from below. Each soul is resurrected and flung back into the world from the bottom of Beverly Springs cycling through the wheel. Each one then exits the ferns and rides the gentle current of the springs over the surface our river stones. Spewing into our marsh and filtering through the brackish water our mangroves, where they become whole and pure again. Finally, they are returned back into our salty waters of The Gulf. There in the Ocean, sacred again, one by one they wait for another turn.”
She paused for a minute and straightened her shoulders back into place, “Souls drive the wheel. Souls of dead jaguars, ferns, and most importantly humans. Souls are God’s way of keeping score. The more souls that rise into the Springs and flutter through the wheel, the faster the wheel spins. The slower the wheel, the more the souls needed cleansing. Murder, war, rape, and especially greed create tainted souls. The more time needed for cleansing the more time spent in the aquifer. Even innocent souls arriving with the taint of genocide or war crimes must be purified too. This results in the ability of God to keep perfect score on the health of the human race. As we’ve been discussing in class, the wheel is slowing again now not because of a hydrological drought, but a drought of healthy souls. It could stop again if there is not enough torque from clean souls to turn the wheel.”
The board peered back at Lillian in an exalted respectful silence. No one said a word.
Her shock now at the speed of the wheel brought Lillian crashing back to the present. Feeling cheated that as she first had notices as a child and then on her watch as Fern Tender she had only ever seen the wheel slow down. She had never had the joy of seeing it spin in good health. Today, she read words. Apollo, Venus, Judas, and on. This was now a crisis. She knew she must skip this week’s class in the village and going straight to the Capitol. She must speak with the President.
Although it felt reckless, as she reached the Capital Lillian drove straight past the Capitol building and across the interstate that sliced the city into the haves and have-nots. The state of the wheel was paramount, but she had to do something for herself first.
Just then her phone rang, and a long suffering voice spoke, "Lillian you're confirmed to meet with the president at 3PM today, but may I ask why the urgency? And just note that I've spent all day rearranging his schedule. What is the reason for not going with the regular monthly meeting schedule?"
"I'll have to cite the Colony/Capital secrecy agreement Edward. I'm sorry I know that's annoying, but my business is with the president only today, thank you."
Hanging up the phone she knew Ed, the president’s top advisor, probably just kicked his chair over. Ed hated that he was only privy to very little if any of the information shared between Lillian and a president. Ed had no idea there was such a thing as the Trinity or a wheel that governed the planet, and he probably wouldn't believe it if told anyway. The president only believed it after seeing it and knowing that every one of his living predecessors personally visited his chambers immediately after his inauguration speech to explain its importance.
She had an hour and a half before her meeting with the president. Lillian jammed the ancient CD into the car player. It was one of two CDs she owned, both stolen from the president’s office. She recalled the day he was late to their meeting. Feeling slighted by someone she considered her equal and left alone waiting and not knowing anything really about popular music, she took the ones that had the weirdest covers. She liked the look of Elton John’s Goodbye to Yellow Brick Road and Frank Zappa's Bongo Fury.
Putting the stolen CD on the only song she really liked from it, Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding she consciously braced
She paused for a minute and straightened her shoulders back into place, “Souls drive the wheel. Souls of dead jaguars, ferns, and most importantly humans. Souls are God’s way of keeping score. The more souls that rise into the Springs and flutter through the wheel, the faster the wheel spins. The slower the wheel, the more the souls needed cleansing. Murder, war, rape, and especially greed create tainted souls. The more time needed for cleansing the more time spent in the aquifer. Even innocent souls arriving with the taint of genocide or war crimes must be purified too. This results in the ability of God to keep perfect score on the health of the human race. As we’ve been discussing in class, the wheel is slowing again now not because of a hydrological drought, but a drought of healthy souls. It could stop again if there is not enough torque from clean souls to turn the wheel.”
The board peered back at Lillian in an exalted respectful silence. No one said a word.
Her shock now at the speed of the wheel brought Lillian crashing back to the present. Feeling cheated that as she first had notices as a child and then on her watch as Fern Tender she had only ever seen the wheel slow down. She had never had the joy of seeing it spin in good health. Today, she read words. Apollo, Venus, Judas, and on. This was now a crisis. She knew she must skip this week’s class in the village and going straight to the Capitol. She must speak with the President.
Although it felt reckless, as she reached the Capital Lillian drove straight past the Capitol building and across the interstate that sliced the city into the haves and have-nots. The state of the wheel was paramount, but she had to do something for herself first.
Just then her phone rang, and a long suffering voice spoke, "Lillian you're confirmed to meet with the president at 3PM today, but may I ask why the urgency? And just note that I've spent all day rearranging his schedule. What is the reason for not going with the regular monthly meeting schedule?"
"I'll have to cite the Colony/Capital secrecy agreement Edward. I'm sorry I know that's annoying, but my business is with the president only today, thank you."
Hanging up the phone she knew Ed, the president’s top advisor, probably just kicked his chair over. Ed hated that he was only privy to very little if any of the information shared between Lillian and a president. Ed had no idea there was such a thing as the Trinity or a wheel that governed the planet, and he probably wouldn't believe it if told anyway. The president only believed it after seeing it and knowing that every one of his living predecessors personally visited his chambers immediately after his inauguration speech to explain its importance.
She had an hour and a half before her meeting with the president. Lillian jammed the ancient CD into the car player. It was one of two CDs she owned, both stolen from the president’s office. She recalled the day he was late to their meeting. Feeling slighted by someone she considered her equal and left alone waiting and not knowing anything really about popular music, she took the ones that had the weirdest covers. She liked the look of Elton John’s Goodbye to Yellow Brick Road and Frank Zappa's Bongo Fury.
Putting the stolen CD on the only song she really liked from it, Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding she consciously braced
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