piece delves into themes of forgiveness, progress, and the quest for true understanding amidst life’s distractions. Discover how change begins within and how seeing beyond our perceptions can lead to transformative results. Miscellaneous Writings Clarity A Prayer for Clarity and Change Beyond Perception: A Journey of Growth. The Essence of Progress: From Process to Result Share P. S. Wilmot A Quest for True Understanding Lord, thank you for the awareness of your presence in my life, even in times of my limited understanding. Your awareness serves as a reminder to focus amidst the many distractions. Lord, encourage me to see beyond the things that I perceive, for what they truly are. In doing so, the decisions that I face may not be made based on my limited understanding. Through patience and growth, may the decisions I make be acceptable in your presence. My ways are driven by passion, but they often do not lead to a better direction. However, through the recognition of my actions, change is initiated. If I expect to see changes around me, may those changes begin within me. If my actions have caused offense to my fellow men, knowingly or unknowingly, I seek your forgiveness. May I become a better man and mend those broken fences. And if anyone has wronged me, let it not be a distraction that prevents me from seeing the many good things ahead that you have in store for me. Lord, help me to see beyond the things that I perceive, to their true essence. Progress is the formation of new things. May I learn to accept progress. A process will eventually lead to results. Let me learn to look beyond the process to the result. Even when I’m weary, may my strength not be predicated on the tasks I’m undertaking or the progress that is unfolding, but on the results that are yet to come. Strength May the Lord give to you, according to the riches of His glory, with might to be strengthened through His Spirit, in regard to the inner man. Ephesians 3:16 ____________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© REQUEST A PRAYER Prayers awalkingnewman.com Writings

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The accumulation of things doesn’t make a person, but you as an individual can accumulate anything to make you to be whatsoever you want to be. If for the right reason, it is not only for the betterment of you, but for those around you as well. We are never where we are in the present without someone somewhere being what they were to us in the past. BACK Naharre By P. S. Wilmot With the sounds of chattering, unpleasant it became to the being of Naharre, the fourth of six siblings in a family of many. He could not make up the words that were spoken. For all spoke at once and no one spoke at a time, Naharre perceived in his mind. If I can only find a place of solitude in this house. It is a new place of dwelling, there has to be somewhere isolated. He pounders. Many are the doors, any door which leads away from where I am to where I want to be, will do. At the moment, weak and feeble was his being to get up hurriedly and leave. Although his mind kept not its peace, but wanders. Even so, slowly his busy and agitated mind coincided with his feebleness, as all faded away gradually. Could this be it, could this be my door? Naharre thought. Though I hear the chattering, but it’s like I’m behind this solid door. Now my peace and quiet seem to be near, for me, on my time. Just the way I like, for myself. The family’s new home differs from the lakeside home wherewith they all have come to call home for many years. Now, a new house was to be their new home. Though the mind sees the transition before the physical body experiences a change. However, at times it is the mind which rejects the change that is at hand even though the physical body is in a new place. This new place was Woodland Shrub. The new home of Naharre and his family. Naharre’s door led to a somewhat different presentation than the rest of the home of which his mother had articulately furnished. Though it bothered him not for a minute, but empty was the room, the pathway which Naharre’s door led him to. I can change some things here and make it my own. The walls of this room seem a great distance away from him. However, the room was in no wise a larger place. The discovery did not end through the perception of the illusion of the walls of the room. In the right corner of the room was the only furniture it seems, a big chair. To the far left up on the wall, was a glow clock visible in the somewhat dim atmospheric presentation of the room. Beneath the clock was a second heavy wooden constructed door. His alone time soon became a time of suppressed questions. For those things he did not fully understand, he brazenly accepted. Thereby suppressing the many questions so that he cannot judge his actions of wanting to be away from his family. But in his mind, he ponders. How can there be two doors to a room, where does a second door take me in such a room that is partially dark? In his consciousness, present with him was the many chattering of the voice of his family. Howbeit, the walls of this room did give him the control of the isolation he so desired. Quietly, this led to the occupying of the big chair. The physical characteristic and the impact of the chair was instantly felt as he sunk within its cushion and formation. The ease to his physical being did not once again calm the mind as his eyes became the window to his consciences through the things he saw. Precisely, the clock in the dim light above the obscure door. Although he rested in his pasture, but his mind finds not its place of peace in the present. The glow light of the clock became a howl to his dim surrounding. The chattering continues, seemingly guided toward him. At which point though he knew his family’s whereabouts, but they knew not his situation. The longer he accepted his isolation the more he was inclined to distance himself from the chattering. Leaving him with all but one decision, the obscure door beneath the clock and the going through thereof. Partially standing and leaning with his both hands on the armrest of the big chair. Louder became the ticking of the clock. With his attention drawn to the glowing light and the door, fading became the voices with the passing of the time on the clock. But more persistence was the voices to his awareness. The dim light of the room became like fetters of a hindrance to his ability to judge or reason. Moving forward, Naharre walked toward the door, reaching for the knob while yet a distance away by the stretching out of his arms. Therein, he realizes unlike the wooden construction of the door, the doorknob was made of a solid iron and cold to the touch, it felt. Pulling him further toward the unknown. The weighty door swung open without any effort on his part. Seemly a period of oblivion ended with the awareness of what was now before him. He could have never imagined. Even in his desire to be isolated, he now felt such an encounter must be spoken of with his family. Quickly, he turned to the door of his entry. As fast as he turned, startled he was with his body slamming into an obstacle. Unlike the inside of the room, the wall out here was the same as the surrounding. Rugged and bare, like a cliff. The door wherewith he entered remains, but as a cut-out of a marking, but without a handle or a doorknob. For a moment, Naharre knew he was no longer within their new home, and he was not alone! Facing the cliff-like wall, the realization of his action was before him as an obstacle. Having both hands and palms spread against the rugged barrier. The place of his solitude he has always desired was now an experience to behold. Therewith, he stays put. Knowing he was not alone; he stalls his turn as he palms the rugged barrier. At which point all that was around him became a reminder of his family. The chattering was now clear, and it was the calling of his name repeatedly. At the back of him was the sound of a waterfall, as though it was in its final stage of flowing. Trickling slowly was the flow of the water from the rugged iron-like rock formation. On the surface was the spread of puddles like lagoons. Moreover, in the center of it all, was a man. Slowly turning, the eyes of Naharre came in contact with the man. Naharre instinctively flinched. But the man moved not. Thick was the hair of the man. Thick and curly, but through time, the appearance of the man’s hair gives the impression of a drooping formation over and around his hunched shoulders. Not for a deformity to his being, but for the unflinching holding of a rod in his hands. As Naharre observed in nervousness, he perceives the rod was a fishing pole which the man held on to motionless without an expression. Nothing moves except for the occasion shimmering of the streaks of grays in his hair was like a splatter of white powder. Periodically there was a deep gasp from the man. Yet motionless he remains in his somewhat static surrounding of which Naharre was now a part of. Therein, his sensibilities were liberated, hearing he heard things he could not once hear. Seeing, he saw things he couldn’t see clearly before. For the man before him was himself, but as an old man. Now, before him was his discernment. Nevertheless, diffused was the potential fear, but heightened was his awareness of the surrounding. The puddles and the lagoons remained, he was free to see, observe and experience. But the man stays confined by his propensity of doing what he chooses to do, the holding of the fishing rod. Although he fishes not in the lagoons, albeit the paddling pool beneath his feet was a place of fishing, without flinching. Strange was the sighting to Naharre, for he knew about fishing through the company of his grandfather, and this was not the way it was to be carried out. However, he knew this man was a version of himself. For at times our actions and decisions may put us in various conditions. Becoming aware of this, he felt not a connection to the man. Through this, clearer became the chattering which drove him away. Now these were the voices calling his name so that he goes not astray. Like an individual trapped in a small room, the sounds of the calling of his name amplify and boomerang the walls of the hard rugged place, triggering a tremors-like effect and the shaking of his being. Even the waterfall, he felt the splashes on his face, once and again and continually. Intense became the tremors and the calling of his name amplified and heavier was the splash, soak to his being. On his back he realizes he was, looking up at the many faces of his family with gladness in their eyes looking upon him with Grandpa Memento, or Mem as he is called. A nickname shared between Naharre and his grandpa. Standing, holding an empty water pitcher in his arms with a smile on his face toward Naharre. There Naharre lays comprehending in his thoughts what has just happened while being glad to be in the presence of his family. What was the dim room that I walked through and the hard rugged place I was just a part of? These things and more play in the recollection of Naharre as he lay in the presence of his family. Welcome back, Harre. Spoke Grandpa as he let down the empty water pitcher with a smile of relief on his face. At the moment, Naharre must absorb the spattering of water encircling him as well as absorbing the experience he knew not how to put into words, as he rested with his family by his side. His mother spoke not a word, for his action and the results thereof which had led to this incident. Nevertheless, her love for him could be seen beyond her silence through her actions and her body language and the urgency she shows in the preparing of his favorite sandwich as she returns again in the company of the family by his side. Propping him up and giving to him the sandwich followed by the careful placement of a dry towel she placed around his shoulders and neck. From the time of his previous encounters to the present experience with the family, glad they were and appreciative he was being with them. However, for the most part, the pleasantries in merriment have been through expression rather than a physical contact like that of a hug from his mother. In particular that he missed and silently looked forward to. But through his alienation caused by his actions which led to being confined in a strange rugged hard place; now in a familiar place his guilt became one more confinement. For this time, the uncertainties were the barrier of not knowing how the family felt about his previous doings. Many were the thoughts circulating his mind, but one was the action it took for the recomposing of his mind and his awareness. Tugging below him with a slight weight thereon, his eyes did follow downward coming in contact with Ginomai. The youngest of the six siblings. Unlike the others, being glad for his return, but somewhat still being aware of what happened. Ginomai held back not their expression of gladness while forgetting the wrongdoing of Naharre and climbing their way up into his arms. Until the two were arms around body and head in chest embrace. With gladness in his heart yet again, the burden he once felt was now clear to all, like the honest transparent accumulation which built-up below his eyelids and glided in the flow of tears on his cheeks as he held on to Ginomai. The lesson to Naharre was made known. When the haughtiness of the mind has risen beyond the means to reason for the consideration of others. At times, it takes the smallest of things to bring the mind to a humble place of reasoning and the appreciation of others. Or what we are to those who greatly care about us. For every life moment there is an experience. This was a new life’s moment being experienced in their new home. Before now, at their lakeside home, Naharre though being young, he was by far the most expert tour guide at Lake Same, the largest lake in the land. Many were his encounters with the people from all walks of life and their exciting stories. For Naharre, this was his moment and an experience all for himself in which he took pride in the harboring of his importance. Until the family’s decision of relocating to a place unheard of by many, Woodland Shrub. Unlike the opened and established lake shores with its many mansions aimed at tourism and the attractions thereof. Every road and path of Lakeview was cutout for commerce and wealth. Even the grass which ran alongside the shores or pavements were kept accordingly to accommodate the appearance of Lake Same. On the contrary, here at Woodland Shrub, most paths had to be made on a daily basis. For the preparation of their move, Grandpa Memento and his son, Naharre’s father worked endlessly in secrecy for a surprise to the family in clearing a great portion of the family’s land. Which was now covered in lush natural green grass-like lawn. Bordered with beautiful vegetations and plant life, even with an artesian well in sight with individual trees, big and small. Weaving below their trunks were the scattering of boulders of all sizes. Some fully seen while others remain partially visible with crystal clear babbling brooks flowing round and about the rocks. Ahead in the distance was an unseen waterfall heard by its sound through the overhanging of the branches of trees and vegetation. Though unseen for the time of the season due to the fullness of the leaves on the tree’s branches and the growing shrubs. But one could smell the purity of the cleaner air through the negative ionization of the waterfall effect on the surrounding. Peaceful and calm, it was. So was the experience of Naharre, lying on the open porch of the family. Having been brought out unconsciously. For the first time he greatly experiences these things. Although it was present upon their relocation to Woodland Shrub. However, if the body experiences transition but the mind is unwilling to change. Therein, the individual is trapped in a past, while failing to see the present that they are a part of. This was the case with Naharre, refusing any meal with his family for many days until he wandered into an unfurnished room of the new home, wherewith he passed out. Seeing himself as an old man, trapped in a place, doing what he loves to do, fishing, but doing it the wrong way. Such was the thick hair hunched over, old man. Surrounded by waters and lagoons, but he fished in a small paddling pool. For at times, the individual is excessively fixed on what they want and how they want it, consequently the individual fails to see greater things that are around them. The fear of time, like the dim clock that controls the individual action to act now or never. Often time, this fear will lead them into a cold hard place of their entrapment. Like the old man through the wooden door, but was now sitting in a hard place. Doing what he loves to do, but without a result, for carrying it out in a wrong way. As the gentle cool breeze soothes Naharre, he awakens from his thoughts while giving Ginomai a tight embrace of love and appreciation. Though he hugs but one of his many siblings and family for now. But in a single hug was the love for them all. The waterfall he previously encountered was in a perishing stage. Now, loud and soothing was the roaring of their waterfall out in the distance. Piercing through the sound of the waterfall and cool breeze was the passing by of a Great Blue Heron. Familiar was the sound to his ears, as both grandpa and Naharre looked up with a smile. Often the two have heard such sounds on their fishing trips in the past. The present was now and a new life to be. Taking turns was each individual family member giving Naharre a hug and a welcome back greeting, but for their large size as a family, they all at once collapsed on him with a joyous group hug along with the little giggling Ginomai gladly trapped in the middle of the group hug. With a relief, spoke Naharre. It was a nightmare. Grandpa took his hand in his hand, and he spoke out that all may hear. Though he spoke to Naharre, but in so doing he addressed them all. Harre, in the hours of our sleep when our nightmare haunts us, it is time we wake up to our reality. Striving to do the right thing in the present while we are yet awake, that we may find rest and pride in our dreams. The accumulation of things doesn’t make a person, but you as an individual can accumulate anything to make you to be whatsoever you want to be. If for the right reason, it is not only for the betterment of you, but for those around you as well. We are never where we are in the present without someone somewhere being what they were to us in the past. So, learn to ask yourself, what am I to others? I belong here, replied Naharre. As they all walked together beneath the shades of the trees alongside the babbling brooks with a large silver serving plate filled with freshly prepared varieties of food. All together as a family. Many in numbers, but in one accord. ____________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© For more on the story of Naharre, explore the short‑story collection Footprints in the Whiteout, a tapestry of winter journeys, quiet reckonings, and grace found in unexpected places. Within its pages you’ll encounter Naharre’s awakening, the rare deer of the Rockies, a certain man and his people, and the sequel that continues Naharre’s path toward belonging. Each story is a footprint left in the whiteout, guiding the reader toward the Light that walks before them. 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The Hebrew word describing the Meat Offering is the word minchah, which means a gift, with the idea of an inferior giving a gift to a superior. When we as believers recognizes the blessings of God unto us, with the heart of gratitude, may we present our Meat Offering to the Lord. The Five Offerings of Leviticus The Five Offerings Part 2, The Meat Offering Share Miscellaneous Writings A five-part series dealing with the five Offerings of Leviticus. The Burnt Offering The Meal Offering The Peace Offering The Sin Offering The Trespass Offering The Meat Offering , like the Burnt Offering , both offerings denote consumption. May we be separate from the ill things of this world that we may be consumed in Christ, to Whom the Offerings represent. As aforementioned, these things were a shadow of that which was to come, we do not practice them for they were fulfilled in Christ, of whom they all pointed to in types, symbols and shadows. Thus, He said; search the scriptures; for in them you think you have eternal life: and they are they which testify of Me. (John 5:39) Therefore, as we search the scriptures concerning the topic of the Five Offerings , let us not viewed them as a legalistic command that must be enacted to earn God’s grace. Nevertheless, through the revelations therein we shall contract a glimpse of the wonders acts of God throughout the ages. The second of the five offerings to expound is that of the Meat Offering, or the Meal Offering. Although the Leviticus Offerings are unique within themselves, as distinct offerings, we learn of their importance separately through these studies, but their greatness is only realized when they are presented as a whole, together, they all represent Christ our Lord, and our relationship with him. Through the studies, we will expound each Offerings as a distinct offering, so that we may better understand our relation to the offerings in types and shadows and overall the representation of the offerings as Christ, in our lives. Even Though we study the two Offerings separately, (The Burnt Offering and the Meat Offering) but they must be viewed as the continuation of one. The first dealt with the gruesome effect of sin and the remedy thereof. Now, the latter give us an insight to the gratitude for the remission of sin. Where a tremendous gift is obtained, gratitude must be seen. For this gratitude, we will expound the Meat offering , which is also called the Grain Offering . The Hebrew word describing the Meat Offering is the word minchah , which means a gift, with the idea of an inferior giving a gift to a superior. Humanity in its fallen state is the inferior, when we as believers recognizes the blessings of God unto us, let us not dwell on the constant state of only seeing our shortcomings, but with the heart of gratitude, may we present our Meat Offering to the Lord. Though the word meat is used in the name of this Offering; however, it had nothing to do with a flesh of an animal, like that of the Burnt offering. This isn’t a contradiction nor a misunderstanding, but rather a difference in the use and the understanding of words, then and now. The period of the Offerings The time of the Offerings was that of Israel of old. Today, the word “meat” refers to a flesh; however, during the time of our text, in Biblical days, meat simply referred to food, usually grains. Consequently, this offering in its names as Meat Offering, or Grain Offering, it can also be referred to as the Meal Offering , as indicated in the title. For this study, the titles will be used interchangeably, with Grain Offering being the focus of the exposition. The background of the Meat Offering and its applications toward us and to the Lord. The Meat Offering also refers to as the Grain Offering, its latter name should give us a better insight to the implication of the offering. As a Grain offering , it came from the harvest of the land. Now, considering a harvest is the season of reaping and gathering, consequently, before we reap and gather that which is needful to us, we must labor to do that which is right. The Grain Offering symbolized the recognition of God’s blessing to the believer through the harvest of the land; however, before the time of blessing, there must be the time of sacrifice. Since we in ourselves cannot be a sacrifice for the cause to a change, so Christ became our sacrifice. This is represented through the previous offering, the Burnt Offering. Therein, blood was represented for the remission of sin. Christ died on the Cross once, and resurrected. Today, when we place our faith in Christ, we died to the sin nature that we may rise in newness of life. Herein, this is clearly represented in the Grain Offering, as the Burnt offering represented Christ death, the Grain Offering represents His life. Since He live, let us live also by the reason of faith in Him. The substance of the Grain Offering and its preparation in relation to Christ. For the introduction to this, we read according to the second chapter of Leviticus. When any will offer a meat offering unto the LORD, his offering shall be of fine flour ; and he shall pour oil upon it, and put frankincense thereon Leviticus 2:1 The points of interest giving herein are, fine flour, oil and frankincense, but before the exposition, let us first proceed to the circumstances surrounding the preparation. The flour and the oil were to be baked in an oven, or in a pan, or fried in a frying pan. Though fire is portrayed here like that of the Burnt Offering, however, the fire spoken of here is not of judgment, but rather the newness of life, or the forming of something new through the purge of flame. Likewise, the Grain Offering in its representation of Christ, though it is presented with fire, but without judgment the offering serves a new life for all who will freely partake. The Grain Offering representing Christ in His perfection. As previously mentioned, the Grain Offering was to be a fine flour with oil and frankincense . Fine flour The fine flour spoken of here denotes Christ in His perfection. The fine refers to that which is thoroughly grind. There was not a single grain found in the fine flour, but all even and without any unevenness, rendering it smooth without any roughness to the touch. Such is Christ our Lord. In Him is nothing uneven, nor the roughness and harshness of this world had anything on Him, no matter the pressure and circumstance of this world when he did walk among us, He stays the same, smooth and perfected throughout His being. In Him there is nothing unseemly or forbidding. He was anointed with the oil of the Holy Spirit, that is to be filled with the Holy Spirit. Luke 4:1 The fine flour formed the basis of the Meat Offering. Therefore, all that we present to God, may Christ be the center of it all, in His perfection. The next substance of the offering was that of the oil. Oil He shall pour oil upon it (The fine flour) Once again, herein we see the representation of our blessed Lord as our representative man to God our Father. The phrase, and He shall pour oil upon it, refers to the oil being poured on the fine flour, wherewith it adds to the substance of the fine flour while becoming one with the fine flour, it ushers in a total transformation. As Christ is our example, we seek to be like Him. In His perfection like unto the fine flour, we cried, dear Lord remove all the imperfection in me, make me as one with Thee. However, let us not seek perfection without the pouring in of the Holy Spirit in us, the representation of the oil being pour into the fine flour. Though a man and a woman can put themselves through all the religious regiments of purification, day in and day out, to smooth out all the imperfections like that of the fine flour. However, without the pouring in of the oil, the representation of the Holy Spirit in their lives, he or she is nothing more, but a fine specimen waiting to be blown by every wind that flows, forgotten and lost, but with the Holy Spirit in us, we formed a new substance, ready to be presented to the Lord. May we be a sweet savor to our God through Christ our Lord. For this, we will observe the third substance of the Grain Offering. Frankincense And he (The one bringing the offering) shall bring it to Aaron's sons the priests: and he shall take thereout his handful of the flour thereof, and of the oil thereof, with all the frankincense thereof; and the priest shall burn the memorial of it upon the altar , to be an offering made by fire, of a sweet savor unto the LORD Leviticus 2:2 Like the oil, which was poured upon the fine flour, here we see the third substance, (frankincense) to be “put” on the fine flour in the preparation of the Grain Offering. The word “put” that is used here, it gives us a deeper insight to the preparation. The Hebrew word for put in this passage is nathan (naw-than') and in its many meanings such as, to give, set or consecrate , the latter shall suffice in the exposition of the passage. To consecrate means to set apart and bless . Such was the Grain Offering, a portion was set apart, with the frankincense being poured thereon. Frankincense is bitter, therefore, the portion set apart here, or consecrated wasn’t meant for eating. Frankincense serves in two aspects, the physical and the spiritual . The white-like color of the frankincense represents the purity of Christ our Lord and the reflection wherewith He is reflected in us to the world, this is the physical aspect. Secondly, the representation of its fragrance while burning with the portion of the Grain Offering on the altar , it served as the spiritual aspect of the two. May we not only be seen outwardly as righteous, but through Christ, our work and dealing may serve as a sweet fragrance to the Lord on high. The merging of the two, the outward appearance of purification and the inward representation of righteousness ushers in the state of intercession and prayer . Let us take hold the need of adding prayer to our sacrifice, that through Christ we may be acceptable by God. This we know, Christ is our Intercessor who lives forever. Therefore, He is able, now and always, to save those who come to God through Him because He lives forever to plead with God for us all. Hebrews 7:25. No one comes to God without going through Jesus Christ. John 14:6 No one comes to Jesus Christ without abiding at the Cross. Luke 9:23 The altar during the time of our text, is the representation of the Cross of today. As it was at the altar the consecration of the Grain Offering was made to be accepted as a sweet savor to God and for a memorial ; likewise, can we as believers today bypass the Cross and expect to be accepted by God? Certainly not. The Cross spoken of here isn’t a representation of a physical object to which we pray, nor that which is proudly displayed in homes, or on oneself. The Cross of Christ to the Christian is the memorial of Christ’s Triumph and victory over sin on our behalf. Colossians 2:14-15 . Shall we then not herald from where our victory was won and abide therein? The memorial The Grain Offering of then, may it serve to us today and all eternity as a memorial of Christ our offering to God our Father. Therein, may we never forget what the Lord has done for us as the perfect sacrifice in our stead. For God our Father will never forget. Now, thanks be unto God, which always causes us to triumph in Christ, and makes manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place. For we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved. 2 Corinthians 2:14-15 The varieties of food in the Grain Offering, but with consistency of perfection There were diverse representations of food to celebrate the offering. From the fine flour mix with oil and first-fruits came: Baked cakes Baked pan cakes (flat) Fried pan cakes (flat) First-fruits of crops Though diverse, in their representation, but their consistent rules for preparation became the unity for their perfection, in that they were all to have salt in them. Salt The uniqueness of salt is that it serves as a preservative and a type of the Word of God . Therefore, as we are preserved in Christ to the Father, may all things we do, be carried out with the input of the Word of God . This we read; And every oblation (offering) of thy meat offering shalt thou season with salt; neither shalt thou suffer (allow) the salt of the covenant of thy God to be lacking from thy meat offering: with all thine offerings thou shalt offer salt . Leviticus 2:13 Let the reader observe the repetition in the verse above, with the word salt being the key to the partition of three phrases. Repetitions in the Scriptures serve as a means to bring attention to a cause wherewith the reader ought to take heed. And every oblation of thy meat offering shalt thou season with salt Neither shalt thou suffer (allow) the salt of the covenant of thy God to be lacking from thy meat offering With all thine offerings thou shalt offer salt . Now, let us expound each partition as one, with Christ being the focus, and our relation to Him. And every oblation of thy meat offering shalt thou season with salt Salt is a preservative and a savor. As Christ is a sweet savor to the Father on our behalf, from everlasting to everlasting for the preservation of us all. Now, in all things we do, let it be done with savor (the sensation of that which is good) In joy for the preservation between us and God through Jesus Christ our Lord. Neither shalt thou suffer (allow) the salt of the covenant of thy God to be lacking from thy meat offering From the preceding passage, herein we are again reminded of God's prescribed order. Like the Tabernacle of old, one could not get to the Holy place and the Holy of Holies, without first approaching the Brazen Altar . The representation of the Cross of Christ . Likewise, today, let the believer be reminded, the relationship through the Covenant wherewith he or she stands with God, it is because of Christ Jesus (the salt) and never shall this establishment be lacking from what we are to God and Who He is to us. The salt of the covenant represents the incorruptible character of the covenant, and its cleansing properties. For He who is the keeper of the covenant is Christ. All that we do, may we apply Christ, the Word of God to our conversation. (Way of life) With all thine offerings thou shalt offer salt In all that we do, let it be done with the sensation of that which is good, for the keeping of the everlasting covenant. Everlasting, for He who mends the covenant is Christ Jesus, the everlasting One. All that we are and all that we do, let us abide in Christ, lest without Him we drift with pride, claiming to perfection while denying the power thereof, and without the show of that which is holy in our lives. Thus, was the warning of the two substances forbidden from the Grains Offering, leaven and honey . No meat offering, which ye shall bring unto the LORD, shall be made with leaven: for ye shall burn no leaven, nor any honey, in any offering of the LORD made by fire. Leviticus 2:11 That which was excluded from the offering then, (leaven and honey) the two will serve as a warning in our relationship with the Lord, today. Unlike, the salt, which is the representation of the word of God, in its characteristics of preservation and cleansing. On the contrary, leaven is the opposite. Therefore, it was excluded from the Grain Offering, which represents Christ. For in Him there is no pride nor corruption. Today, if Christ, the Word of God is not the center of who we are and of our conversation, we in essence invite corruption into our lives, as one of the attributes of a leaven is putrefaction. Though decaying from within through immorality, yet the individual sees not his or her demise. For the second attribute of a leaven is the ability to cause a substance wherewith it comes in contact with to swell and rise. However, the rising effect of a leaven upon a substance is not of a solid representation, but a fluff. Like a bread made with leaven, from its outward appearance, it presents the image of being big and full, but with pressure on the bread, it deflates, while losing its false appearance. Such is pride in the life of an individual. For they are blind in their wrongdoing, but pompous with false exaltation. As we read and study the types and symbols of that which was then, to be applied to our lives now, let us not focus only on that which is forbidden such as the leaven. Lest we forget the reason for our study, the Lord Jesus Christ. The Grain Offering in its portrayal of Christ, represents in us a voluntary act of worship . Therewith, we recognize God’s goodness and provision. Therefore, as leaven represents other things, and pride, may we be the opposite of those things, along with pride, by coming into His presence with a humble spirit and thanksgiving. The worship of God should not be governed by our fancies, nor do we only worship based on that which is pleasing to us. For this reason, symbolically honey was the second of the two-substance omitted from the Grain offering. Though pleasing to man through our taste and sensibility, but true offering to God should be predicated on gratitude rather than pleasure. From these we perceive the spiritual implications, so that we take hold to that which we have learned. Let us not be fill with pride, nor only desire that which is pleasing, lest we soon become like certain religious leaders of old, to whom Christ issue a rebuttal saying; You are always searching the scriptures, because, as for you, you think that in them you are having life eternal. And those are the ones which testify concerning me. And yet you do not desire to come to me in order that you may be having life. These we received, and humbly we pray as the apostle Paul once prayed. LORD, THAT I MAY KNOW YOU! ____________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© Share

Biblical resource through the Walking New Man website/Quotations page-10 Faith is more powerful than government, and NOTHING is more powerful than God. The further modern man in his Innovation drift from the acknowledgment of God, the more one-sided his contributions are to society. Befitting the elites, while ostracizing the many. Through this mindset, no longer is humanity created equal under one God. Therefore, some are better than others, while disregarding the individual Inalienable rights. P. S. Wilmot Artist, writer The relation of geology as well as astronomy to the Bible, when both are well understood, is that of perfect harmony. The Bible nowhere limits the age of our globe, while its chronology assigns a recent origin to the human race; and geology not only confirms the truth of the history of man, but it affords decisive evidence that the Genesis presents a true statement of the progress of the terrestrial arrangements, and of the introduction of living beings in the order in which their fossil remains are found entombed in the strata. The Word and the works of God cannot be in conflict, and the more they are studied, the more perfect will their harmony appear. Benjamin Silliman American chemist and science educator. Founder of the American Journal of Science. Unquestionably! No one can read the Gospels without feeling the actual presence of Jesus. His personality pulsates in every word. No myth is filled with such life Albert Einstein Mathematician and physicist. Opportunity knows no color, those who desire a change will obtain the possibilities for greatness. P. S. Wilmot Artist, writer Anger is a short madness. The less we do when we go mad the better for everybody, and the less we go mad the better for ourselves. Charles Spurgeon English Baptist preacher, a prolific writer. Feeling good within is appreciating who we are. Appreciation is a step toward feeling good. P. S. Wilmot Artist, writer A man’s self is to him the prime cause of most of his miseries. Adam Clarke British theologian and biblical scholar. Renowned for his expositor’s commentary on the entire Bible. My race did not save me, Jesus did. The history of my race did not save me, Jesus did. Have I now forsaken my family? Of course not. I point them to my Savior Jesus Christ. Do I forsake my race? Of course not. Everything God created was good, and I was created in the image God, but not in the image of a race. P. S. Wilmot Artist, writer Is failure acceptable without waiting, than waiting to succeed? P. S. Wilmot Artist, writer Page 10 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 A walking New Man

Study materials, Books & Resources. Blogs/Articles with Miscellaneous Writings accommodating Fine Art & Illustrations, Drawings, from A Walking New Man website Miscellaneous Writings Share Trinity For there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father , the Word , and the Holy Ghost : and these three are one . (1 John 5:7) The further evidence of God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit as one, is inscribed majestically at the beginning of Scripture. Genesis 1:26 And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. Note, the phrase and God said, the word God is in the singular form, meaning the single one of its kind. However, further in the verse, a new phrase is brought forth. which reads; Let us make man in our image . The word (us) is the objective case of we, denoting the person speaking and another, or others with him. So then, God is one God (Deuteronomy 6:4) , but who were with Him at the creation of man? Was God referring to the angelic host? Absolutely not, man was created in the image and likeness of God and not of the angels. So God created man in His own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created He them (Genesis 1:27) . Yet, the question still lingers, who were the parties that denotes, let us make man in our image? If we are truly searching the Scriptures, our questions are no longer a burden to bear, but the gateway to wisdom and the understanding of God. For we read in (1 John 5:7) there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father , the Word (meaning Jesus) and the Holy Ghost : and these three are one . So then can a person read the infallible Word of God, but yet denial the three as one God? Also known as the Trinity . The repudiation against the Trinity, Father and Son and Holy Ghost in one. Is an indirect attack against Jesus Christ (the Word). An attack against Jesus Christ, is an attempt to keep man in darkness, away from the Light. Jesus Christ is that Light, for He said, I am the light of the world: he that followeth Me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life. (John 8:12). Therefore, if Christ is not wholly seen as fully God and fully man, he who perceive Him partly, is seeing obscurely. Thereby their understanding of Him is limited and the fullness of His blessed wisdom is limited to those who acknowledge Him, yet denying the fact that He is God. The necessity of the believer’s salvation, sanctification and glorification, is predicated upon Jesus being fully God , and fully man . Being fully man, He shall know our weakness, our failures and our needs. Being fully God, He is our strength when we are weak, our gracious God in times of failure. The provider of all our needs and the only forgiver of sin. So then, he who acknowledges Christ as just a man. Has limit the provision of God through Jesus Christ. For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily (Colossians 2:9) . Whereas, If Christ is only seen as God, then salvation is not real, for it took the death of the man Jesus Christ for the remission of sin. Then there are who accept Him as the only begotten Son of God, but lower Him as lesser to God. If He is the Son of God who always existed With God and have no beginning, therefore His son-ship differ from the human biological procreation, whereas a human child carries the likeness of both parents. The child inherits half their DNA from each parent. But this we know, before Christ was born of the virgin, He existed in glory (John 17:5) , therefore He have no beginning, neither was He created. So then, unlike a human child which carries in its body a representation of both parents. Christ as the Son of God has no mother, thereby Christ is 100 percent His Father, who is His Father? His Father is God. Hence, Jesus Christ is fully God. Yet, He took on the form of man, to redeem man from sin and pay the price of sin by His death on the Cross, but God cannot die. Therefore, He became man, a perfect man as the perfect Sacrifice to die in the place of sinful man. As He is fully God, He is fully man, if He is half man, then only half of our sins were paid for on the Cross. For we know He cleanse us from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9) . Being fully man, He had to become like us in order to save us. Yet, as the perfect man. In our imperfection, we received His perfection. Christ is our fully man and our fully God. If He is half God, then we cannot be fully reconciled with God. For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily (Colossians 2:9) Therefore let us not limit the blessing of God to us by limiting who Christ is and what He has done for us. Consequently, he who comes to Christ must accept Him wholly for Who He is, fully man and fully God. Lest your salvation is incomplete and your glorification is in doubt. For further insight into the revelation of the nature of Christ, check out the birth of Christ . ____________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© BACK

DeedFair-Ville stood uniquely on the foundation of the creativity of nature where nothing is wasted. The little cozy neighborhood nestled happily on a green grassy slope of what used to be a steep incline. Though the topography has seen changes, but what now remains was the foundation of a beautiful, stretched, rolling hills of grassy land which extended into a shadow valley. DeedFair-Ville by P. S. Wilmot Most things will start up right, but when things turn bad, is it fate? Was not the good before becoming bad the fate of that which was to be? If so, one cannot settle for the bad having already experienced the good. Let the outcome of life and living be filled with meanings, while doing the right things, while acting in good conscience. As we strive to see ahead of us while looking back at times, but God sees all, and God is fair. He will not forget the work you did or the love you showed for Him in the help you gave and are still giving to others. DeedFair-Ville stood uniquely on the foundation of the creativity of nature where nothing is wasted. The little cozy neighborhood nestled happily on a green grassy slope of what used to be a steep incline. Though the topography has seen changes, but what now remains was the foundation of a beautiful, stretched, rolling hills of grassy land which extended into a shadow valley. The valley was unusual, in that it did not typify the usual perception of a valley. In this valley, life was abundant, and danger was nonexistent. The stream which ran through the valley, did support numerous animals. Without any predators, the fauna of the valley flourished together. There was ne'er a dull moment, gazing from the hillsides of DeedFair-Ville into the valley. Eventually there was a glitter of white and a color in the distance. A single appearance usually followed by another, and then another, hopping and emerging were the varieties of animals. The curious ones were accustomed to the sounds of the children playing. Their responds steered them to venture freely to the hills to be with the children. However, beyond the valley was a stretched out open plain. Distinct from DeedFair-Ville, the outer limits of the plain and those that worked and lived there were that of a mystery. Though beauty lies between the two neighborhoods, but when individuals are gravitated only toward their minute difference, the commonality of the beauty between them, like that of the valley, it is unseen. Therein, the division remains. Progression in division is limited in its sustainability, but with unity, abundance is achieved. The heart that is gravitated toward that which is right, it is positioned to look beyond the current situation, in hope for a change. Such were certain residences of DeedFair-Ville. Now, it was a beautiful Autumn afternoon, a time of preparation and transition. Though the times and the way of doing things have changed, and not all the residents undertook the harvesting of crops during the autumn season like those who came before them, but certain things remain consistent. The beautiful array of bright fiery colors from the changes in the leaves of the trees. As the trees let go of their leaves in the preparation for the chilly winter season, the lesson is learnt that one can exit from the scene in grace, while leaving a beautiful impression like that of the golden colors of autumn. It was also a reminder that the end of one thing is the beginning of another. The preceding season of summer and its warmth with longer days has concluded. Therein, one was free to explore in the warmth of the sun, in the open while immersing in its light, but now with autumn, the days are shorter, chores need to be done speedily. Inasmuch as the ushering in of the wintry weather with shorter days, the need of the family bond is essential. It is time to keep out the chills while keeping those that are precious, closer. School and learning have paused, and the children were free. Free indeed they were to explore regardless of the chilly days; the hillsides of DeedFair-Ville appear more desirable with the obligations of schoolwork temporarily out of the picture. Their chores became a double chore, for the parents who give out the chores, took on the task of constantly reminding them to complete the task at hand. For others, learning never ended, such was the outspoken, but often quiet, Constantine. When he spoke less, his actions spoke volumes. On the contrary, in his company beside him every so often was the little, but outspoken Tesoretta. Tes spoke even when she wasn’t spoken to. She was very fond of Constantine in the presence of the other children; he knew everything because he was the best. This was Tes` presentation of him, until she had to adhere to him, then her opinion exceeded her size. In comparison to the others, she was one of the youngest, but her size did not stop her from being heard, nor did it prevent her from roaming with the others. However, her wandering always led her back to the side of Constantine. As the chattering of the children voices rolled along the hills, one could clearly see in their mind’s eye the action of the children without seeing them, but by listening to their ever-active voices, and those of their companion pups with them. The many changes that led to the establishment of this neighborhood was clearly seen among the adult’s population. Though the younger ones roam freely out in the open, but the absent of the adults was seen in the display of the shut doors of the beautiful homes, and the empty porches and patios. The adults seemly favor their lifestyle through their works and careers, as accommodating to the time. Most things were done through commands programs, within their homes rather than a dexterous approach. Perhaps the absence of the adults was atoned for through the flourishing movement of the children throughout the hills. They didn’t reject the time which was perceived as accommodating to their parents. Neither did they neglect the interaction with their surroundings. For certain adults, the interaction with the outdoors was a daily routine of gazing outside, from within. Watching the hills and partially seeing the movements in the valley while looking beyond into the open plains where life remains a mystery. Nevertheless, the ongoing of time seen in the open plains was predictable to the observant eyes, like that of Desiree. At the fall of dusk, sporadically arose the glow of lights in the windows of the homes on the plains. Thereafter, the slow smoky ascend from the fireplace chimney led to the disappearing of the glowing lights in the windows. As the sun light recedes over the plains, the smoky ascend faded into the dark until at dawn where it was still seen. The extinguishing of the smoke at dawn meant silence throughout the plains, until the first light reappears in the window at dusk. Caught between her thoughts and her surroundings, and the sounds of the children playing, Desiree held on to her mug, feeling its warmth, with the circulation of the soft yet soothing coffee aroma while substituting the soothing aroma for her first hot sip. A hand rested on her shoulder. Briefly taking her eyes from the view outside, tilting her head with a crack of a smile, she reluctantly welcomes his touch. Having seen her gazing out the window, he likewise leans over with his hand still on her shoulder and looked out the window. Unlike her long staring, his was but a peek. At times, that which is present, and is before the individuals, it brings out a different reaction to each individual based on their attitude of perception. Therein, although the same thing is seen by both parties, but their reactions differ. Though she conveys not her thoughts from the long gazing, but for him, his impression of the outside was certainly different than that of Desiree. The leaves still aren’t fully raked and properly disposed; any precipitation would cause a cascade of debris! This was his way of showing his disapproval of the delay of the chores by the children, having looked out the window. Placing her coffee down upon the surface of the window nook, Desiree rested her left hand on the back of his hand on her shoulder. Look again, and look out there, she said; what do you see? With a startling expression on his face, he pauses for a while and replied, you didn’t hear what I said did you? I heard you, but do you see what is out there? Being even more startled, and somewhat edgy now from the repetition of the question to him, as he pulls back, she held unto his hand causing him to look again. He was a man who took pride in getting things done promptly. Thus, he was referred to as “Man O’ man” by the other men of the neighborhood. Looking yet again, but to no avail to the question proposed to him. As they both look and gaze through the window, suddenly, appeared in the open was Tesoretta all by herself and presumably sad. Although Tes wasn’t the reason for Desiree`s question, but at last for now they both saw the same thing. It was an unusual sight, even for Tes, she seems baffled, with Constantine not in her sight. As they both watched her from within, with a press of a button, he slides open the window and began calling out to Tes. Hearing his call, she moved forward, but hesitated in her steps as she looks around in hope to see Constantine. Still sitting, watching, and sipping on her coffee, with the image of Tes in her view, a memory was rekindled within Desiree, a memory of herself in the likeness of Tes which took her back many years in the past before DeedFair-Ville became what it now was. While she thought on these things, a burden weighed upon her, one that she has borne alone for so long. One could now begin to understand her gazing of the hills and the valley and unto the plains was more than a glimpse, but her mind’s attempt in fighting the fight of conscience over comfort. Making right the error of the past, or the acceptance of the past as a fate of what was meant to be. Emerging yet again from her thoughts as if she were a stranger to the reality of her surroundings, she at once channeled her focus back on Tes. The hesitation of Tes in moving forward likely led to that which she desires, looking back as she moves slowly toward the call from the window, further east of the hills was Constantine with his eyes fixed on her. No longer did the calls matter to her. The hesitant Tes became certain, as she turns around away from the call and ran toward Constantine. Having witnessed all that together and seeing the reaction of Tes, Desiree picks up her mug and leans back, while looking up at him with a smile; you lose, she went after her brother! Thereafter the home was once again quiet as both the adults retreated to their respective jobs within their home. Unlike the inside of the home, the sound of the late afternoon wind could be heard and seen through its impact on the surroundings. The harsher the wind impact across the hills, the louder were the screams of the children from the joy of being a part of the outdoors. Due to the somewhat mountainous topography and a valley, the distortion of the airflow was usually unpredictable in the wind flow patterns. If the little Tes was a weathervane, her movement toward Constantine was sure sporadic. Her steps were arranged steadily one after the other with her hands stretched forth in an anticipation of reaching him, as her hair blew with the wind movement, soon her visibility was shrouded with her hair, but she kept on moving. Seeing, she did not see, but knowing she knew he will be there for her. At times in life and the complications experienced are due in part to the mindset that simplicity must be only a steppingstone on which one must graduate to the opposite of being simple. Nevertheless, such paths usually lead to the complicated aspects of life and living. One cannot always be a child, but if childhood is the foundation from whence life enters into maturity, then one must learn to be established thereon by the means of the simplicity as a child. Therein, most things of complication that are later experienced in life will be avoided. Like that of Tes, in her steady movement, with her eyes covered with her hair in the wind, and coming in contact with her brother suffice for the temporal hindrance she previously experienced. Now, her joy was to be in his presence, consequently her past didn’t matter. Don’t you let go of my hand Constantine, I have added to your weight! Now, with me holding your hand, you can never be taken away by the wind. Why thank you Tes! Wouldn’t you want to experience what is on the other side if we were taken by the wind? Well, mom said a lady cannot leave home without her nec-cities. Okay, you can’t leave home without your necessities, what about a short trip? Holding on to her hand, through the wind, they both walked further east of the hills while gradually descending. As the incline of the hill steepened, the grass below was rather taller than that of the hill side. Even with the further effort of her strides, the higher length of the grass almost became like that of her wind-blown hair previously. Nevertheless, she held on. Where are we going Constantine? On a short trip, I promise and without the need of your necessities. With the burst of smile on both faces, her hand tightly wrapped around his. Though the landscape now in view was rather different than the hillside, but unity in the unknown will be a comfort to explore and overcome without deterrence. As the steep incline of the hill gradually levels up, further above were the sounds of the activities from the hills. An all-new realm of exploration it seems, the view of the plains was no longer seen from the top. Windy it was, as it was with the hillside, yet static was the surrounding. Are we in the valley, but without the animals? This is beyond the valley, Tes. Beyond valleys are mountains or hills, like our hills, so it is a valley, Constantine! It is the plains, Tes, or a flatland sometimes it’s called. If it’s flat, why is there a large rock right here in front of us? Looking at Tes, while looking through her, hearing her questions and her comments while listening to his surroundings. Therein, Constantine being aware of the time and the slow casting of the shadow of the hills of DeedFair-Ville upon the planes, he knew they ought to be heading back soon, but not without accomplishing that which he was there to carry out. Also, knowing his responsibility towards Tes, as she stood with her arms folded, while looking up at him awaiting his response to the many questions and precisely the large rock. He knew he had to stop looking and to see her; and stop listening to his surroundings and answer her. His response which follows was accustomed, and an all familiar one for Tes. As he swiftly reaches down to tickle her sides, the giggling Tes speedily grabbed his legs as a means to hide herself from that which she obviously enjoys. What was uncustomary, was the sudden unresponsiveness from Constantine as she held on to his legs, her giggling slowly stops, while still holding on to his legs, but looking up at him. His eyes were fixed and motionless was his being, as if in his sight was an apparition. Slowly she did turn yet clinging on to him. Soon the two of them stood motionless with their eyes fixed steadfastly on what was before them. Not all things that startle causes fear. Some things are different, but their distinctiveness is not always a reason to prejudge for a rejection. It was a moment of silence, and the stillness did linger at the large rock. Though startled, but fear wasn’t found in Constantine, nor the clinging Tesoretta. The suspension of communication and any action was soon brought to an end in an ecstatic manner. Being startled, but without fear led to curiosity within. Through curiosity distinctiveness was perceived. With their backs against the rock, before them was the array of colors and fabrics, distinctively unique. The combination of many colors and styles flowing with the wind, all adorned on a woman that was before them. With a long flowing silver hair which flows down beside her like a constructed marble pillar on each side. Within the flow of her silvery hair were strands of hair twisted to form what looked like a braided hair, but without any braids pattern. Long they were, extending down with the length of her hair, at the tips were colored ornaments like items, and uniquely placed tassels. As she moves toward them her pace was steady with each step, though her feet weren’t seen, but it seems they did gracefully carry her frame. The shade of the hills partially rested on her, yet her jewelries did glimmer under the low light. As she moves closer in their presence, the mind of Constantine races in contemplating his action, should a need arise to act upon. The distance of a few feet felt like an eternity, providing Tes with the allotted time to gaze upon and admire this woman, with the colorful flowers she wore in her hair around her head. On the top which was wrapped with a leather like lenza band around her forehead. Standing before Tes and Constantine, her traits were seen through the wisdom in her eyes, and the tannish tone which did glow as she stare at them. Though she looked at them, but they were as a conduit before her. Looking, but seeing through them and into the past, as if she was reliving an experience through their presence which was meaningful to her. Her words were not of greetings, which brought forth more curiosity within Constantine. I will take the magnetic compass, she said. Having spoken; she elegantly kneels before Tes. Taking her little hand in her hand, with a gentle touch to her wrist before reaching back and plucking a flower from her hair and placing it into the hair of Tes. With the same stare, looking but looking through them, now standing and facing Constantine, she stretches forth her hand in an anticipation to that which was spoken by her. How can she know what I’m here for, maybe she reads minds, but it doesn’t explain why she wants what I have? How does she know what I have brought with me, considering I wasn’t bringing this to her? The thoughts were as a flash through the mind of Constantine. Yet he willingly reaches into his jacket pocket, retrieving the compass and slowly dropping it into her open hand. An instant of silence followed which was broken, but this time by Tes. Thank you! The flower smells great! Looking in the direction of Tesoretta, with a nod and a smile. She then slowly turns her head away from them into the eastern sky. Thereafter was a flash of lightning and brief thunder in the distance. Without any further communication the awareness was established, it is time to get home. Returning to the hillside, lighted up were the homes, as they walked together across the hills toward their house. Many of the kids have already returned to their respective homes and others were on their way like that of Constantine and Tes. Looking back over the valley and unto the plains, warm were the lights as they sporadically lit up. He thought within himself, how can we be so close and yet so far from knowing anything about one another. Looking back one more time, the two continued into the doorway of their home. Therein they were greeted with a blazing aroma. What is that smell? as she ran through the home, Tes` presence was acknowledge. Indeed, she was home. Another voice followed up after hers: Desiree! I think we have a trespasser here, and she might be a drifter! I’m no drifter, I’m your daughter! What is a drifter? Reaching down and picking her up with a kiss. Little girls who leave home all day and ignore their daddy`s calls. Desiree continues with the dinner preparation, as the four of them stood together in the kitchen, with Constantine leaning against the refrigerator, drinking from his favorite cup. You have to leave some space, for what I’m preparing, baby. That’s right, your mom is experimenting with one of her meals, we are at her mercy. With a chuckle from Desiree, you’ll see. It is a blast from the past. We had a blast too! We went on a short trip. Hearing that from Tes, the posture of Constantine suddenly changed, as he walked toward the kitchen island away from the refrigerator. May I be of help, mom? Oh, a blast? From the past or a fairy forest beauty pageant? (For Tes was still wearing the flower in her hair, which she has received while on the plains) No daddy! Looking back over her shoulder at Tes being held by her father, and with Constantine now by her side; it’s ok baby. Although Desiree’s seeing Tes being held was that of a short peek, but she notices the flower in her hair, and she knew that particular flower wasn’t from the hills of DeedFair-Ville. Soon thereafter, her mind once again engages in the struggle of conscience over comfort through the replaying of her past. She hurriedly washes her hand. Afterward, reaching out for Tes, from the arms of her father. It is time to freshen up. Keep your eyes on the dessert in the oven, as she took Tes in her arms, quickly leaving the kitchen while Constantine and his dad stood alone. With a grin on his face, well dad, you heard mom, I have to freshen up too. He was a good man, a father, a friend, and a husband who provided and took pride in his responsibilities and duties to those around him. Nevertheless, to be there for others isn’t always about what we give them through possessions, but the only thing that can be given to the recipient and received as well by the giver, is time. Physical needs might be met in many different ways and rightly so, but when the mind has fallen in disarray beneath all its possession and wanders aimlessly, therein, time is essential, our time we give to those that are at lost to express that which is of a burden to them. Together on the journey of time through communication we shall know the unknown, and grow together to share the concealed, but time must be the distance willing to travel. The hidden burden of Desiree became ostensibly clear through the effects of those things around her and her interaction with others. If one is willing to be there for others, and care because they know they are cared for as well. Let the mind learn to trust, as they’ve always cared. Others are willing to care for them as well. By letting go of the walls of restraint and suppression, the possibility for a change becomes a reality, and the support others are willing to give is seen and received through the harmony of working together. Walking up to his room, the steps of Constantine became rather slow as he walks through the hall in hope to discuss the experience from the plains earlier, but without giving the main reason why he was there, yet without telling a lie. Although he was alone with his thoughts, but Desiree shared a similar burden. Shortly thereafter as he walks the hall, from behind him was the awareness of an opened door as the sound of the running water from the hot shower was heard. At the back of him, in the hall was Desiree. Leaving Tes to the completing of her shower, while closing the door and standing and watching Constantine. Having turned and made eye contact, in the hand of Desiree was the flower from Tes’ hair. He assumes that this meant an accountability for an explanation on his part. However, what did follow next was baffling like that of the encounter and experience at the large rock in the plains. I am going to frame the flower from Tes’ hair, she said to him. In his mind he thought, does this mean I don’t have to tell what happened on the plains and how did the flower get into the hair of Tes? The assessment of one question led to another. Why is it so important to create the need for the framing of a flower from the plains? With the interruption of his thoughts, she added; be prompt for dinner. Later at dinner, few were the questions at the family table. As it appears, Tes was in the state of being asleep, but partially awake. Desiree took her in her lap at the table while the family shared the bond of togetherness in the presence of one another. We were at your mercy earlier; I take back my words. Now we are in your debt, this meal is so good and spicy, but I can’t stop eating! Desiree was pleased with a smile on her face, she sought out one more approval by looking over at Constantine on his side of the table. A request for more, mom. Her smile was soon bigger having heard and received approval from her family, even more, the short, but thoughtful response from Constantine. Before dinner was over, Desiree excused herself to take the fully asleep Tes to bed, returning with more desserts at the table. You guys continue, I will be in the family room working on my new project. I am excited! What is it, a new recipe? No silly. I have saved you some dessert in your office cupboard. She then looked over at Constantine. Baby, would you like to take some dessert to the Heed’s boy? Later of course. Constantine started to eat more, almost as a means to avoid that which was just proposed to him. The Heeds? This was his dad’s response followed by a boisterous laugh, which even caused Desiree to chuckle, while holding back a full belly laugh. At last, lifting up his head while still chewing, looking ahead with all eyes on him. To the Heeds, a token from our family? Yes baby. Okay mom, you provide it, and I will take it on behalf of our family, with an adult representation through dad. Excellent idea baby, teamwork! The two of you will take dessert tomorrow afternoon, to the Heeds. How did you get me into this, the Heed’s boy is your friend not mine? In no time, with a grin, Desiree added, the Heeds are our neighbors. With Kisses to their foreheads, she gleefully exited the scene at the dinner table, along with giggles that could be heard. At noon the following day, sitting outside relatively close to home while gazing the activities on the hills, Constantine wishes the seeing of his friend Mass Heed would save him a trip to the home of the Heeds. However, not a thing in sight represented Mass, nor was he to be seen anywhere in plain view. Walking through the door, out in the open was his dad, with a wicker basket in his hand. The adventure begins, let’s go! His call toward Constantine meant at last, this journey is going to be made. The Heeds lived further north of the hills all by themselves, with multiple small sheds on their property. Further beyond the Heeds, lies a woodland of pines, therein lived the Oak family. One could never be mistaken of the awareness of where they were in proximity to the Heeds. Neatly arranged were medium sized slabs of stones, submerged in overgrown grass. On these stones were numerical symbols, arranged in view of the home, the numbers ranged from low to high. One must walk upon these stones, from the lowest numerical value to the highest, which led to the entrance of the picket fence of the Heeds. Handing over the basket to his son, while tapping his shoulder as a gesture to lead the walk toward the home of the Heeds. With Constantine behind him, they both followed the placement of the stones as it was expected of all those in the vicinity of the Heeds. The autumn did lighten up the mood in providing some transparencies on the property. For now, the untamed grass was less dense, but the maze of grass still remains. The image of the overgrown grass on their property wasn’t for the lack of the ability to mow, cut, or trim the grass. Nor was it a procrastinative approach, or the lack of concern on the part of the Heeds. In actuality, the Heeds did at one point serve the neighborhood as the most reliable delivery service. However, through their progressive frame of mind, the reason to act is lesser than the result of the action. As Mr. Heed once said, being the sole proprietor of our domain; the mowing of my lawn could as well lead to the demise of a critter. Which in its unavailability could spell out continuation of life or the end, for a starving family whose father cannot find the right bait to bring dinner to the table because I Heed, destroys that critter in my attempt to mow a lawn! There also remains multiple carefully installed factory fans on the roof of the Heeds, blowing upward, of which no one dare ask for the explanation for another lecture of an act that’s lesser than the result of the action. Now, carefully they did walk toward the home, expecting the unexpected as the last stone brought them within the fenced yard. Certainly, the unexpected was nigh, as they stood anticipating their next action or the absent of one. Turning back and slightly looking over his shoulder, he inquired of Constantine. Did you count the slabs of stones? 42, I guess. Does that mean we have to wait here for that duration? I have no idea, dad. Suddenly, to the left of the yard came the voice of Mass Heed. Hey Constantine! Hello Mr. Wilhelm. Looking but without seeing anything, Mass once again spoke, I knew I was going to see you today, Constantine! We always see one another Mass, where are you? Up here! Hopping over from the placement of the last slab of stone, on to another pavement which did connect to the house, both Constantine and his dad carefully repositioned themselves, with their backs toward the home. In sight was Mass, hanging upside down with what appears to be a rubber chicken next to a sprinkler. What are you doing Mass? As Constantine asked the question, his dad being beside him, yanked on his coat as a means of hinting, no questions son. Let’s just do what we came to do and get out of here. However, Mass was delighted to expound. This is a simulation in wake of an avalanche. Do you know most people are found head in first, in avalanches? No, but there is no pile of snow out here. Exactly, shouted Mass, this is why I even have a chicken in my simulation even though there aren’t any hawks in these parks. As the man stood there hearing the boys talk, all he wanted to do was to leave as soon as possible, but even he couldn’t pass the bringing up of a rubber chicken in relation to an avalanche in the fall season without any snow yet in sight. How does the chicken prepare you for this, he calmly asked? Oh, sense of awareness, Mr. Wilhelm and this is very, very crucial. Do you want to try, Constantine? Maybe another time Mass. Where are your parents? Constantine and I have to leave now. Oh, they are studying tectonic plates. Just shout and they will hear you. I can shout while on your property without causing some effect? Sure, you can, Mr. Wilhelm. Looking at his son beside him, he nudges him. Go on, call out the Heeds, son. You do, dad. Intervening the uncertainty and indecisiveness of the boy and his father, rang forth the voice of Mass as he still hung upside-down; MOM, DAD, THE WILHELMS ARE HERE! And with food for us. As the door opens, out came Mrs. Heeds, with a smile on her face while in a demure posture, she reaches out and received the basket from Constantine. In a soft-spoken voice almost inaudible to hear, she greeted the two followed by a thank you to Desiree, and a greeting to Tes. Thank you two, thanks to Desiree, greetings to your sister, Constantine. Back in she went, with a soft shot of the door behind her. With the sense of liberation even though still being on the property of the Heeds, in his pockets went his hands. Well Mass, we will leave now, do you need help getting down from there? No, Mr. Wilhelm, but you can do me a favor please. Alarmed by Mass` response, yet being courteous toward Mass, he replied, sure what can I do for you? Could you reach in my watch pocket and take out the folded envelope? It is a message for Mrs. Wilhelm, from me. Not knowing what to make of this, he reached in and out came the note. Staring at it for a while, its outer inscription read; open only when you see the moon above you. See you later Mass! Shouted Constantine as the two of them hurriedly retraced their steps descending in numerical values while walking on the stones until they were cleared of the property of the Heeds. Such experience of an ordeal now behind them this meant that chapter was over. Out came a joy of a spontaneous childlike reaction triggering the outburst of run. Watching his dad speedily zoomed out of his presence. The natural inclination of Constantine did follow. Thereafter, he began to run as well, and with an unexplained laughter, the father and son race the hills of DeedFair-Ville together. Further along this joyous moment of a race, no longer were his legs carrying him, but tumbling flat on his stomach he did belly glide down the hills. A sight to behold, causing more laughing reaction within Constantine until he was as well tumbling and rolling after his dad, the laughter did continue from the two of them until a slight change in the topography wherein the tumbling and a rolling came to a gradual halt, in the yard of The Palabras Family. Man O’ man, is that you? Hey Palabras. Both the father and son stood up, brushing off their clothes. The Palabras family were all within their home, but soon all the windows had a figure in its frame watching from within, talking one to another. The father and son knew the chattering was about them, but while looking at each other, without any verbal communication, outburst they went running one after the other. Now, it was about that time of the day wherein Desiree sits with her coffee during her break, and view the landscape, far and near. She could not make of understanding what was now in view, the image of Constantine and his father running as fast as they could toward their home, but their laughing, though from a far off was a soothing sound to her ears. Though she did not understand why, but she too began to laugh. Approaching their home with the hedge in view, both were now on pace with one another, side by side and neither was there any slowing down. Leaping over the hedge with ease, but ungracefully stumbling upon landing, till they were heads in, in the pile of autumn leaves. Unlike the Palabras’ home, they were now at their home at last, and unapologetic. We went heads in, dad. Sure did, but where is the rubber chicken? Out came another round of laughter concerning the rubber chicken. As the two entered within their home, the warmth was instantly felt while leaving the late autumn chills without, now within was the dazzling aroma of Desiree’s coffee. At the foyer within the home, they were met by Desiree. How are things up at the Heeds? Oh, just peachy, he replied, tectonic plates, upside-down boy with an invisible hawk and a rubber chicken. Just the normal stuff, oh I got a letter for you. From the Heeds? Well yeah, from Mass actually. Although it was almost time for work again for the adults of the home, but seeing the sparkles in his eyes and a bounce to his step, and the joy in his voice, Desiree realizes this is what they all need. The simplicity of life, by doing things together, and not always overthinking of doing things, but actually doing the simple things together as a family. Apparently, Constantine felt and thought the same as his mother, concerning the joy that is found in the simple things of life. Usually, he could not wait to leave for the outside. However, this time there he was with his parents. Being aware that soon they will both retrieve into their home offices for the remaining of the day, yet he hung out with them, seemingly not wanting the current moment to end. What is within the note from Mass, mom? I can’t tell you, with a smile on her face, she then follows up her comment with a banter. However, I can send you back to the Heeds to ask Mass? With a smile on his face, in the presence of his mother; Sure mom, if you come along with me. Witty aren’t you, do you expect me to race the hills with you and your dad? Is your mom going to run with us now? For such a time, pleasing and all smiles with happiness was the mood within the home. Desiree amusingly dismisses such notion of running the hills with her family, but at heart she longed for the togetherness of the family through the simple things of life. While the three laugh and talked together, through the doorway entered in Tes. Fully focus, and clearly occupied were her hands as she uses the force of her weight against the door using her back to burst in. Turning around, in her arms was what appear to be the young of an animal. Oh, my goodness, Tes, honey what is that? The legs are broken mom. Quickly, her dad reaches down and remove the animal from her arms. Is it alive? Asked Desiree, putting down her coffee and kneeling next to the young of the animal, while feeling its pulse. It is a fawn. Entering the yard simultaneously as Tes enter the door was one of the Palabras, but due to such sudden happening with the fawn, the family did not realize the approaching of their neighbor. Neither did the Palabras fully understood what was happening within the Wilhelm’s home, but from her perspective through the open window, one at a time, she saw the disappearance of the Wilhelms, through the act of kneeling to conceal oneself she presumes. First was the father, then Desiree follows by Constantine. Given that the Wilhelms were moved by the helpless fawn laying on the floor, down on their knees they all were surrounding the animal in support thereof. Nevertheless, Mrs. Palabras concluded she have seen enough, back she went toward her house up the hills. Although not a one of the family enjoyed seeing the fawn laid helplessly, but once again the unlikely of things and circumstance brought the family together. Where did you find it, asked Desiree? It was in the pile of raked leaves; something was moving with sounds, and I saw it. With broken legs it is my responsibility to keep him. The legs aren’t broken honey, it is a newborn. Likely it was conceived this morning. If I’m right within any moment it will gain its ability to stand and walk, having it been seven hours. Such insight had mixed emotions on Tes. Glad she was to learn the legs of the young animal wasn’t broken, but this meant she likely couldn’t keep it. Glad was Constantine as well, knowing Tes did not venture into the plains alone to fine the animal, for it was him who have earlier introduce her to the plains. Right away, he gladly interjects to the ongoing conversation. Aren’t fawn born during the months of April through June? Yes baby, but for certain locations and other factors, like stress, they are conceived during this time of the year. Okay, hearing all this is insightful, but what are we going to do? I know daddy, we will keep him! Everyone but Tes saw beyond the helpless animal. Compassion is caring, and with caring comes the responsibility of commitment. They accepted the compassion which ought to be given now, but with the realization that compassion comes with the commitment for caring beyond an instantaneous attraction. Situations in life which are deemed perfect, or the opposite are predicated on how we perceive and conduct ourselves toward that which is now before us. Now, laying before the family was a helpless young of an animal, and through their compassion the contemplation of commitment was being made. However, beyond all that was before them, Desiree perceived the decision to be made for an opportunity that would be deemed perfect with her family. Quickly she did leave the presence of the family, while returning in a casualwear from that of her office wear. Having already conceived a plan for the family based on the current situation, yet she knew their cooperation was essential to the plan. However, being the mother of the family, she knew she can have her way without directly seeking their approval. We are going to tend to the needs and care for our new helpless young friend, now and today. Constantine baby, you don’t have any prior engagement, don’t you? It can wait, mom. Well, that settles it. Your dad and I will call it a day for work as well. Although he wasn’t previously aware of the shutting down of work for that day, but the need to acknowledge was greater than an excuse to dismiss the reason for the cause. For the dynamic of the family consist not only of a structure, but the harmony of support. There stood Desiree in her blue jeans, wearing her hiking boots, with a windbreaker on top of a t-shirt. With the rest of the family now standing, but down on the floor remains Tes with the fawn. It was an exhilarating experience for her, with the feeling of been overwhelmed. Yet she remains actively engage with the animal while still being a part of the family conversation. Therein, she proposed a name for the fawn, but at the same time being open for a suggestion. However, they all knew their suggestions won’t matter if Tes have already thought of a name. Looking up at her dad, we will call him Stuck, daddy. Interesting, but he is no longer stuck, honey. So, I’m thinking we called him Freddy, as in Free-deer? Shaking her head was Desiree followed by an outburst of laughter. Really, Freddy? Do you have anything better than my Freddy? You bet I do, Freddy. Our little helpless friend was a gift, an early Christmas gift, so we will call him Gabe. With a bewildered expression, he followed up, Gabe as in Gabriel? No, Gabe as in gift, it’s German for gift. Now even more confused, why German he asked? Desiree was accustomed to often explaining herself in the presence of her family, such was the case with the name, Gabe in relation to Christmas. Christmas as we know it, has it early roots in Germany, and the fawn was an early Christmas gift, and Gabe means a gift in German, so he’s Gabe. Nevertheless, as it was expected, from below Tes once again voiced her opinion. I think we should call him Stuck, mommy. Amidst all the names picking, silence was Constantine until he voiced in, having heard, and considered both sides of the conversation. Mom, your choice for a name during this time of the year is unique in connection with early Christmas in Germany. So is Tes’ choice for a name. If I am correct, the word “Stuck,” if it is spelled with an umlaut, it means portion of a piece, in German. It is appropriate I think, the fawn has added a piece of excitement to our family bond. Having heard that, Desiree couldn’t be more pleased, for she saw more than a helpless animal in their midst. In her perception, this was an opportunity to come together as a family, and Constantine did perceive and understood the opportunity that was at hand. As the family readies themselves for the outing together, concerning the fawn, outside in proximity to their home was Jason. Slowly moving, but steady as a man on a mission. Firstly, seen was his white hair, neatly kept in a flow with his white sideburns and beard. The appearance of his outfit always reflected the time of the season, and now, such was the color of his peacoat. To others, Jason might be seen as that of an encroacher, but nothing was further from the perception of his neighbors than that of an encroacher. Though the capacity of his role did seem diminished for such a time, but he remains faithful to his position. Unorthodoxly he conveys information throughout the hills for residences expecting delivery of all sorts, even for future appointments and those that were due. To those who aren't familiar with Jason, his character projects that of a mystery, but for the folks of DeedFair-Ville, familiarity one to another weaved throughout the hills, and such was Jason toward his neighbors. However, there is more to a man than that which is seen outwardly. For an outward projection is a partial reminder of an impetus momentum, for the reason of the things we do, and why we keep doing it. At times, if the validation and the momentum initiating our actions aren’t predicated on the applaud of others, or if our motives aren’t driven by the profit from our assistant to others, then regardless of where we find ourselves in life, or the change in time; the fruit of our labor will continue to abound. For from within is the desire to do that which is right. Like Jason, to those that are true to themselves, their work continues, and it avails much. The official role of Jason to his neighbors remains unofficial, in that though he wasn’t officially appointed as a liaison, but he officially remains faithful wherein he heralded those things of importance throughout the hills. When his task presented him as a courier, with that came his advice to those he met with. For as long any could remember, Jason was there. He knew everything about DeedFair-Ville, and even at times within the lives of its residence. Strange perhaps to others, but accepted by his neighbors, through his unwavering dedication to them, time after time. He was like a program which works in the background, one might forget it is there, but its results are felt day by day. That which he has dedicated his life to do, he did, and uniquely it was carried out. The breadth and length of DeedFair-Ville was his office, all through the year. If he ever had a day off, such would have been the retrieving into his home having carried out his task for that day, there he lived alone. His chalet like home rested at the back end of his plot of land. All that was to be seen on his property was before him, leaving nothing behind him, due to the position of his home, and his perception of life. The narrow front yard led to the overhanging eaves of his home. Though he lived alone, but he remains a crucial part of his surroundings, and in the lives of all. In as much, sportively at times he was called the living monument. His dedication openly spreads out to all, but to Desiree, fixedly was his unflinching loyalty. Now, beyond the Wilhelm’s hedge, there stood Jason, and out came the family together, while warmly greeting him simultaneously. Waving at the Wilhelms, he did smile and nodded. Desiree, he called out, your Christmas tree will be delivered tomorrow. Having heard Jason’s reminder, she urges her family to keep on going toward the hills from where came the fawn as she walked toward Jason. The relationship between the two was unique. Although Jason did keep to himself, but for his role, he was often indirectly involved with the residence of DeedFair-Ville. In this manner, such was the bond with Desiree. The bond between the two was highly present, but never fully developed. Their greetings consist of more than a smile with a nod. A customary warm embrace was followed, wherein he would take her hands in his hands with a look of gladness in his eyes while asking every time, if everything was okay with her? That moment for Desiree always played out the same. Therein, everything was indeed better, looking up at him and being in his present. Her knowing of him was established as neighbors of DeedFair-Ville, but the fondness extended beyond what she could perceive as neighbors. With her back toward her family and her hands in the hands of Jason, wider grew the distance between Desiree and her family as they walked the hills with the fawn in their midst. While she talked with Jason, the echo of the chattering of her family drifted through the chilly autumn late afternoon as they could be heard. The chattering filled with life and the joy of being together out in the open. So it was apparent to Jason, through his auditory perception. Gazing upon Desiree with a smile while still holding on to her hands, and being aware of the chattering of her family. The soft fading of their voices beyond the distance became a reminder to Jason, of his life and commitment to the hills. Although time have changed, but it was gratifying for him to see the simplicity of life as the means of joy. Rather than the use of technology to simplify life and living while forgetting the meaning of living. Jason was aware of the time wherewith they now lived. When the technological advancement of the time assisted more and more, does it become our assistant, or to those that accept, unknowingly embark on a path to replace themselves? What is the fine line between comfort and replacement? Perhaps the humble role of Jason was a reminder a people cannot trade the comfort of efficiency over the fundamental nature of being human, the need to interact with others. Since his impetus momentum wasn't predicated on the applaud of others, but from within him, even before the changes and the advancement of time. The reason for his actions remains unknown, but the fruit of the action continues to be felt throughout DeedFair-Ville. Jason being an unofficial liaison, for he was the one with the idea of branching out unto the hills for an establishment rather than seeing life continues on the plains. In his words at that time, how can we progress as a community if we can’t see beyond ourselves? We must explore and not live pathetically as scoundrels in these plains. That hill is our destiny! And I will do everything in my willpower to make it our future, with or without you. That He did, for through him and his youthful ambitions of those years, regardless of the current relationship amongst the people. His enthusiastic need for an establishment of a settlement on the hills led to what is now DeedFair-Ville. This was also the beginning of the bitter but unspoken division between the residents of DeedFair-Ville and those of the plains below DeedFair-Ville. Although such division wasn’t seen through the people, for it has been many years since the separation, but what was seen as the reality of the division was exhibited through their way of life. For those of the plains, life was lived as it has always been. Simplicity, but with the peace of mind. Being appreciated of those things around them. The keeping of time became the recollection of the memories they made with their family and friends. Whereas, on the hills, time became a master which waited for no one. Consequently, the keeping up with time led to their strive of great innovation and technological advancement, but for many, in their advancement they became isolated from the inner need of peace, for the innovation of life. One could understand the silence burden Jason did carry. He gives life to a new way of life as it was always his dream of seeing life on the hills, yet he instigated the great division among his people. Leaving everything behind and those that meant the world to him, for his ambitions. The older he got; he realizes time was, but a master. Yes, he saw the momentous changes on the hills for the betterment of the people. But what was his memories of these time? None, but serving the times wherewith he lived. Any memories he held dearly to his heart; was that which came before DeedFair-Ville with those he once dearly cherished. It was a Sunday afternoon; the young Jason was at the apex of his life, as well as being at the top of the hills, where he could be seen a far off with his neatly brushback cut. Walking back and forth without leaving the proximity of his theodolite and those tools for the prospecting of the hills of what would come to be DeedFair-Ville. Patiently down below within the grassy borders of the hills was the beautiful Bruna. Her dark hair gracefully flows by the curvature of her side as she sits with her ankles crossed adorn in a light color broomstick skirt with a fitting paisley embroidered halter tank top which did illuminate her bronzy appearance. Beside her was a toddler, engage in the game of fetch the flowers off the fields and place it in the hair of Bruna. Although Bruna was a free-spirited girl, but for her gentle loving nature, there was no better choice for the catering of a child than in the care of Bruna of which the parents all assert to. Simple were their lives, but the love which did weaved through the plains was far from the average. It was their strength. Which did serve graciously amongst the people. Even for the path that was now taken by Jason, though they could not understand why he would think less of his people for the reestablishment of their way of life, but there were those who felt within that he will realize that change is not always predicated on what others have, but for the good for those that are receiving the change. Life is not always a competition, but the acceptance of who we are with the appreciation of what we are a part of. Such was Bruna, sitting at the base of the hills with the toddler in her company, she patiently waited for his return to the plains. Jason was occupied with his ambitious plan on the hills yet being aware of Bruna’s presence below. But for this day, the more those ideas within him were being formulated, evidently those things and people around him somewhat became silence to his cause. For a moment she self-examined all that have been transpiring: Jason is doing what he believes is for the shaping of the future. What is the difference between his actions and my commitment to this child? I’m watching over her and protecting her because in her is the future. Am I that different from Jason? As she pounders on these things, the toddler again returns for the placing of more flowers in her hair which led Bruna to embrace her within her arms, tightly. Therein, she concludes this is life and I am a part of it through my time spent with this child. I hurt no one by doing so. I am not Jason. Her hug was more than an embrace. It was an assurance wherein her love was poured out upon the child, while partially covering the feeling of sadness within her heart, but for the uncovered sadness that remains, out came the flow through the silence tears flowing down her cheeks while holding on to the child and picking up herself in the midst of the grassy field. Looking into the eyes of Bruna while being held, through her innocent touch she gently smears away the tears until a smile graces the face of Bruna. Out in the distance was Necker, another residence prominent as Jason through their youthful presence, but unlike Jason, he opposed the division. In so doing he became a part of the division, as the opposition. When the reason for a common ground is unfounded between the same people, no side is the victor, but the deterioration of the relationship deepens. However, the prolong of this division became possible in that they regarded the situation at hand as a separate entity while attempting to engage in their usual way of life with the keeping of their verbal communication and social interaction one with another throughout the plains. Such was seen in the fields. Having spotted Bruna in the plains; the steps of Necker hasten in an attempt to meetup with her. Although being aware of the fondness between her and Jason. His hands rested on her shoulder as she swiveled her long flowing hair with the turn of her posture to face him while holding the toddler on the side of her hips. Greeting both as he stood before them, lighted up became the face of Bruna as it was her nature in caring for all. Happening during that moment out in the distance was Jason, with the lugging of his prospecting tools, he piloted his path toward the three. With the awareness of his presence in their midst, Necker did turn to face Jason. The greetings were not of hostility, but neither was there transparency of merriment. But Bruna will become the tie that binds. Upon the nodding by Necker, Jason did reply verbally to the three as he reaches out in the anticipation of the toddler seeing her arms toward him, he took her into his arms, placing Bruna in the middle. In the open vast grassy field, they were with all their many differences, but from the sky’s point of view they were but a pint point within a bigger plan they knew not of. The soothing wind and its effect could be seen on the motions of the grass in the field. Yet above them fiercely graze the glow of the sun in the West, but before them up in the Eastern sky gradually formed the merging clouds. Read More Share

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