Chapter 21: Stones of Light
This part of the
journal was short. Just a few entries
about some legends. We all thought it
had something to do with the stones we just photographed. I’m including most of what Bobby wrote. It was so short, I just summarized it out
loud to Amanda and D‘Lisa.
“There’s an ancient
Chinese legend that Alan knew about, where a minister of the emperor helped a
serpent who was sick or injured or something.
Alan didn’t remember all the details; but the serpent turned out to be
the son of the Dragon King. Because of
this kindness, the Dragon King disgorged a shining pearl that would glow both
day and night. The minister gave it to the
emperor who always wore it…
Here’s something
else, the Tzohar was a shining stone.
Some Jewish scholars believe that the word translated as window in the
account of Noah’s Ark, should actually be translated as Tzohar, or shinning
stone. These precious stones glowed in
the dark to illuminate the ark.
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There’s also a
medieval Jewish text, the Bahir,
which talks about stones, the Dar and Socheret…
cross reference with the Book of Esther.
And, there’s
another legend about emerald carbuncle stones that would shine or glow.”
“Ok, so I’m stupid,
what’s a carbuncle?” asked Amanda.
“You’re not stupid,
you’re just brave enough to ask. I don’t
know either. How about you D’Lisa.”?
“No clue.” D’Lisa
shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, we’ll just
have to look it up.”
I grabbed the
dictionary sitting on the desk next to the computer and turned to
carbuncle. My face must have revealed my
disgust.
“So… what is it?”
Asked Amanda.
“Oh, you really
don’t want to know.”
“Oh yes, we do
respond D’Lisa;” as I handed her and Amanda the dictionary.
“Gross,” they both
replied. According to the dictionary it
was a pustule, boil, large pimple or abscess of some kind.
Amanda then
interjected; “You said these carbuncle stones were emerald, don’t forget,
that’s another green!”
Amanda was still
looking at the dictionary in D’Lisa’s hands; “Oh, wait,” Amanda grabbed the
dictionary from D‘Lisa‘‘s. “You missed a definition. It’s also a gemstone.”
“OK, that’s a
relief and it makes more sense. There’s just a little more in this part of the
journal. Let’s finish so we can get done
with the next section before you have to leave.
I’ll print out copies of the two letters to take home and we can talk
about them this week. Sound good?”
Both Amanda and
D‘Lisa nodded their head. We were all
getting tired of this brain overload.
“I’ll just
summarize again. The next section is
just about a stone called the waking stone.
This legend came from Medieval Europe.
It just talked about a stone that was supposed to emit a green light of
some kind and kept people awake… Sounds like a bright green streetlight we once
had outside our house in San Francisco.
It was about to go out and kept flickering on and off. Very annoying. Anyway…
The last part is kind of interesting.
I’ll read it to you.”
“Alan, Cara, and I,
all saw a magnificent alter of stone from around the year 50 BC, we think. It had both green and white stones. It was a powerful, holy place. We believe it was on top of the hill, but
we’re not certain. Later we saw rock
cairns that appeared to have some of the stones from the original altar. Over time the cairn would be destroyed and
rebuilt. We believe the stones on the
outside of the house, are just a few of the stones from the alter and
cairns. They were probably brought here
from another place.”
“What does that
mean?” asked Amanda.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what any of this means. It really doesn’t make any sense. …
Wait, there’s one
more section. It’s so short I didn’t
even notice it until we got here. Not
even one sentence. The heading is: Wormholes. All it says is Einstein-Rosen was almost right.”
“Aren’t wormholes
in space??? Does that mean the Lings are,
on another planet???” asked Amanda.
“Oh, I don’t think
so... Let’s take a break, clear our
brains, and get something to eat.” The
three of us got up slowly and walked to the kitchen.
Looking at Amanda
with pangs of hunger, D’Lisa said; “I wish your mom was here.”
“Why?” asked Amanda.
“So, she could cook
us something really good.”
Both Amanda and I
laughed then I said, “sorry, we’ll just have to eat what we got… I know,
nothing looks good. … How about some popcorn and juice? It’s not Stephanie’s cooking, but it’s ok for
a Sunday afternoon. I think either my
mom or dad will make dinner in about an hour.
After our popcorn and juice, we can go for a fast walk around the block
to wake up. Hopefully, we can avoid Mrs.
Pearson and the babies.”
“I like Mrs.
Pearson;” rebutted Amanda, “she might have saved our lives. At the very least, she saved the box.”
“You’re right.” I
admitted just a little embarrassed at my shallow comment. Trying to make it up I added; “We should go
over and thank her. Tell ya what. Let’s visit her when you’re all over next
Friday. She’ll like that.”
“Sounds like a
plan;” responded Amanda.
Followed by “sure!”
from D’Lisa as she smiled and nodded her head.
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