Chapter 11

* The Eolis are on it *

At a small distance downstream of our darling village, more to the East but at the same level on the slope, woods alternate with small meadows nestled between clear rocks. Further on, the stream goes deeper and deeper, and the pretty valley, after a kilometre or two, becomes a gorge shaded by gigantic trees. Further still, it turns to the north and descends towards the great river of Irizdar.

Between hedges and rocks speckled with yellow lichens, grows a splendid herb, which variations can be followed in a few steps: here a lush and fresh green, there fine pale stems, there groups of tiny lilac flowers embalming the rosemary, the whole sprinkled with straws and corollas of all sizes and colours. The look is clear, of a regular thickness as if it was tended, but this is a pure effect of the aura of Beauty of the planet! Beneath large trees with rounded foliage hides small clear flats, covered with dry leaves of a past green, separated by whimsical rocks, impenetrable bushes or flower beds with proud stalks.

It is the paradise, it is the delicious and sensual joy of living in the warm and welcoming nature! Between the big tutelary trees grow banana trees and all kinds of delicious fruits which only names make our mouths watering!

The atmosphere is both invigorating and relaxing, fresh and sweet, and as everywhere in the virgin and pure nature arises in the heart a warm and potent desire of kissing the earth, running in the undergrowth, jumping into the clear water, flying, singing, activating... How to describe such poetry with our poor words? In such places, however frequent on Aeoliah, even the Eolis can not hold back a tear of Happiness. When they go there, it is in silence, filled with joy and admiration.

And cheerfully grow the mushrooms, and perfume the small flowers hiding beneath the tallest grass, and creak the crickets. Even the birds here are discreet and they whisper! What sweet tweets! They dare to give voice only for the morning prayer.

If these enchanted places are so beautiful, will you ask me, why do not the Eolis settle there? It is that if they lived everywhere, there would be no more wonderful places of virgin nature. For this reason, AEoliah is scarcely inhabited and cultivated until the tenth of its possibilities. They are not crazy the Eolis. This discretion does not prevent them, as they are very small, from being a few hundred billions on their planet.

These meadows are only ten to twenty paces each, irregular in shape, rich in nooks, plots and meditation terraces connected by arbours, natural stairs. Ideal for pitching a tent, to meditate or to love each other in the wonderful little greenery, rocks and flowers, to the sound of a flute. We could put as well a whole scout camp which would remain almost invisible!

This is what the Cosmic Guardians did quite naturally. They are three, two men and one woman. They did not brought a canvas tent, but a wonderful little flying house. They half buried it in a bush with exuberant bunches of purple flowers under the broad palms of a banana tree. It is a small dome of a beautiful pure totally seamless blue, curved on the top and almost flat under, like a roll. Not much bigger than a tent, and even more discreet. The door is a little hollow in the rim, as if we had bitten into the bread. It is closed by a somewhat darker curtain.

It is a flower among the flowers!

It overlooks a small terrace of short grass. A few steps lead at choice to another elevated rocky terrace with a clear view, or to a small corner of moss under the trees, depending on whether you want to meditate or to eat. But most often you will not see the Cosmic Guardians: they perform their inner work hidden under the banana trees, where the great palms cover wonderful little caves of bright greenery like stained glass, fresh as a spring.

When they eat, they use only a few utensils: a tablecloth, baskets for fruits (in wicker, yes) that they put in their house. To drink, you just need to stretch your hands in a cup, towards the delicious stream... They do not only eat fruits, so they brought a blue trunk as smooth as the dome, in the shape of an egg, from which they draw ready made dishes, very compact, kinds of cereal cakes, which they season with strange aromatics brought from some distant interstellar souk. In a dark corner they leave a seed box for seeds, several transparent trays which pile up, just like ours, which allow them to revel in delicious sprouted seeds. No dish washing: absolutely nothing attaches or sticks to their bowls, so they just have to flip them: everything falls, even droplets of water, and they are impeccably clean and dry. The top of this canteen is extremely practical and full of tricks, opening like a boiled egg, and they do their cooking there, laughing or in a complicit silence.

Out of the meals where the containers are placed in a circle in the foam, nothing stays in the small camp. Unless you arrive by air, you really have to step on it to find it, as it fits harmoniously and discreetly in nature. The Guardians go so far as not to crush the grass, even where they walk all day on it. This is, with the self-cleaning dishes and the flying house, the only things for which we could not imitate them. It must be said that they have something.

They are dressed in tunics, like the one we had already seen, with embroidered flowers or signs of their beautiful writing for us totally indecipherable but so elegant and poetic.

This small camp is both scouting and science fiction, a strange mix of immediate nature and the unimaginable technology of the Guardians. In an air of indolence and holidays, between laughter and climbing trees to observe the bird's nests, they devote themselves to their intense work in the world of the spirit. These powerful beings, respected by a whole local group of galaxies where they roam in their powerful ships, filled with gifts and mystical powers, playing with a bewildering technology, are immediately at home in a corner of a wild forest, while needing almost nothing. Their presence in no way disturbs the Poetry, does not disturb any inhabitant, and even their small camping vessel fits perfectly, like a big round flower. (The exact word they use would rather mean «planeting» than «camping»!) They find in the contact with grass and leaves the immediate simplicity of children, the resourceful smartness of the Indians. They dry mushrooms, they weave necklaces of flowers, arrange their dishes while singing, and harmoniously laugh, prance and play hide and seek under their complicit trees.

 

They gave no notice whatsoever of their presence. It was Olfio, in his tour of the Spirits of the Places, who discovered them. Intrigued by this immense squash, blue as cobalt and smooth as the sky, he approaches and sees nobody. All the same this gigantic house is frequented, probably since several days. It seems to rest on the tips of the grass, without crushing it. He would draw the curtain, but a psychic invitation to discretion stops him. Suddenly a giant step makes the ground shudder behind him. It is Yanathor, the Guardian he already knew. «Hey, here's an Eoli». Ellebon and Auranaïa emerge from under the banana trees, laughing like from a good trick. Well, they have hair, them. All the same, a female Guardian with a smooth skull, it would be weird!

All three sit softly in the soft grass around the Eoli, and exchange the presentations.

«Peace and Harmony to you, friend Eoli. We have been working for Nellio and Aurora full time these days, so we thought, like, why not on your beautiful planet. It is so delicious the planeting here.

- Joy and Serenity to you, friend, continued Ellebon, his voice soft and warm. Your planet is joyful and beautiful, what a delightful happiness!

- Wonder in your soul, little Eoli with pure and quivering heart. Poetry and Auraliah, continues Auranaïa with her sublime, sweet and ethereal voice.

- Good morning, then. Are you the Cosmic Guardians?»

Friend reader, you probably never heard of Auraliah: it is a very poetic and magical vibration, like a fairy tale, perfumed like violet or lilac, iridescent violet like some morning glories, simultaneously soft and intense, very pure, clear and warm, and above all extremely moving, like a love that we do not expect. It is one of the many and wonderful vibrations of the world of the angels. Auranaïa, like all the male or female Guardians of the Creation, especially embodies one or more Virtues or vibrations, which form ther personality. She is the Auraliah. This is only an approximate name, because the language of the Guardians has more than one hundred vowels and consonants, telling still many more vibrations and feelings.

It is one of the charming customs of the inhabitants of the planets of the universe, that to greet each other by announcing the vibrations of their personalities, and even to evoke them directly in the heart of the other! For most of us, humans, we would not look good. The Auraliah seems very far away... But it nevertheless is towards this world of pure and beautiful vibrations that we have to progress, everyday a little.

Olfio, standing up, straightens his big flower hat a little: he is in front of marvellous beings, noble and beautiful, of unimaginable goodness and phenomenal power. That he feels small, not just in size! Why do they come to Aeoliah? Why must it be precisely him who meets them?

This one is Yanathor, the Justicer, the Reparator. In a single gesture, in his powerful cosmic ship, he could erase an entire planet, if he thought it necessary. The forces of evil, which Olfio vaguely heard about, flee in terror when he decides to destroy them. But he also knows how to console, mend, reconcile... He has saved civilizations, reunited lovers and families, made wars impossible... Presently, Yanathor is half lying in the grass, nonchalantly leaning, a grass stalk to the mouth, dressed in a simple short tunic, as the other day. He smiles, from sincere kindness, but also because they are so funny, these Eolis! Tender as babies.

If the misters of the Earth were seeing Yanathor right now, they would find him «not credible». They would do well to pay attention, because he is having them in his sights. If ever the contract of non-interference was broken...

Ellebon, it is stewardship. No, not the meals: Ellebon, as the vibration of his name tell, takes care to radiate an atmosphere of joy, of quiet happiness. He lives in the same ship as Yanathor, without doing anything particular. He is there, he participates every time, he shines, he soothes. Blond as a Breton, in spite of his sky-blue complexion, he wears a tunic, also blue, descending at his feet, covered with monochrome symbols.

Auranaïa is sitting in lotus, smiling beyond looking. Her dress has become a phosphorescent purple, immaterial. She is surrounded by transparent veils floating around her, without weights, necklaces of indigo amber, pearls of light, and her delicious aura is prolonged by an unreal perfume ...

These marvellous names are pronounced carefully, slowly, gently linking the syllables: Au-ra-na-ï-a... Au-ra-liah... while connecting with lightness, indigo magic. The last a is stretched, marveled... Try, you'll see, it's superb. These names, more than sounds, are vibrations. Just like Ellebon's kindness, Auranaïa radiates her fairytale, her sublime Auraliah. Auraliah can also be an ethereal femininity, deliciously intense, perfumed, immaterial, mauve and violet like the morning glory, even beyond the one already wonderful of the Eolines.

In ordinary times, Yanathor, Ellebon, Auranaïa and all the other Guardians are equal in their city of the stars. No leaders: the Guardians are adults. When action demands promptness, Yanathor commands. But at the supreme moment when one must intervene in the life of a being, then Yanathor aligns himself with the Virtues incarnated by his friends Ellebon, Auranaïa and many other inhabitants of their vast flying city, who meditate in the great Crystal Temple of their cosmic vessel. This Circle of Virtues voluntarily remains away from the action: thus its Peace and Serenity remain untouched, and its Wisdom unaltered, always available to draw the purest inspiration. The task of some others is ensuring that the decision-maker has all the data in hands. It does not matter who is in command right now: they all work after the same criteria anyway, and the result is the same. Most often it is Yanathor, because it is in his character. But each of them could take its place at a moment's notice, and they do it at need, without any of their decisions ever being questionable after the fact. With the tremendous power of Truth emanating from the Crystal Temple, no misunderstanding, no error is possible. So the Guardians share the utmost confidence, guaranteed by their absolute respect for the Universal Laws of life. What a great team!

But even so, we must not imagine that the Guardians intervene everyday in the existence of the inhabitants of the planets. It is far too serious an act, that they only accomplish in certain specific circumstances. You can even see that on Earth their presence is, to say the least, discreet! Yet it exists. We shall come back to this.

Olfio, as shy as it is possible, stands on one foot then on the other.

«Well, says the Reparator, since you are here, we must go tell all your friends why we came. Let us go to the village.»

Instantly he gets up (in a funny way, without leaning on his elbows or knees) and with a determined step, opens the march, followed by his two companions, Olfio fluttering at their side.

It is that they trot nicely, with an aerial step, barely touching the ground, leaving no trace of their passage in the high grass. Even a Sioux could not track them. No doubt their body obeys the law of gravity only when it suits them. Yet they do not have on them any science-fiction equipment, anti-gravity belt or others. They are finer than that, the Guardians.

Olfio has trouble following them! Then Auranaïa, her mauve hair and veils waving in the wind of the race, hands her graceful arm, where he settles, and she wears him at the level of her chest.

Auranaïa is astonishingly splendid, her blue-purple face of a perfect oval, just her chin a little pointy, her features absolutely regular, her immense eyes bright green, strange contrast-harmony in all these blues and purples, light of water in the cosmic dawn. Like the Eolines, her forms are slender under her embroidered dress. Embroidered? Is this the exact word? There are spots of light, blurred beads, star-flowers. A close look at this fabric shows no fabric either... She also carries around arms bracelets and necklaces of multicoloured beads, which undulate with her step without clashing. Her perfume is... indescribable! And her presence emanates... a marvel, a delightful, intense, fairy, feminine, mauve aura... the Auraliah! All what she touches is imbued with it, and the Sioux from before would be irresistibly drawn on her track by this delicious esoteric effluvia.

 

As we suspect, the arrival of such a trio in the village makes sensation.

 

Three Guardians! It is too much! Yanathor did things well.

Buzzing like a hive hatching a swarm, the whole village is soon surrounding them. Auranaïa has a great success. But the jokers abstain: laughter is incompatible with Auraliah.

What a wonderful visit! Auranaïa, sitting on Nellio's lawn, in a haze of embalmed hair and pearls from the stars, smiling without saying anything, lets the Eolis and the Eolines climb on her shoulders, by two or three at a time, to feel her ineffable aura. Ellebon strolls among the cultivations, attentive to the explanations of all the gardeners, stooping willingly to taste a bay or to cast his glance in the pumpkin workshops. Yanathor, alone, sitting on a rock, his legs dangling, laughs to see these Eolis happy like children. He is happy, Yanathor, to see this planet in its perfect, ideal, unviolated happiness. Of course, there are other planets. Many others. But he is never jaded, and every time he discovers a new planet, he is amazed and marvels again at his beauty, his original and unique Harmony. In this, he is aware that he is fulfilling the destiny of every sentient being in the Creation: to marvel at the ever-welling life! In the Justicer, this wonder gains a depth, a moving gravity.

 

When Adenankar and his team arrive, it is time to stop gardening, and to get ready for the evening meal.

«What if we ate together?»

No sooner said than done.

«But how are we going to find food for them? They must engulf each as much as the whole village?

- No, they do not eat, the Guardians.

- Yes they do, they tasted my lichoos, apples, and even mushrooms.

- They did not brought anything.»

False: Yanathor passes his hand over his tunic, appears a pocket, from which he extracts... a big bag full of fruit, and a huge cake. The Eolis rub their eyes, flabbergasted. He might as well have got out an anvil, or a wheelbarrow, out of the frail garment, that it had hardly been more improbable. These cosmic Guardians, we definitively need to ask them how their clothes are cut exactly.

All three sit with their backs to the arbours, facing the Eolis of the village. They eat delicately, in silence, taking the time to revel, entirely in this delicious and primordial occupation. Probably these spiritual beings do not need physical nutrients, but they still feed on delicious tastes and aromas.

The evening goes down, with its soothing freshness. After the poignant prayer of the blackbirds, the distant nostalgic calls of the eyerlis, start the crickets. The tall visitors are now nothing more than hieratic silhouettes, and behind them stands the Evening Mountain with its eternal magical lighthouse at the top. The last rain left some patches of immaculate snow, which is rather rare. At night, under the red lighthouse, it makes a curious magenta phosphorescence.

Towards the end of the meal, Eolis from the surrounding woods are still arriving, and even from neighbouring villages. It is party time! The flowers-light illuminate like lanterns, they even bring extra models, to also light the faces of the Guardians, otherwise we would see only their knees. (You cannot expect too much of these brave plants, which power is still much lower than a flashlight!) They gather a whole brood of bright caterpillars who are roaming everywhere. They put them in Ellebon's hair, in... Sorry on Yanathor's shoulders. For Auranaïa, it is not not needed: she radiates by herself. A constellation of magenta stars and violet phosphorescences surround her purple face with mysterious green eyes, also softly luminous.

The Eolis, happy, laugh, exclaim, run everywhere. What an exciting atmosphere, yet quiet in the same time! Their joy gently crackles like a campfire, without spoiling the silence of the night which is settling.

Without transition, at the very moment they felt, the cosmic guests start singing from their beautiful voices. Yanathor, warm and deep medium, and Ellebon, a bit higher, incredibly quiet, solid like a rock. The sublime melody of Auranaïa replies them in the night. The Eolis heed, aghast. How to describe this? They remain motionless, heart beating, heeding, and even the crickets do the same!

How do you want me to tell you about Auranaia's song, even for Eolis it would be difficult. And again she lowers her light for them. At the sound of its exquisite modulations, sublime chills rise along the back, an unspeakable happiness pours into the heart, the light flowers and the stars pulsate in unison.

When Auranaïa lets go off the last note, a long silence prolongs this perfect communion. The roses and golden lights of flowers surround her violet aura, dotted with purple iridescence surrounding the wonderful green of her eyes.

 

Finally Yanathor speaks.

«Friends Eolis, the purpose of our coming here tonight may seem very strange to you. You know that Aurora is incarnated on Earth. But you may not know yet that this planet is currently at a critical stage of her evolution. It must be said that the Earthlings are very creative in their own way, and that they are progressing at a breathtaking speed, in their understanding of the universe and of their consciousness. (murmurs) Even our colleagues in the Earth galaxy were surprised, and they had to set up a permanent observation cell and mobilize a great power, in case they had to intervene to protect this awakening.

«Remember that our main role, to us Guardians, is to prevent evil from spreading into the normal universe. If only a hint of evil could appear for example on AEoliah... (Oh no, not possibl, say a hubbub of Eolis) ...and you cannot eliminate it by yourself, despite your will, so here we are. We intervened during the creation of AEoliah, to divert comets which threatened the island where your wonderful Eolis bodies were being prepared. We also intervened several times in cases similar to the one of Aurora, which explains why the crypt with the transmutator on Uhluhlorah's Moon were existing well before her. But on Earth, which is outside the Universal Law, we cannot intervene without an explicit and properly motivated demand from its inhabitants. This is because the evil we find there is the creation of these inhabitants themselves, Humans and Animals. It is their thing, their business, and they alone can eliminate it, by the intervention of their only free will, their essential Freedom...» At this moment Yanathor has a sob... Yes, the all-powerful galactic master, the Guardian of cosmic lightning, weeps gently on our fate, without any shade of anger or revenge! Compassion is that...

He resumes, a wet star on the cheek: «That they really want it: it is on this only condition that we can help them openly, and if necessary destroy the considerable black forces they have accumulated on their backs, forces which today prevent them from thinking or feeling right.

«Nowadays the Earthlings put themselves in a paradoxical situation: on one hand their consciousnesses are awakening faster than ever, but on the other hand, the gigantic psychic forces of destruction that they had piled up for millennia now, are far exceeding their weak moral forces, so much that they threaten to make their own planet uninhabitable».

Stupefaction among the Eolis, who could never imagine such a thing: for most of them, the worse known evil is not much more beyond an heavy joke or getting a rotten fruit on their head! He resumed:

«So it is a race between enlightenment and nothingness, and nobody can know what is going to happen in fifty years or even in ten years. It is very complex, the partially enlightened earthlings try to launch good energies of all kinds. But they do not always succeed, because the illusions and the ruses of evil are numerous; often they manage to block or take over these energies.

«Aurora is currently on Earth, but do not think she is as a devastated victim. From her past on Aeoliah, it is much easier for her to get in what is happening, and she stepped right in the middle of this network of contradictory influences. And she devoted herself body and soul to save this planet. And she is doing good! What energy! What a passion! She is indeed a Eoline!» (Murmurs of admiration, of satisfaction! Oh yes, Aurora is indeed a brave Eoline!)

«So in the beginning of this business, it was only a matter of getting her out of an uninteresting barbaric world, as soon as she had recovered enough to be transportable. Now it is a little more complicated. Our mission interferes with the one of the Guardians of the Earth's galaxy. We cannot subtract Aurora from her role in helping Earth. We shall have to participate in this rescue as well. Oh, this is not a problem: we accept very willingly! (He laughs a bit, while Ellebon and Auranaïa smile sympathetically) Oh, this will not add more delay than a part of Earth life, which is very short, as you know. If we were to wait for the end, then nothing would stand in the way, once she abandoned her Earth body, to find back her Eoline body still waiting for her in Uhluhlorah's crypt. So everything is fine.

«This also explains why we are now openly appearing on Aeoliah. As you know, our code of ethics, which is very strict, does not allow us to show ourselves without reason on the planets. So we quietly proceeded to save Aurora's body, and could have brought it back as well: one morning she would be here, among you, and you would never have seen us. But things are quite different today, since Aurora has decided to take part in the evolution of Earth. She is incarnated there, while being an inhabitant of Aeoliah. She has no idea, but her initiative creates an unique situation, and opens up vast possibilities.

«So we decided to help her better.

«You too, as his companions, have the privilege of being able to assist her very efficiently, if you wish.

«This is where I am surprising you, sweet little Eolis, you can too help in saving the Earth!»

A swell of astonishment takes the small crowd of the Eolis agglutinated on two layers at the feet of the Guardians, in the soft pink of the flowers-light and the delicate nocturnal perfume of the arbours of pink cistus.

«But we are already participating with the first aid of the souls!

- Yes, you are already participating, and you have done wonderfully. Some of the souls that you saved are here among us tonight to share the sweet happiness of this wonderful planet. And even, you just learned that yet another started to prepare a body in the belly of Illinia. (A tear, this time of joy, runs down his cheek) Be thanked. But you are so humble and discreet that you do not really talk about what you are really doing on Earth. It is gold. Many souls you helped (occasionally or full time) have awakened, and they are now actively participating in the awakening of other souls, such as this earthling whom you called Elandunar, who is now painting wonderful landscapes of the regenerated and free Earth, to distil in the hearts of others a bit of desire to see their planet healed! But also the energies you sent to Aurora helped her. You sent so many that they spread to other Earthlings who were also meditating to help her! They thought they gave, and they received.

- How? Do they know her?

«Of course they do not know that she is from AEoliah, but they met her under her Earthling appearance and became her friends. As they are partly awake, they felt that she is too. Tomorrow we shall see how to continue this excellent work, with the group who takes care of it. And from now on, the Soul First Aid will be able, from time to time, to observe Auro...»

What screams of joy! Yanathor tries to speak more, then he gives up: the joy of the Eolis is indescribable, at the idea of finally seeing again their companion who disappeared for so long! What farandole they make! But they quickly become silent again, for fear of having misunderstood, hanging on the lips of the Reparator. The latter never deserved this name so well!

«Uh yes, I suspected you may like it a little. (Little laugh of Ellebon: Yanathor does not use to speak by litotes) You heard right: in the coming days a team of Soul First Aid will be able to go to see Aurora, then other teams, but at one imperative condition: not to attempt to communicate with her: she is not yet ready, she is still too weak. Egocentrism or other primitive conditioning of the Earth's brain could take advantage of it, and put her back into other kinds of evil, such as the frustration of not being able to return to Aeoliah. It will not be so easy as with other Earthlings, but this is now within your reach. Still you will avoid taking beginners in these groups. Anyway we shall always be with you in these outings.

«But there is better. We shall ask you to prepare for an unprecedented outing: to go on Earth, no longer in astral, but with your Eolis bodies.»

This time it is an incredulous and stupefied silence which welcomes this strange proposition. With their physical body? To do what? To what frightful and inconceivable dangers would they be exposed? Would they not violate the strict law of non-interference in the internal affairs of Earth?

Then little by little Yanathor's thought infuses into the one of the Eolis, for his words are in fact only a support. He can express himself just as well without them. The Eolis use words as we do, but in their world, since lie is non-existent, speech has the value has for us the writing of a contract. Yes, to go on Earth, and appear to Aurora-in-Earth, stunned, incredulous... What a wonderful surprise for her! In their warm little hearts, the Eolis imagine that she must feel very lonely and very sad into this cold and grey world! This could be done discreetly, in some discreet place, without arousing the other Earthlings as in the time of the Emperor Charles. After the divine surprise, Aurora would only have to abandon her Earth body and ride her Eoline body on Aeoliah... And everything would finally be back in order.

But such a demonstration of the Eolis on Earth is still not essential, especially in view of its possible disadvantages. Aurora could as well go directly to Aeoliah, as soon as she is ready. The Guardians must have another reason.

«Yes, of course, Eolis friends, there are very specific reasons for that. The first is in the deep soul of Aurora: she herself (her soul) especially asked that it be so. These are things that cannot be put into words, we ourselves refer to it for our masters in the upper plane of archangels, the Cenacle in charge of the evolution of school planets as the Earth.

«In fact they are following this case from the beginning, and we are only humbly executing their orders. So they explained the second reason: discovering Aeoliah in her physical body, living this experience with her Earth personality, Aurora-on-Earth would feel emotions and ideas extremely new for a human of the Earth, but still easily assimilable by them: thus these emotions and these ideas could very easily pass into the archetype of the Earth humanity, and henceforth belong to all humanity, unconsciously but to its greatest advantage.

«Aurora's soul, with the Earth personality she developed, was particularly suited to this. She was spotted for a long time by the Cenacle, and she asked herself to do this, long ago, even before taking birth on Aeoliah. Go figure if her «accident» was not made possible in order for things to happen that way. Imagine that she even was summoned to the Great Cenacle of the Earth galaxy, your buddy! What a luck she had! Even us the Guardians we never go there.

«This extraordinary event took place fifteen terrestrial years ago, Aurora-in-Earth was only a little girl. I remember very well: she was sleeping into one of the stacked sleeping boxes of the Earthlings (Yanathor means the council flats), her head full of stuff from the stunning box (the television) and France History, geography, calculation, deprivation of dessert...

«This moving little child, seed of the Infinite sown in the country of the gross actuarial rates, has no memories of this fantastic meeting, during her sleep, nor of her decision, because the feelings and vibrations she felt cannot be grasped by the Earth mind. It is like reading a maths roll to a potato plant!

- And with a squash, does it work?

- Hey, a squash, why? Says Yanathor, disconcerted by such an unexpected reply.

- Because the squash-house of Anthelme must know a lot of it, because he read them for a thousand years! Now the gourds in this village, they are really learned!»

This time Yanathor and Ellebon can not help but giggle, with the whole village! Even Auranaïa is swinging and her hair is sparkling. The bursts of laughter last for a moment, especially since Yanathor seems to have finished his explanations. This is how things happen in the village: laughter, Joy, Happiness always spontaneously reappear in the most serious situations.

 

But suddenly the silence returns. Nellio is in Yanathor's hand!

Nellio! Who said nothing, all along these revelations. Nellio, whom we should tell him nothing, Nellio who had managed to condition his thoughts so that they do not come on his lost love anymore, Nellio poor anesthetized victim, mere object of compassion, is now standing in fronts of his friends, his hands on his hips, and his resolution does not make any doubt. «I completely liberated him», Yanathor whispers into Ellebon's ear, but everyone hears.

Nellio has a wink, he even smiles. Perfectly casual, he radiates a determination which had never been known from him, even before the tragedy.

«I will go with the Souls First Aid to help Aurora on Earth.»

The Eolis, stunned by such an assurance, are eyeing in the direction of Adenankar: we remember the draconian precautions of which the old Gardener of the Souls had surrounded the First Aid, following the tragedy of Aurora, and the absolute prohibition which had been made specifically to Nellio to participate. But the Gardener of the Souls does not flinch. If Adenankar says nothing, it is that this time is now over.

Nellio continues: «Aurora's project is delaying our meeting a bit, but this is nothing, if it allows for the Humans of this distant planet to wake up faster. On the contrary, it is a joy! If we work together, we already are reunited!» Concludes the naive hero, quickly covered by the ovations of the whole village and the surrounding area gathered on the small lawn.

Ah! the Eolis exulting, singing, stomping, applauding! In the frantic beat of Artapon's big drum! The joy of this evening must radiate very far, and from time to time arrive Eolis of the neighbouring villages, and the chronicles of all the region announce this night as particularly galvanizing and joyous! As for Irizdar, it is better not to report what happened there in the same time!

Once these bouts of joy somewhat calmed, the Eolis reflect. They expected to some day see Aurora just getting out of a small ship which would clear off immediately without waiting for any thanks, according to the mythological discretion of the Guardians. Instead, they have their diligent visits, the sublime song of Auranaïa, and the promise of a strange, fantastic, exciting adventure. The meeting would be made in stages, by successive revelations, according to a crescendo of pleasure and joy, until the final reunion. Basically it would be much more beautiful like that. Not to mention that they would contribute to the emancipation of the Earth, an exciting prospect to which the Eolis no longer hold in place.

Yanathor comments again: «Throughout this time, Nellio has evolved, without it was visible. So you will know a new Nellio, lively and dazzling, dynamic and responsible! He had to develop these qualities to be able to support his condition. They will reflect on his whole persona.»

As if to illustrate these words, Nellio suddenly jumps out of Yanathor's hand, braking with his open wings like the Eolis do when they leap from a great height, then he runs away in the shadow behind the Guardians, toward the forest.

No one ever knew where Nellio spent that night. But one thing is certain: it was not in his pyramid. It had disappeared, leaving only a small square of bare soil.