The Wild Garden

Return Of The Ancients – By David Moylan In the endless expanse of the Duat, the Egyptian underworld, Anubis stood before the grand Temple of Ma’at, his form towering and regal. His jackal head gleamed under the pale light of the moon, eyes glowing with ancient wisdom and purpose. For millennia, Anubis had been the guardian of the dead, the keeper of souls as they passed into the afterlife, weighing hearts against the feather of Ma’at to determine their fate. He had watched over the delicate balance between life and death, order and chaos, and had maintained the sacred rites of passage for all who sought eternity. But now, the cosmic balance was tipping. The earth realm had grown disconnected from the ancient ways. Mortals, lost in their pursuit of power and material gain, had forgotten the old gods, the ones who had shaped the very fabric of existence. The whispers of forgotten rituals no longer reached the heavens, and the temples once filled with offerings stood silent. The world was teetering on the edge of collapse—rife with war, division, and destruction. The time had come for the ancient ones to return. Anubis had seen this day approaching for centuries, though he had waited patiently for the signs. And now, they were clear. The stars aligned in a pattern that had not been seen since the dawn of the first dynasty. The air in the Duat had begun to hum with a power that stirred the sands of time. It was time to act. With deliberate grace, Anubis strode through the gates of the temple, entering a sacred chamber at its heart. The walls were inscribed with hieroglyphs older than memory, detailing the rites that could awaken the ancient gods and spirits—the ones who had walked the earth long before the rise of man. At the center of the chamber lay a great portal, sealed for eons, its surface shimmering faintly like the veil between worlds. Anubis knelt before the portal, his long fingers tracing the inscriptions on the ground. He began to chant in a language that had not been spoken aloud in over ten thousand years, the words vibrating through the air like thunder rolling across the desert. As he chanted, the hieroglyphs on the walls began to glow, lighting the chamber with a soft, ethereal light. The ground beneath Anubis trembled, and the shimmering veil of the portal began to shift. Slowly, it started to open, revealing a swirling vortex of darkness and light, where the spirits of the ancients stirred. He spoke to them, his voice commanding yet reverent. “Ancient ones, gods of old, spirits of the first dawn, it is time to return. The earth realm calls to you once more. The balance has been broken, and the mortals have forgotten the sacred ways. Their world is crumbling under the weight of their hubris. Come forth and restore the order, as you once did in the beginning.” From within the portal, the shadowy forms of the ancient gods began to emerge. First came Osiris, the lord of the afterlife, his emerald-green skin glowing with an inner light, his crook and flail held with regal authority. Behind him, Isis, the great mother, whose wings unfurled as she stepped forward, her eyes filled with both compassion and fury at what had become of the world she had once nurtured. Thoth, the scribe of the gods, followed, his ibis head bowed as he inscribed the events into the cosmic ledger, his presence signaling that history itself was about to be rewritten. One by one, the ancient gods and spirits returned through the portal—Horus, the falcon-headed god of kingship and justice; Sekhmet, the lioness goddess of war, her burning eyes gleaming with righteous rage; and Bastet, the cat goddess of protection, who padded silently through, her gaze fierce and protective. The earth trembled with their return, and even the winds seemed to change direction, carrying with them the energy of ages long forgotten. Anubis stood tall as the ancients gathered around him. He could feel the power radiating from them, the raw, unbridled force that had once shaped mountains, guided civilizations, and ushered souls into the afterlife. But this time, their task was different. They were not here to rule or dominate, but to restore. The earth had fallen out of alignment with the cosmic laws, and only the return of the ancients could bring it back to balance. Osiris stepped forward, his deep voice resonating through the chamber. “The mortals have forgotten us, Anubis. They no longer honor the old ways. Do you believe they are ready for our return?” Anubis bowed his head. “They may not be ready, but they are in need. Their world is on the brink of destruction, and they have lost sight of their connection to the divine. It is not for them to decide—it is time for us to remind them of who we are.” Isis raised her wings, and the light of the portal brightened, casting long shadows across the chamber. “We will bring balance once more,” she said, her voice like the soft breeze before a storm. “But they must choose to embrace it. We cannot force them to remember.” Anubis nodded. “That is why we will walk among them, as we did in the old times. We will guide them, teach them, and if they are willing, we will restore the harmony between the earth realm and the divine.” With that, the portal fully opened, revealing the path back to the earth realm. The air crackled with the energy of their impending return, and the very fabric of reality seemed to ripple as the ancient gods prepared to cross the threshold. One by one, they stepped through, each carrying with them the weight of eternity, the wisdom of the ancients, and the hope of restoring what had been lost. Anubis was the last to move, but before he did, he glanced back into the depths of the Duat,

The Bermuda Triangle, often called the Devil’s Triangle, is a loosely defined region in the North Atlantic Ocean that has fascinated the world for decades. Bound by Miami, Bermuda, and San Juan, Puerto Rico, this triangular area is known for the mysterious disappearances of ships, planes, and people. Stories of malfunctioning compasses, eerie phenomena, and unexplainable losses have stirred both scientific inquiry and supernatural speculation. Beyond the legends, the specific points forming the Bermuda Triangle hold significant historical and cultural relevance. By exploring the Isle of Devils (Bermuda), the Miami Circle, Bracknell Point, and the San Juan Ortiz burial site, we uncover a deeper understanding of these locations and any potential connections to their enigmatic reputation. 1. Bermuda – Isle of Devils Bermuda, the northern point of the Triangle, has a long history of being associated with supernatural forces. In the 16th and 17th centuries, sailors feared the island and nicknamed it the “Isle of Devils.” Early explorers and shipwreck survivors described strange noises, flickering lights, and bizarre occurrences on the island, giving rise to the myth that Bermuda was haunted or cursed. Historical Ruins and Oldest Buildings: • St. George’s Town: The oldest continuously inhabited English settlement in the New World (established in 1612), now a UNESCO World Heritage Site. • The Unfinished Church: A Gothic structure in St. George’s that was never completed, adding to the island’s air of mystery. • Fort St. Catherine: Built in the early 17th century, this fortification overlooks the surrounding waters and has seen its share of naval warfare. Bermuda’s supernatural reputation seems to tie into the broader mystery of the Triangle, blending historical fears with strange events. 2. Miami – Miami Circle and Bracknell Point At the southern tip of Florida, Miami represents the second point of the Bermuda Triangle. While modern Miami is a bustling metropolis, its roots lie in ancient history, particularly with the discovery of the Miami Circle, an archaeological site that dates back 2,000 years. Miami Circle: • Discovered in 1998, the Miami Circle is a perfect circle of holes carved into limestone, believed to have been made by the Tequesta people, one of the earliest inhabitants of southern Florida. It’s speculated that this site may have had religious or astronomical significance, possibly aligning with certain celestial bodies. Bracknell Point: • Bracknell Point, located near the Miami coastline, is believed to be an ancient navigational point used by indigenous peoples. Though not as widely known as the Miami Circle, it holds significance in the indigenous history of Florida. Local lore also suggests that the energy around Bracknell Point is unusual, with some claiming electromagnetic disturbances. Historical Landmarks: • Freedom Tower: Built in 1925, the Freedom Tower is one of Miami’s oldest buildings, originally a headquarters for the Miami News, and later a processing center for Cuban refugees. • Vizcaya Museum and Gardens: A historic estate built in 1916, showcasing Mediterranean Revival architecture that stands as one of the city’s most iconic structures. While modern Miami is known for its vibrant culture, its ancient roots and the discovery of mysterious archaeological artifacts lend it an air of intrigue, particularly when considering the unexplained phenomena within the Triangle. 3. San Juan, Puerto Rico – Ortiz Burial Site The third point of the Bermuda Triangle lies in San Juan, Puerto Rico, a city rich with historical significance. One notable location is the Ortiz Burial Site, an ancient site that reveals the burial practices of Puerto Rico’s indigenous Taino people. The Taino civilization had a deep spiritual connection to nature and celestial patterns, which may resonate with the other ancient sites within the Triangle. Old San Juan – Historical Relevance: • Castillo San Felipe del Morro: A 16th-century fortress built by the Spanish to protect the island, one of the oldest structures in San Juan. • La Fortaleza: The oldest executive mansion still in use in the Americas, built in the early 1500s. • San Juan Cathedral: One of the oldest buildings in Puerto Rico, built in 1521, known for its stunning architecture and rich history. These historical structures, many dating back to the early Spanish colonial period, reinforce San Juan’s status as a key strategic and spiritual location for both the Taino and Spanish empires. Common Themes and Links Between Locations Ancient Sites and Spiritual Energy A common theme linking all three points of the Bermuda Triangle is the presence of ancient sites with spiritual or ceremonial significance. The Miami Circle, Ortiz Burial Site, and even Bermuda’s Isle of Devils all suggest that indigenous people long regarded these areas as important, whether for religious, navigational, or cosmic reasons. This alignment with ancient practices may fuel speculation that there is an underlying spiritual or energetic connection between these places. Maritime History and Disasters All three locations—Bermuda, Miami, and San Juan—have been key naval or maritime hubs throughout history. They have seen their share of shipwrecks, mysterious disappearances, and natural disasters, which could explain some of the legends associated with the Bermuda Triangle. The lore of the Isle of Devils and the treacherous waters surrounding these points has contributed to their fearsome reputation. Supernatural and Celestial Patterns The association with supernatural phenomena, whether through the worship of gods, celestial navigation, or natural energy disturbances, threads through the histories of these three places. Ancient peoples, from the Taino to the Tequesta, may have been aware of forces or energies that we are only beginning to rediscover or understand. The alignment of certain structures with celestial bodies suggests that the region could have deeper cosmic significance. Layers of Mystery in the Bermuda Triangle The Bermuda Triangle remains one of the most enigmatic regions of the world. While the disappearances of ships and planes continue to baffle, the historical and archaeological significance of Bermuda, Miami, and San Juan reveals a tapestry of ancient cultures, mysterious energy, and strategic importance. Whether one believes in supernatural forces or views the Triangle’s history through a scientific lens, it is clear that these locations have been revered and feared

In a land far away, a long time ago, There lived a young man, in the darkness below. He was born in the gloom, where shadows were cast, With burdens and struggles that grew mighty fast. The whispers would say, “He’s cursed by his fate, A soul from the dark, and light comes too late.” But this man had a secret, a spark in his chest, A destiny waiting, a journey, no less. You see, in the ages, long stories are spun, Of a king named Solomon, a great, mighty one. He started in light, so brilliant, so bright, But he stumbled and fell, to the dark of the night. But our man was different, his tale was reversed, For his life in the dark was only the first. He struggled, he fought, through the shadows so deep, For somewhere inside, the light still did sleep. “Oh woe is the dark!” the people would say, But he knew in his heart, he’d find a new way. For the light wasn’t something that only kings know, It’s a gift you must find, even starting below. So he climbed out of shadow, step after step, Leaving behind what the past had once kept. Through trials and storms, through lessons so tough, He learned that the dark, though cruel, was enough. It shaped him and carved him, like stone into art, It was there, in the dark, that he found his heart. And unlike the king, who had turned from the light, This man grew stronger, to rise and take flight. For perhaps, just perhaps, he was once that old king, Who knew all of the wisdom, but not everything. Perhaps he had fallen, but now he had come, To atone for the paths where he once had been numb. As the light filled his soul, it shone from within, He remembered the lessons of Solomon’s sin. But this time, he’d rise, not fall into night, His journey was upward, a return to the light. Now the people, they whispered, “He shines from inside, No longer the darkness, no longer to hide.” For this man, once cursed, was now something more, The opposite path from the king’s ancient lore. He was born in the dark, but found in the light, And he carried that wisdom as if in full flight. Perhaps he was Solomon, once lost in the fall, But now he was soaring, transcending it all. So remember this tale, as old as the sun, That darkness to light is a journey for some. The light of a man can grow when it’s earned, And the lessons of kings can be beautifully turned.