MARCH BOTM SUBMISSION: Green With Envy
paradise(a hope of spring?)
(NB: This is the pivotal moment of an on-going narrative on my blog, in which my garden is being invaded by evil spirits since the departure of my former Master Gecko. Her return to rescue me and the garden from these evil forces brings hopes of renewal and of a new spring for me, but dashes these hopes for these spirits )
… Gecko explained to me that these evil creatures are in fact poor souls condemned to an eternal, cold, dark winter in the deep Underworld.
They feel trapped in this eternal winter and long for the cycle of life and seasons of our world. They wish they had a chance to participate in this cycle of life and have a new chance to redeem themselves, escape from their eternal damnation, rejoin our world a start a new life in spring, which for them symbolizes all these hopes.
However, over time, these hopes transform into hate and envy at our world and those who live in it. They lust for revenge and destruction and long to desecrate and pollute our spring.
During particularly dry years, like this year, the trees thirst for water and their roots foray deep into the ground and sometimes reach the Underworld. These poor souls then can climb up through the sap and try to pierce through the bark of the trees into our world.
Me: Oh Maître, this is frightening, what can we do? You were defeated by these things just now!
Gecko: Grenouille, in your house, you have this strange music instrument from India.
Me: Maître Gecko, this in in fact a folk string instrument from Bangladesh. I bought it years ago in a small antique shop in the bazaar in Dhaka. The old man who sold it to me explained that this was a music instrument with magical powers.
During special ceremonies, an elder will walk through the village, followed by a procession, and play this instrument to cleanse the home from any ghosts, curses and evil spirits.
When Bangladesh became independent, the Hindu populations fled in haste and this instrument lay abandoned. The Muslims wanted to destroy it as a symbol of idolatry but he was able to save and preserve it. Now, nobody is interested in this any more. Beset by old age and indigence, this poor man was forced to sell it.
I did not pay much attention to his ramblings and progressively forgot about that story. For me, it was just an extraordinary object, one of my most precious possessions.
Gecko: Pauvre Grenouille, you miserable shriveled rationalist… The magical powers of this instrument are real! If only you had used it earlier!
Me: Maître, I doubted your magical powers juts like I paid no head to these stories. Can we use this instrument to defeat this evil invasion?
Gecko: We will not be able to do so on our own. Hang the instrument on the palm tree below the evil mask. The power of the instrument will ward off these creatures and provide temporary protection. Meanwhile, the gentle breeze blowing now will resonate the instrument and its harmonics will summon the gentle spirits of the Vegetal World around us. The will fly to the rescue and with their help, we may still save the garden, and you.
Grenouille, make haste!
There is no time to waste…
I ran back to the house, took the music instrument off its hook, quickly planted a nail in the palm tree, and hang the object under the evil mask, as instructed by Gecko. The mask grimaced! Is this magic real?
Caressed by the soft afternoon wind, the instrument started emitting a strange and melodious tune…
My fate is in your hands.
I pray that this is the Last Day of Magic.”
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