853 Years in a Glorious Twilight Zone

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Ancient aliens release a magnificent power so one man can work 853 years to help them go home.

Scorching Fire rising over Desert Sand
Scorching Fire rising over Desert Sand | Source

Scorching Fire Rising over Desert Sand

With every fiber of his being he felt the scorching fire as it rose above the horizon of dry sands. It would be another hot day. That was good. The blazing sun helped to oil the sinews of his shoulders and arms and release the muscles of his ancient fingers, fingers that were made specifically for the very precise work he performed every day.

He pulled out his old bandana, black with constant use, and wiped away the sweat already forming on his brow, then wrapped the bandana around his head as he had done thousands of times before. He was so happy to be alive.

He had his work and what a great joy that was.

He was exactly where he should be, where all the paraphernalia of his work was laid out neatly ready for him to begin his day. He was not surprised, it was always so. There were the perfectly formed bricks, so precise in their exactness one to another. There was the precise mixture and amount of mortar that maintained its consistency until his job was done. His trowel, standing up in the center of the mortar, was ready for his skillful hand. He began eagerly.

His Ancient Hands
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His Perfect Brick Wall
His Perfect Brick Wall | Source

He was building a wall, a glorious Wall of Joy

The ancient laborer worked accurately and swiftly. Although he had been blind from birth, he saw his masterpiece in his mind’s eye as clearly as the old masters saw the finished form in the granite before making a single chip in its rough surface. He no longer measured anything. He had not needed to for many decades. His skillful hands worked with a precision not known before. With one movement he laid the mortar then with one movement, and only one movement, he laid the brick. He no longer needed to make adjustments. The mortar and the brick aligned themselves perfectly with those before them. His hands worked so precisely, so efficiently, his work was perfect in its execution.

The rhythm of his work matched the joy in his heart. He had never known not having such a passion as he had for this, his work.

As he had done every day before this, he laid his wall three bricks in width and just below his eye level in height. The length of his wall was determined by when he completed it, which matched exactly with when the sun went down. He never had to rush or struggle to meet this deadline, nor did he slow his work to finish at the perfect time. He never counted bricks nor did he ever adjust his work to meet the time-frame. He simply worked with pleasure and joy until the last brick was laid, the mortar was finished, the wall was complete in every respect and the sun moved past the horizon.

The ancient laborer never required rest or refreshment during his day. The refreshment he did receive from the broiling heat was the cool, bubbling well of joy he knew with every breath he took and with every heartbeat that gave him life. It had never occurred to him to consider other work. He was the work he performed now. He was the joy, the incredible joy that brought him to his beloved work day after day. And at the end of the day when his beautiful, precise wall was complete, he would go to his rest.

Beautiful Aliens from the "Twilight Zone"
Beautiful Aliens from the "Twilight Zone" | Source

With the dawning of the next day

We find our ancient laborer waiting patiently and with tremendous joy as he experiences the beginning of another wonderful, hot, scorching day. He is again precisely where he needs to be. He knows there is no wall from the day before. He is not surprised. Somehow he knows, THEY come in the night and dismantle it or blow it apart. It does not matter what THEY do with his glorious walls. Their kindness to him is overwhelming as he feels the joy of anticipation for the work ahead. He is in his glory. Another day to perform his work, to build his wall, to feel the unparalleled joy.

Our ancient laborer begins his work with the expertise and precision of a celebrated maestro in concert. He knows the perfect mortar and the perfect bricks will last until he completes his masterpiece and the sun descends in the sky.

Our Ancient Laborer Wailing with Joy
Our Ancient Laborer Wailing with Joy | Source

Today his joy knows no bounds. He is alight with the magnificence of his work. His heart sings with the glorious anticipation of the completion of his perfect masterpiece. His ancient fingers perform with the dexterity of a surgeon performing his life-or-death magic. The mortar is perfect, the bricks are perfect, and his wall is perfectly aligned.

He feels the sun brushing past his shoulders as he places the last brick. He removes his hands from his beautiful wall and, for the first time in his life, he hears his own voice wailing in glorious joy at his magnificent piece of work.

His work is complete and, for one instant, he is given sight to see his beautiful wall. He sees, not just with his mind’s eye, but with his renewed eyes opened wide. He sees the perfection of his wall’s alignment, the radiant color of the bricks standing straight like soldiers at attention. He knows he has done well.

His work is finished. His life is complete. His overwhelming joy breaks his heart and, just as the sun drops below the horizon, he drops to the ground beside his magnificent masterpiece, now at final peace.


Steps of Hope from Walls of Joy

Steps of Hope from Walls of Joy
Steps of Hope from Walls of Joy | Source
Going Home
Going Home

THEY come

THEY pay their respects to the ancient laborer and for his glorious, perfect work. THEY have not come for his final, ultimate triumph as THEY have every other day for 853 years. THEY have everything THEY now need for their purposes. THEY leave his wall, this final masterpiece for the master craftsman as a monument to his labors of joy.

It has taken 853 years for the ancient laborer to complete his walls. But THEY did not need walls – THEY needed steps. And so, every evening THEY carefully and lovingly took every single wall, except this last one, and laid them down one upon the other to form steps. But the steps were not laid down. The walls that formed the steps were laid UP. THEY needed the steps to reach their heaven, their home.

So THEY had, each and every one of them, traded their JOY for our ancient laborer’s expertise and years of work so he would build for them their steps home. It had cost them dearly, for all THEY were left with for that long, long time, was HOPE.

THEY left their JOY with our ancient laborer knowing he would never, ever be without the glorious JOY he found in his work. And every one of them knew the immense price THEY had paid was not in vain. With a last loving look at our ancient laborer, THEY stepped on his glorious Walls of Joy and travelled home with great HOPE.


© 2011-2012; Maralexa, Marilyn Alexander, MBA. All rights reserved.


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Cardisa 5 years ago from Jamaica

Is this a true story Maralexa? Whether or not it is it is very interesting. The wall he built was like steps to heaven.


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Maralexa 5 years ago from Vancouver, Canada and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico Author

I have no idea why I wrote this story. It came to me clear as a bell 2 nights ago and I couldn't move on until it was written. I just love the old man wailing out his joy! It is completely made up and I didn't know the ending until half way through the hub. It was a nice experience for me.

Thank you Cardisa, for reading it and for commenting.


Sueswan 5 years ago

Hi Maralexa,

A beautiful and inspirational story of what we are capable with achieving when love is our motivation.


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Maralexa 5 years ago from Vancouver, Canada and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico Author

Hi Sueswan. Good of you to drop by and read my new hub! I really do appreciate your commenting on my articles -- you are such a sensitive writer that I value your feedback. Your interpretation of this article is valuable to me too. I don't know what 'to do' with this one.

Thanks, Sueswan.


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stephhicks68 5 years ago from Bend, Oregon

Beautiful! I love your inspiration in the middle of the night (so often that's when I "write" best too). Walls of Joy and Steps of Hope is so inspriational and uplifting. Rated up! Cheers, Steph


Sueswan 5 years ago

Hi Maralexa,

You said, "I don't know what to do with this one." Are you thinking of changing it. Personally, I wouldn't change a thing.

Perhaps, the ancient labourer inspired your story. They do say God works in mysterious ways.

Take Care


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RNMSN 5 years ago from Tucson, Az

I love this story but I will not pretend to understand all of it. I agree with Sueswan, it is a testament to what love is capable of doing!!


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Maralexa 5 years ago from Vancouver, Canada and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico Author

And what true joy can achieve! Thanks for coming by when you have so much more work to do with Mattie!

I appreciate your comments -- very much.


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tirelesstraveler 5 years ago from California

Amazing how joy is strengthening. Lovely story.


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Maralexa 5 years ago from Vancouver, Canada and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico Author

Thank you for the very wise comment, tirelesstraveler. It is so true.


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CloudExplorer 5 years ago from New York City

The words you choose to utilize pretty much lets me know what level your mind is ticking at, this hub is definitely one worth reading & I'll recommend others to come check it out.

I especially enjoyed the whole ancient laborer concept entirely. Nice placement of visual content as well. Thanks for adding such a great hub, Voted up. Your new Buddy Mike.


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Maralexa 5 years ago from Vancouver, Canada and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico Author

Thank you for your very complimentary comments, CloudExplorer. Your words motivate me! I still don't know where this came from or what to do with it. The Ancient Laborour seems like such a strong character.....

Thanks, Mike.


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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia

Very inspirational piece of work. Well written and great story. voted up.


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LuxmiH 5 years ago from Fort Pierce, Florida

This mystical story, written through you, could be interpreted on so many levels. It sets the mind and the spirit soaring. What fun. Voted up and awesome.


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Maralexa 5 years ago from Vancouver, Canada and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico Author

Hi LuxmiH, nice to hear from you. "Mystical" may be just the right adjective for this story. I really enjoyed writing this one. Then finding the old image of the man from Morocco was just the icing on the cake. He looks so much like the ancient worker in my mind.

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!


Giselle Maine 5 years ago

A fascinating story! Very captivating.


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Maralexa 5 years ago from Vancouver, Canada and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico Author

Thank you for your flattering comments Giselle. I enjoyed writing this story. Thank you for taking the time to read it.


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Escobana 5 years ago from Valencia

Beautiful story! Very well written and I love the way you make me curious for reading until the end.

Voted up, awesome and beautiful!


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Maralexa 5 years ago from Vancouver, Canada and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico Author

How good to see you Escobana! Thanks for your comment about my holding your interest to the end. I appreciate your stopping by and reading my article.


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sweethearts2 5 years ago from Northwest Indiana

Very thought provoking. Hope the Phoenix of Joy or could it be Joy the Phoenix of Hope.

Hope you don't mind my taking my Joy from this.

Wonderful


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Maralexa 5 years ago from Vancouver, Canada and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico Author

You are very welcome taking joy from this hub! Thank you for taking the time to comment. I think, for me, it is 'Joy the Phoenix of Hope'. I appreciate your comments, sweethearts2.


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JT Walters 5 years ago from Florida

Beautiful done. Excellent short story and very very creative.

JT


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Maralexa 5 years ago from Vancouver, Canada and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico Author

Thanks for your comments JT. I appreciate your visit, as always. Your comments lift me up.


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missolive 4 years ago from Texas

Maralexa - I cannot decide what complimentary adjective to use! I do not want to sound cliche, but this is truly amazing. I've read through your comments and your response to cardisa left me in awe. I just love it when a thought/idea/inspiration surfaces and drives us through the creative process. It makes its completion so rewarding - passion fulfilled. This in itself complements the laborer and his drive.

The beautiful laborer and his wails of joy left me happy and in admiration. I relished in his pure and simple joy!

Thank you for sharing and I am glad I came across this hub today. I'm going to bookmark under my thought-provoking hubs and will return for continued reflection. I'd also like to print this up for my 8th grade reading group. I'm sure it would spark an interesting discussion. I love to share stories that encourage good character, passion and discipline.

Voted up!


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Maralexa 4 years ago from Vancouver, Canada and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico Author

missolive, your comments are so gratifying, thank you. To me, by giving every ounce of their joy 'THEY' gave to my ancient laborer the best gift they could ever give. As a result, they were left without any joy during the entire time it took the ancient laborer to build his walls. All they had to carry them through this time was Hope.

To me, the perfection of the gift of joy enabled my ancient laborer to produce perfect walls/steps. And it was only with 'perfect' walls/steps that THEY could return home.

The Hope that THEY were left with must have been very very strong to enable them to live so long without any Joy in their lives.

I hope it is with this degree of giving to others that we enter this time (2012 and beyond) of transformation and awakening to new realities and new paradigms.

Thank you again, you always inspire me.


Duchess OBlunt 4 years ago

What a wonderful treat! This is my introduction to your writing and I must say - I had no idea what I was in for. It was truly an amazing story. Such inspiration in the middle of the night!.

Thank you for sharing this one with your family on HubPabes.


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Maralexa 4 years ago from Vancouver, Canada and San Jose del Cabo, Mexico Author

Thank you Duchess. This is perhaps my favorite hub. It is a shame it will probably not bring income my way but, then that was not my purpose in writing it.

Thank you for your comments.


Duchess OBlunt 4 years ago

I hope it does bring you some small measure of income. It certainly gives the reader JOY

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