As if to pull me out of my magical spell a young boy ran shouting out of nowhere and started to stamp and kick the pentacles cast in the dirt, screaming and shouting at them as if they were his mortal enemy. Immediately, who i assumed to be his sister, came running out of nowhere and too screamed at him and told him to stop, she physically dragged him forcefully away from my magical circle. By this time their father had arrived who grabbed the boy and swiftly walked off with him without saying a word.
Left in now total silence and calm once again the young girl turned and held my gaze and together we went into communion. Then without saying a word she began to recarve the pentagrams back into the dirt until the circle of stars had been restored and then without a word, she again held my gaze and then ran off skipping and laughing.
I stayed with the ancient tree for a while longer contemplating what had just happened, then swinging my bag over my shoulder walked back around the garden to the exit. However at the far corner of my winding path i heard someone whimpering and crying, like a wounded animal. To my great surprise it was the small boy who had previously kicked so violently at the cast pentagrams but this time he was weak frightened and scared. I walked calmly over to him , kneeling down to his height i offered out my hand in friendship. in a moment he ran crying into my arms saying madre, meaning he had lost his mother. I held him tight until he finally calmed, then hand in hand we walked both talking in a language alien to us but somehow understanding each other. Finally at the other end of the garden we found his parents and he ran now laughing into his mothers arms.
There are so many symbolic mythological references to this magical story but ill leave you to decipher them, needless to say the White Goddess smiles and order has been returned to The Garden.