The Templar Stone – Chapter 2 – A Sunday Story

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***A very fictional tale***

Introduction Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Later that afternoon, back parking lot – Hospital da Ordem’s, Trindade, Portugal

Closing the hospital building’s back exit door with a loud click and fighting back the grief rising in her soul, Isabella thought of her late grandmother Clemora.

Her sorrow made her slow mournful plodding footsteps on the grey paved surface feel eerily light. It was as though suddenly, something had restrained her feet from its usual light-hearted cantor.

Suddenly, a voice tapped her on her right shoulder…

Isabella froze.

She turned her head slowly towards the sound but kept her stance poised forward…ready to run.

Isabella heard the familiar voice of her grandmother, Clemora speak:

“What are you doing my little Oracle? Quit pining for me. Get away from this place and go after the stone! Do not live out of my grave. Live your own life. Go!”

In terror, Isabella ran. However, suddenly and inexplicably a strange peace enveloped her awareness.

She began to notice her speed—it seemed double her usual clip. And her strength thundered in her ears as her heart raced faster than she had ever heard it before.

Now distracted by her abilities, Isabella stopped. As usual, she was not out of breath. She noticed the row of parked cars in the lot as life seemed to flow back to normal.

She took in everything: the parking meter on the pole, the light standard next to it, the warmth of Summer in Portugal by the ocean whispering in her nostrils. Laughter and voices from passersby from the street in the distance were muffled, soft, and indistinct.

To Isabella, suddenly everything seemed…more alive. Even the bougainvilleas dotting the parking lot barrier to the side street several meters away from where she now stood, seemed bluer than usual. They were her grandmother’s favorite flowers.

With a combination of awe and disbelief, Isabella realized that suddenly she could “see” and remember every vehicle license plate in the row of cars in front of her …and even those on the three cars parked behind her.

Suddenly, she felt it… As if someone had just reached out of the ether and added invisible tassels to the hem of her Dior jacket and pantsuit.

Isabella knew without a doubt that she was as of this moment, the new guardian of the onyx Templar stone. The only of the twelve Templar stones according to myth, that has the power to bequeath immortality. A myth that persisted for centuries based on a fool’s errand interpretation of the ancient Aramaic inscription on the back of the onyx Templar stone which reads: “There are some standing here who shall not taste death.”

However, Isabella knew from her late grandmother’s teachings—that the truth about the onyx Templar stone was neither about immortality nor, for the faint-hearted.

Isabella breathed in. She understood with a deep knowing why her grandmother Clemora “spoke” to her a few moments earlier.

Isabella knew that her next steps were no longer those of an apprentice. She had matriculated into her destiny. A destiny steeped in secrecy about a race of humans, alive since the great flood, known as—The Nephilim.

****To Be Continued Next Sunday****

Sparks – A Gnomic Poem

Image credit: Image Enrique Meseguer / Pixabay

‘Inspiration, little sparks that set souls ablaze’

Ideas building thought pyramids drafting invisible architects

‘Ranking effort above the prize, love’s treasure’

Honoring lessons learned, instructing framed certificates —priceless

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A gnomic poem is a four-line verse/stanza with aphorisms and sayings in one line which are then described or embellished in the proceeding lines. Here, the first and third lines are sayings you may have heard before (with a bit of poetic license for good measure). Lines two and four are their factual embellishments.

Empires – Haiku 2022 – #ThursdayDoors

Basilica of Santi Cosma and Damiano, Rome – Image credit: © Marek Poplawski / Dreamstime.com

empires stories

retold from borrowed thresholds

of broken pieces

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Consecrated as a church in the fourth region of Rome since AD 527, the Basilica of Santi Cosma and Damiano situated in the Roman Forum enclosure was originally built in the 6th century (some accounts say the 2nd century). Rebuilt several times over the centuries and its ruins sold off to pay for its refurbishment in 1632, this basilica has served as the “mother church” of the Franciscan Friars of the Third Order Regular since 1512.

Trivia: Although the Corinthian columns and the other embellished portions of the entrance were “lifted” from elsewhere, these bronze doors are original to the building. This “minor” basilica holds the grand distinction as one of the first public churches in Rome.

Many tales have been spun since Medieval times that label this basilica as “The Temple of Romulus.” Experts however remain convinced that there is no evidence to support those stories.

The Emmy Nominated BBC 2020 TV Series “Normal People” filmed its Italy scene in front of the steps to these doors.

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Close-up detail of one side of the Basilica of Santi Cosma and Damiano’s doors below:

Right door detail, Basilica of Santi Cosma and Damiano – Image credit: Daderot / Wikimedia CC

Wider angle showing the Basilica of Santi Cosma and Damiano within the context of the Roman Forum complex below (Its small bluish dome and green patina door are in the foreground on the right):

Basilica of Santi Cosma and Damiano in the context of the Roman Forum – Image credit: saburahmedjishan / vecteezy

Written for #ThursdayDoors – Dan Antion – @ No Facilities

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