Guardian of the Pure Spring

By

Susanne Schwartzkopff.

At a time when God had not yet covered his face to mankind, earthly people
lived in peace and happiness. Envy and falsehood were unknown, each
trusted the other, and love reigned everywhere. The messengers of God
descended from heaven and brought the message from above. And people
found their happiness in (doing) God’s will.

But the time came when they began to listen less to the messengers of God,
and some wanted to be clever and say, Now we know for ourselves what we
must do. Nobody has to lead us by the hand. The land belongs to us, and
we want to arrange it for ourselves according to our own wishes.

And they began to distribute the goods (wealth, wealth) of the country at
their discretion, and the strong tore down their largest share, and then
boasted of their treasures. Envy and her siblings, distrust and lie, awoke in
the weak who remained poor, and the three of them absorbed themselves
strongly until they took on their own lives, took on a human form, and
stretched across the country.

Where they came, they sowed these three poisonous sows. The sowing
arose and sprouted and sprouted many flowers and fruits, and the ripe seeds
were carried by the wind to distant (remote) regions. Flowers of envy,
mistrust, and lies soon grew everywhere, with their bright, multicolored
flowers and fruits. And people ate of these fruits, and although they ate of
them, they were hungrier than before and longed to eat more and more.

Field after field was covered with this growing wilder weed, and people’s
eagerness for weed fruits grew immeasurably. They sowed new seed all the
time, fearing that no field, no garden, would remain empty. The fruits
constantly aroused their hunger for property, and soon they had no more
peace day and night. One forest after another, which retained the heavenly
rain and soil moisture and kept it for humans, was felled to make room for
weed sowing; many no longer cultivated their gardens and also left the
fields fallow. Everyone with feverish senses searched for treasures, for
treasures with which they could boast and boast and seem better (bigger)
than others.

Gradually the land was deserted, the rivers dried up, the lakes and ponds
dried up, there were no more forests, and the rain came less and less, and in
the end it did not come at all. There were fierce wars over the last streams,
in which there were countless deaths; thousands of people sat on the last
damp streams, hopelessly hoping they could fill themselves with water
again.

The tormenting thirst seized the people, and in their desperation, the crowds
went on their way to the crowds, moving from one country to another to find
a fresh (fresh, clean) spring on which to quench their unbearable thirst. But
there were only swamps and swamps from which to drink.

The children begged their mothers with begging words, “Give me a drink,
Mom, I’m thirsty!”

Then the mother said, “Here’s a sweet fruit, quench your thirst with it!” As
the weeds thrived better and dryer in the drought, they probably preferred to
live where it was driest, and they became more and more glittering and
tempting. And when the children cried, “We don’t want any sweet fruit, he
makes us even more thirsty, we want water, fresh, clear water,” so the
mother’s answer was, “There is no water, I don’t have any either, you have
to be content with colorful fruits. Look, when you eat them, you start
laughing and dancing out loud, and then you forget about water. ”

Many children ate these fruits and became eager and restless as parents,
deafening loudly.
 But some looked at the adults in astonishment and astonishment, and they
kept asking for water, fresh, clean spring water. And isolated (individual)
people heard their wailing pleas, and their own thirst became sharper and
more torturous at the sight of children, and they determined that they would
not want to stop looking until they found some pure non-drying
(inexhaustible) spring of water, and only (if ) will find him, they would never
want to leave him again.

After searching with their gazes for a long, long time only on the earth’s
surface, they also directed their gaze upwards, to the sky, because as an
almost disappeared (extinct) knowledge, the memory came to them that
once, in ancient prehistory, people came from above.

But only he who escaped from the tangled and senseless crush went calm,
the star suddenly shone in the sky with a ray of hope, and after a long
solitary journey, the individuals heard the call from a distance. To one it
sounded like:

“Come here to me!”

To the second as:

“Here’s the spring!”

To the third:

“I’m calling you!”

And who heard the call, they straightened up and looked around as they
woke up, searching for the call. And it sounded in them all the time and
didn’t let them stop again (calm down). The parents took their children and
moved in with them, the lovers grabbed their hand and took an equally brisk
step to call.

But –

There were also couples where only one heard the call and not the other.
There was a call from one, and the other remained angrily or hatefully or
indifferently. The call was stronger than the earth’s bonds (bonds,
connections). Before him, everything false (false) was falling apart. The
sowing of the lie withered, where the voice (sound, tone) flew over her. And
a quiet, quiet whisper rose in humanity. Individuals woke up and were able
to receive the message from above again, as so many desires awaited him.
The message was:

“The Guardian of the Pure Spring lives,

Look for him, so you will find your peace! ”

Happiness opened in the hearts of all who heard about it. They set out
through the arid lands – the life-giving water was no longer determined
anywhere, and the end of human life on earth was perceptible. Where once
bloomed gardens stood, now wastelands stretched. Poor (barren) grasses
and thorny shrubs remained the only food for man and animal, and each
anxiously guarded his miserable possessions through high fences and walls
and jealously drove away any stranger who came near him. In the
meantime, of course, there were still large areas (fields) of weeds, but their
fruits tasted more and more bitter, and people had to eat more of them to
put them to sleep (stun) for a short time. When they awoke from their
intoxication — they could no longer dance and laugh — they were gripped by
icy despair, for they saw the terrible death of thirst creeping inexorably.

During the death penalty, it was forbidden to say the word “water” aloud,
because the sound of this word caused them great torment. Only in secret
did some get together, thinking about the means and ways to get to the
water. They dug deep shafts into the ground – but in vain, the arid land also
allowed only a few drops to escape slightly in the depths, which quickly dried
up again.

So there was great lamentation everywhere, and the number of those who
ended their lives increased from day to day.

But covertly, in silence (stillness, still life), there was a whisper about the
Ranger of the Spring, spreading from mouth to mouth, and being said to live
in a deserted mountain range, far from people. Many said that it would be
impossible to get to it, because the spring would be surrounded by predatory
animals that would not let anyone get any closer. Only the bravest ventured
on the long pilgrimage, often the children who were persuaded by their
parents with their pleas.

A small procession of seekers slowly approached the deserted mountains.

They were very quiet, as they all listened to hear the call again, and with
their eyes they asked the stars if they knew the right way. The stars were
given a very special shine the closer the seekers came to the mountains, and
the people who still lived here could inform everyone about the guardian of
the Pure Spring. But none of them saw him. They said terrible things about
him. He was supposed to be a magician (wizard, mage), and if he let his
spring flow freely, he would flood it and destroy (destroy) the whole earth.
Therefore, high protective walls were built around their property, which were
to hold the flood (hold on). The walls were so high that the owners could not
look through them, and that was good for them, because they did not have
the dreaded mountain (mountains) still in front of their eyes. They were
afraid of the Ranger, but when they thought they were safe, they mocked
him, thinking that it was perhaps just a rumor that there was a spring in the
mountains.

When the arid pilgrims begged them for a sip of pure water, they shrugged
awkwardly and said that they would only have water from the swamp, but
one would get used to this taste of the swamp, and in time would not want to
drink any other water at all.
 Tired and sad, many near death, the pilgrims arrived on the mountain where
the Guardian of the Pure Spring was to live. But alas – what it looked like
around the mountain! It was teeming with venomous snakes and dragons,
they whipped their tongues at the feet of the pilgrims and tried to pinch
them. And many, who looked around fearfully or hesitantly, fell mortally
struck.

The crowd of searchers kept shrinking. Many now thought it would be better
to turn around, because on such a deserted mountain, a rescuer could not
live, who would certainly come among the people dying of thirst to help
there. And they turned back.

Poisoned arrows also appeared on all sides against those fleeing the
mountain. Rarely were shooters seen; these were kept carefully hidden.
But as reflected by invisible shields, the arrows bounced, flew back to where
they came from, and fatally struck many of the idle spectators.

It was just a fairly small crowd of all those who had once set out, boldly and
fearlessly penetrating and searching for some ascent to the steep peak.
From here, a fresh breeze blew here to meet them, as they hadn’t felt in
years, and strengthened their courage. They, too, seemed to hear the roar
of water, and this sound gave them strength like never before.

The mountain was inaccessible all around, only on one side you could see a
narrow path coming from top to bottom, but at the foot of the mountain it
was closed by a fixed gate. She seemed impenetrable, and some courage
sank again, but a little boy called out, “She’s not locked at all!” And indeed,
she let go immediately when the people pushed (against) and let them in. A
deep breath followed in everyone – oh, how else the air blew here! The
scorching breath of the desert of arid land gave way to the refreshing forest
air. Feet hurried lightly across the shady path, close and closer to the clear
murmur of water – a sound that was new to everyone, filling everyone with
blissful enthusiasm.
 Some with loud cheers, others with quiet tears, all with thanksgiving prayers
on their lips, so they rushed weary looking for the spring, leaned over it and
drank thirstily from it, taking long sips.

Like a bright, clear stream, water flowed through their limbs, pulsing a
never-before-felt feeling of life – and he watched in complete amazement at
each other: Again, they did not know each other. The water changed
everyone, beautified them, filled them with an alien (unusual) new life.

And now they also saw a tall Ranger figure demanding respect. Surrounded
by the purest light, he stood motionless beside the spring, his eyes staring
into distant worlds, holding a raised sword in his right hand.

“He doesn’t see us at all,” the neighbors whispered. “We want to thank God
for sending us a savior for bringing us to him, because without this source we
would all have died soon.”

But one woman dared to ask the Ranger if it was true that this water would
destroy everything if she were allowed to flow freely?

Near and yet, as if from a great distance, the answer came:

“Water can only tear down what is already rotten. The poisonous sowing
that the people have sown will go before her purity. What else can be saved
will be filled only through this new water, everything else must die. “

And one hesitant (timid) further asked, “Is there enough water in the spring
to connect all the thirsty?”

A quiet smile crossed the Ranger’s face, which was neither old nor young,
and he said,
 “The more you draw from this spring, the more it continues to flow, for it
comes from the eternal crystal snow of heaven. Drink, you people, and feed
yourself to the abundance! ”

And the third asked why the spring flows so alone here, there would be so
many thirsters (dying) on earth, so many who would have to die without it.

“You don’t know,” the Ranger replied indulgently, “that purity is maintained
only in solitude (solitude) as long as the seed of poisonous weed flies
through the ground (flies over the ground)? This would cover the spring for a
long time, and people would no longer see the clear water at all before the
sticky, rampant growth of its stems and leaves. “

For a long time they all fell silent and watched in contemplation and joy the
miracle of the constantly flowing water, saw its purity, which was at the
same time full of living movement and different and new at every moment.
The sight itself calmed many years of desire and aroused a desire for things
they had never asked before.

And the water flowed in light waves from the clear marble wall of the
mountain and poured back when (because) the Ranger ordered it. Because
there was no desire of people for its quantity yet – few of them had just
found their way. The shaken pilgrims saw that there was an inexhaustible
purest spring water, enough to save all mankind from death from thirst,
enough to give them all new life.

It was constantly rippling here and there –

And it was as if she were saying: Come here to me, I give to you, I give to
you with joy, for I am rich, infinitely rich, and you are poor – come and take,
it is here for you, come and drink – why do you not all come ?
 And the pilgrims remembered the suffering of the thirst of the dying and
their desperate fear, and would like to help everyone; they sent their voices
into the distance. Everyone has cried out to his neighbors, to those whom he
loved, and cried to them: Come here, all of you, here is the end of your
affliction, there is water in abundance and purity, only here is your salvation!

The mad noise was the answer: ridicule, envy, hatred, slander, blind
underestimation (misunderstanding). But the strangers answered with a cry
of deliverance, a cheering call of knowledge, and many set out.

Most of them, however, went further on their own path, despite certain
death by the death of thirst, as the spring flowed and flowed, fed by a never-
drying force and guarded in its purity by the Ranger’s highly raised sword.

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