Helii Node

The Great Chariot moves and we awaken. Today is a gathering day and we are thankful. The lots were drawn long ago and we will keep this space perfect for our creator.

We look upon the Chariot Rising side of our island through the ever blowing dust and sand and note the crumbling edge has indeed broken in a new place. We can fix it. We go to the ropes, one pulley for each of us, as it has always been. We drag the sandcatcher sails back up to the island surface, the wheels screeching in the gritty heat. We move the mass of rocks and dirt and sun parched sand from the sails back to the edge that requires repair. It is not enough mass, as usual, some of our island has been blasted away by the seer wind. But Apollo has provided for us. Today we will break the seal of the gate and our number will be balanced. Thus it has ever been. 

We set up the chant, turning the great wheel allowing the river of sand to flow onto our island from The Vessel. As it hits the depression in the middle, a great wind blows much of it away. A static charge builds and discharges between us and into the sky we flow through. The cracks of the Vessel take on an angry glow. We move to our places awaiting the balancing figure.

We get a glimpse of our new hand and foot in the tumbling swirling sands and a great crack resounds through the ground. I move to the damaged edge and lay down amid the repair material we have collected, adding my own mass to the rubble. As I dissipate my final instructions guide the rocks and detritus into position, adding the proper amount of mass to the perfectly balanced island.