Food was plentiful even in the more frosty climates as there was storing of the fruits and vegetables as we have today. Everyone ate. Everyone was sheltered. Everyone was loved. News was interesting to pass on from community to community. The news of births and marriages, buildings of new settlements, the travels and discourses of the tireless Lord, the teachings of the mystics and sages, the educators of the children. There was always news of the kindest sort.
And many occupations to speak of, learn and engage about. Clothes were made for warmth and protection. Beautiful, simple clothes; others slightly more festive in style and color to suit an occasion like birth or harvest time congregations.
These clothes were washed. Foodstuffs were prepared. Spices cultivated and animals butchered. But as to sickness, there was none, with the exception of people who, through their use of their free will opted not to act in concert with the creative will and so their minds and bodies became ill for the separation of their spirit. Eventually, after much painful consternation and despite the occasional tending and care, they would succumb with extreme self-inflicted discomfort.
Those others, those members of the mainstream as it were, would, after a few centuries choose the moment, quite spontaneously, of their physical demise; usually after they felt their progeny were fully equipped and adequately informed to carry on. This changing of form would be invoked with a simple exhalation.
There was no time as each gardener related only to the cycles of the seasons and did not detect an approaching death. Each of the individuals related rather to the ever-evolving truth and to be assisted in this relationship, the Lord spoke.
His words were, as mentioned earlier, creative of human spirit and it was through hearing them and taking their meaning to heart that a man would enjoy growth, the enlargement of his spiritual body, the greater capacity, then, for joy as the ‘sensors’ all about the surface of his spirit body had now increased in number and dimension.
And words among men were also contributive for their clarity and human warmth. The presence of God and growth was as needs be, constantly obvious.
Each man’s gait was a dance, his voice a song, his will a harmonizing note in the symphonic whole.
Argumentative and derisive discourse only existed between those people who, by their own will, had separated themselves from the communities and in finding each other in the forests would compete and live in fear of each other, genuinely paranoid, as they each attempted to prove to the other that he was indeed God or greater than God.
The gardeners always knew the whereabouts of such men as the beasts would evacuate the area alerting the nearest neighborhood by their disconcertedness. These people were free to hide without disturbance.
If one human voice may convey love by its tone and the content or meaning, how unfortunate that it has become unimaginable when ten thousand or ten hundred thousand human voices might convey or contribute to the body of love, a body in such a climate no longer bleeding. And how tragic that it has become unimaginable what that one gardener might be experiencing in this singing garden.
The language of Eden was a song.
No industrialization was necessary so no engines existed. People lived in houses comprised of the raw materials indigenous to their region. Their homes were set at least 30 acres away from each other and usually out of view of the neighbor. There were no fences and certainly no such concept as private property. Children were cared for by every adult, no matter the home. While a house might feature a kitchen, it was ordinary to enjoy communal dining at an expanded premise designed for the dining of 100 or so. So in a ‘community’ of four or five thousand, there might be 40 or 50 such dining halls. For those most distant from the nearest supper house, a horse and carriage might be a preferred means of travel.
Aside from their activities related to physical survival and the rearing of children, there was always the leisure of each other’s company, the inherent and obvious joy of humanity and the Godliness of everything around them.
It was necessary, nonetheless, for a council of elders to gather on the odd occasion to set out for example the whereabouts of a new community region… and plans had to be made for those roles necessary to be performed. Selections were made in love and the work proceeded apace with the natural step.
This physical output assured the continuing aesthetic beauty of the gardener’s physiques and their faces washed in constant love were exquisite.
Children were taught mathematics for example as an aspect of God’s intelligence as in chemistry, biochemistry, the use of herbs and spices, geologic and geographic understandings, etc. but almost no history except of a family sort and a general review of what has kept the Garden growing apace. Philosophy, history, politics, anthropology, archaeology, psychology and all engine-related trades were irrelevant.
Church buildings and rituals related to public worship were entirely useless, rather insane – quite against the natural stream of the celebratory living.
But when the Lord came to speak, there was an exalted tumult in anticipation. The food prepared somewhat especially. The Supping Hall adorned perhaps with candlelight and brassy things, or for an afternoon with a collection of spectacular flowers, their scents tantalizing just perfectly to allure the Lord, enchant Him to stay a little longer.
And during His sojourn and speeches at the hall, the laughter of hundreds could be heard, perhaps even on a fine day as far away as the next hall.
He remembered your name and offered you His hand, His every word near a fondling thing and His will perfectly set in the direction of God the Father’s heart, the center of the ever-expanding universe.
He walked with gravitas in absolutum. His gait nearly a dance, each step a holy syllable. His laughter the chuckling of hidden creeks at springtime and it always seemed a heady gale would precede His actual arrival, with the intensity of a waterfall charging over a precipice.
His stories were culled from visits elsewhere remarking on His encounters with His children. Women found Him the ultimate man; poetic, seemingly romantic, stern at times, musical in manner, authoritative, loving and as dependable as a mighty rock. Men found him congenial like a brother, intimate like a confidant, wholehearted as a friend and as wise as a father. Children found Him playful and wondrous.
He was the one anointed by God to be our way to knowing even God himself. He was of the Holy Root and of His branch shall many new buds yet arise.
And all knew this and so when in the presence of His children, extreme care and respectfulness was exhibited.
And the children themselves would explore the new forest paths each region had developed. New streams discovered and orchards of different kinds of seeds were found rendering unusual varieties of fruits and such. A nut didn’t quite taste the same or the potato yielded a subtle new hint, region per region.
When the Lord visited, people were swimming in love, the climate of goodness so thick.
Hallelujah!
(painting below by Thomas Cole)
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