May 17, 2024 • 34 mins
Imagine stumbling upon an ancient treasure trove of stories, whispered into being by none other than the goddess Athena herself. That's exactly the journey I, Asteria Blackwell, invite you to partake in as we reveal the extraordinary Elysian Library's emergence from the folds of myth and time. Through the expanse of The Underworld, I chased whispers and legends to where our library had been lost. The poignant reunion that unfolds is a testament to resilience, and the undiscovered stories within are a siren's call to all who yearn for the wisdom of the ages.
This episode is a celebration, not just of the library's homecoming, but of the stories it safeguards—from celestial songs to the chronicles of eternal spirits. Come with me as we explore the vast living tapestry that is the Lost Library of Elysium.
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Asteria Blackwell (00:04):
Greetings and welcome, dear citizens of
Elysium.
You are listening to ElysiumPublic Radio.
I am your host, AsteriaBlackwell, and this is Stories
from the Lost Library.
Now, before we begin, we alwaysstart with a warning, and yes,
I realize the irony, for in thegolden days we would always
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start with an honored prayer tothe muses for a memorable tale.
But in these modern times,warnings have replaced prayers
and our lawyers are insistent.
So take this warning as ouropening prayer.
This library, these stories,this missive, this community is
a safe and sacred space.
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Keep all swords, daggers,poison, ignorance and hate to
yourself, for they have no placehere.
We are all seeking peace andsoftness.
There will be no tolerance forhateful words and comments.
There will be no tolerance forhateful words and comments,
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general rudeness, patriarchaland colonialist attitudes and
those afflicted with thedisorder of having their mouth
be larger than their brains.
There is no guarantee everystory here will be a happy one.
In fact, some will be downrightawful, or the muses forbid
boring.
But what you consider boringand awful may not be to someone
else.
That is the nature ofstorytelling.
Not every story is for you.
I am High Priestess of thesehallowed halls.
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I am King of this space.
My word is law, and the law isthat all are welcome here, and I
truly mean all, every gender,every race, every background and
every inclination.
If you cannot abide by my laws,then please go roll in the mud
with the rest of the pigssomewhere else.
As for the rest of us, welcome.
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You were meant to find your wayhere.
Now, I know what you'rethinking.
You're thinking Asteria,"How can you tell stories from
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the Elysian library?
It's been lost for ages, eons,and I say, yes, yes, you're
correct, but I am thrilled toannounce that our lost library
has finally been found.
I, along with the line oflibrary priestesses who came
before me, have hunted in vainuntil now.
Yes, neighbors, you heard mecorrectly.
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The long, long search is over.
What many have claimed wasnothing more than a myth or a
figment of someone's dreams hasbeen located Now, as you will
recall from your unabridgedhistory of the Elysian Fields
that everyone receives uponsettling here, our magnificent
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library was dreamt into being byAthena herself.
Here in these verdant lands,Athena, the great goddess of
wisdom, stopped for a rest alongour golden shores when she came
in secret to visit her formerlover, Medusa the Gorgon.
Those poor dears.
They had such a terriblefalling out and the goddess did
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some very bad things and foundherself suddenly terribly sorry.
Now you must understand thatAthena prides herself on being
independent, always being incontrol and never showing
weakness of any kind.
But when those two broke it off, the great goddess may have
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lost her mind and done some veryunkind things that she could
not take back.
It's hard to be so alone asAthena had always been, to be so
alone as Athena had always been, and then suddenly find oneself
full of something as mundane asfeelings.
And well, it certainly had herout of sorts.
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Not that that is an excuse forwhat she did, but she is a child
of Zeus and sometimes thefather's personality comes
through.
Sometimes the father'spersonality comes through.
But as Athena wandered here inElysium searching for
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forgiveness that she did notknow how to ask for, she was
very much still out of sorts.
One evening she came across alovely olive tree and sat down
to rest.
As she stared up at the rovingstars, singing the ancient songs
of the world, she fell into adeep sleep there.
The apology she could not voicesprang up unbidden and into
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life as the most magnificentlibrary in any of the worlds,
living or dead.
It was a very Athena move.
The library came into beingcomplete with every book and
scroll and story known to havebeen written or spoken, and
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every story untold.
It housed forests of trees andcountless animals that held
tales of their own.
For the library was half treeand half marble, with snakes
carved in lentils and starsshining inside.
It was magnificently grandright from the beginning, a
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liminal sacred space.
Learners of all kinds, evenwomen, much to the dismay of the
men in the Agora, were welcomedimmediately into the hallowed
halls.
It is said that when the men inthe living world heard of it,
they grew jealous and began toconstruct
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Day by day, the library drewthose who worshipped the act of
learning.
Most of them dead, yes, but asurprisingly ambitious few
living ones as well, and theshelves grew and expanded with
each passing day.
No one could ever get anaccurate count of how far it
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stretched, for it kept doublingin size every few turns of the
moon.
The first librarian was afierce young lady named
Cassandra, who eventually justgave up and stopped trying to
quantify what could not bequantified.
For eons, the library served asa beacon of knowledge.
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It survived everything fromfire to plague and even a run-in
with a giant ark that washeddown across the Elysian Fields
after that ragtag group ofpagans angered their god again,
but the library survived untilthe great earthquake.
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In the hours of dawn on oneordinary Autumnlong day, a
massive earthquake shatteredElysium in two, with half of the
city forcibly pushed up intothe living world and the other
half sinking further down intothe shadowed realms of the
underworld.
Elysium changed forever.
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In that moment, the livingsouls who had settled above
suddenly found themselves in theUnderworld, and many of the
Underworld beings suddenlyrealized they could walk above
ground once more, and thousandsof people began to move back and
forth over the rubble as theypleased, without need of an
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escort into the underworld,without the trials of a journey
to the underworld, withoutsneaking by Cerberus and without
a passport.
In the ensuing chaos, rightafter the earthquake, the
priestess Daphne, who had becomepriestess after Cassandra,
realized that our library haddisappeared.
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Her diary says there was nodebris where the library stood,
but it was as if the entirebuilding had picked itself up
and run away.
Which, dear friends, is exactlywhat happened.
The library, in a moment ofuncharacteristic panic, picked
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itself up, ran away on its fuzzylittle owl legs and slipped
into a crack in the fabric ofspace-time and promptly got lost
.
And this loss has beenincredibly painful for the
citizens of this land to bear.
Yes, we have since built thefinest Amphitheater which holds
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wonderful performances of songsand tragedies, and yes, we've
built the largest Agora in allof the Underworld, but that's
been closed off just to membersof the Elysian Senate who, to
their detriment, are just men.
And some of you will alsomention the rather overstated
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buildings called churches foundon the living side of town,
which have been constructed bygroups of rather determined
Christian colonists.
But those men are in even worseshape than the ones who
frequent the Agora.
Those structures could nevercompare to the heart of Elysium,
which was now gone and we werethe poorer for it.
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Although I am certain the menof the Christian colonists and
the Elysian Senate will beg todiffer rather loudly, as they
usually do.
Now, every priestess of thelibrary has not broken nor
wavered.
In our search to locate it, wehave roamed endlessly, wading
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through muck and brush,whistling and calling, only to
hear silence or an occasionalrude epithet in return.
But, dear listeners, do youknow where our lost, misplaced
library found itself after itslipped through the cracks?
It wound up in the MirkwoodForest on the other side of
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Tartarus.
Wound up in the Mirkwood Foreston the other side of Tartarus.
It had a vague idea where itwas, but it was most certainly
lost and scared, the poor thing.
It had been there all of thistime.
A few years ago, while I wassearching through the forest
west of Valhalla which friendsis as rowdy as a place as you
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can imagine.
Which friends is as rowdy as aplace as you can imagine I did
try to stay out of the way there, but the music was so loud and
they had gym equipment and beerhorns spread everywhere.
It was a mess.
Anyway, one day, a lovely lunamoth, this beautiful pink and
green luminous, being landed onmy arm, her antennae waved and
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the moth floated around me.
And one does what one should dowhen such a guide appears, and
that is to follow them.
I became good friends with thatdear luna moth.
She would not tell me her name,for she said she was in a
witness protection program andhiding from an overzealous god.
So I just called her Luna, andshe was the most lovely
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traveling companion past theremains of Herculaneum, over the
River Styx, past that fetidswampland of the Acheron and the
cicada-filled Cocytus Rivers,through the remnants of the
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great city of Troy, pastTartarus and then, after a pause
in Atlantis, finally into theMirkwood Forest, where the
ghosts of the giant redwoodstower up through the living
world and brush the underside ofthe clouds.
It is a breathtaking place andI hope that everyone can visit
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at least once in their lives.
In the deepest part of theMirkwood Forest, we stumbled
upon a lake that was not markedon any map that we possessed,
either human or moth.
This lake was as wide as thesea, a still flat mirror, and
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the stars shone back onthemselves, dancing in secret
combinations.
Thousands of fireflies flashedfrom an overgrown island far out
in the middle of the water.
Like a stream of stars, theyflew across the still waters and
swirled around me and Luna anddirected us to a small boat made
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of bark.
I rowed us across those waterswith the fireflies lighting the
way, red gleaming eyes under thesurface of the water watched us
every moment and I was ratherglad to be on solid ground.
I would say that if you dovisit Markwood Forest, maybe
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just stick to the beaches.
But once we stepped on thisisland we began to hear voices,
and not a voice like I amspeaking to you now, but rather
a whisper, a rustle of leavespassing from one tree to another
.
The fireflies led us forward onand on until we reached a
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clearing.
There we found the mostmagnificent scene, illuminated
by a million fireflies.
It was our library, pale andhealthy and in deep conversation
, with a crystal book and alarge, ghostly white sycamore
tree.
The library recognized me atonce from my snake brooch, the
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sigil of the priestesses of thelibrary, and it was very glad to
have finally been found, beenfound.
We soon discovered that themagnificent Sycamore had taken
guardianship of the lost libraryand kept tender care for all of
these eons.
The crystal book had also foundits way here from other distant
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lands, but its keepers had notfound their way here yet, had
not found their way here yet.
After a few days of rest andlovely conversations, the time
came to leave.
More than a few tears were shedbetween the sycamore and the
library, and I rather say ourlibrary is more tree than not
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these days, but that's not a badthing at all.
What is important is that itwas cared for, and we owe a
great debt to the citizens ofthe Mirkwood Forest.
Our journey back to Elysiumtook much longer, but that is to
be expected when towing alibrary home.
There were only a handful ofaccidents.
I will say we may have toreplace Charon's boat and I
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don't think we can ever go backover the Acheron without being
hacked apart by the beasts there.
But what's done is done and allis right with the world again.
And so here we are speaking toyou, our dear Elysian neighbors,
from our great library hall,using this broadcast to relight
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the torches of learning andknowledge that have long been
extinguished.
You may also ask, Asteria, whyare you telling all of this via
a radio broadcast?
Why are you not using rhapsodos, those lovely singers of woven
words?
And there is that newspaperthing floating around on the
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living side of town.
Or you could always just have aman speak the this tale in the
Agora on your behalf, and tothat I say over my dead body
will I hand these stories overto anyone else, most especially
a man.
We citizens of Elysium mustadapt to modern ways, as much as
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some may protest.
Even the Underworld changeswith the times, albeit slowly,
but we do change.
Our town is half-living, as youknow, and so there is no good
reason to hang on to outdatedtraditions.
I have no interest in using aman who claims unearned
authority to dole out thesestories one by one and then
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claim credit for writing them.
You will only hear themstraight from the breath in my
lungs to your ears.
There will be no in between.
With this I am establishing thevery first Elysium radio station
, Elysium Public Radio, whichwill bring you stories from the
library and other news inElysium.
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Hearing the stories from awoman may feel odd to some of
you.
I do understand, but I ask youto keep an open mind.
I realize some of you, dearsouls, have been here much
longer than the others and thatyou may prefer the old ways, but
I hope you will give me achance.
If you must, maybe you canclose your eyes and pretend I am
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a large, hairy man whisperinggently in your ear.
Now I have a handful ofsupporters to thank for making
Elysium Public Radio possible.
One of our platinum patrons isthe Elysium Apple Festival
Committee and they have asked meto share the following the
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Elysium Apple Festival Boardinvites everyone out to the
golden fields for our annualIdunn Apple Festival.
We will have apple dunking,apple hunting, apple recipes,
fried apples, apple cider, applecider donuts, apple tea, apple
races and kettle corn.
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Our apples are guaranteed totake a minimum of 10 years off
of you, for when they come fromthe Orchards of Idunn they are
renowned for their age-reversingproperties.
The Idunn Apple Festival hasbeen voted the best apple
festival in the entireunderworld, so don't fall for
the false advertising of theGarden of Eden Festival.
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Come see what all the fuss isabout.
Bring a friend or bring anenemy.
Both are cool with us, as longas you bring your gold coins.
The Idunn Apple Festival willrun through the next full moon.
Don't miss out.
And that sounds lovely.
I will certainly be at thatfestival.
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And for our second platinumpatron, here's Crazy Nero's used
chariots.
Crazy Nero wants you to comevisit him at his pre-owned
chariot lot.
He has a new shipment in and hehas single chariots, double
chariots, family-sized chariotsand even emperor-sized chariots,
and he has anything from twowheels to four wheels, to spiked
wheels with gold rims.
All pre-owned chariots havepassed a multi-point inspection
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and for just two gold coins down, you can drive off with your
own wheels.
So come on down today.
Note, horses are not included.
Thank you, crazy Nero.
Who is bringing you the weather.
We sit at the cusp of DarkSpring.
Buds on the living side of townare rising up towards a golden
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sun.
The ground grows warmer witheach passing day and the
darkness grows shorter.
Snowdrops peak up through icyeyes and the trees are just
starting to open their eyes fromthe winter's sleep.
For today, breezes will be softand cool, but they'll take on a
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sharp-edged chill once the sungoes down.
Keep your long sleeves closedand have firewood chopped for
the overnight hours.
Here on the Underworld side oftown, the aurora borealis is
going strong overhead.
Shafts of green and purplelights sway as curtains and the
rivers will reflect it back asmirrors.
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The ravens will stay quiet fornow, but the owls are watching.
Near dawn, a light mist willdance through town.
Some of you may see a hint of arainbow.
There is the hint ofhoneysuckle on the wind and we
are all beginning to rememberthe wind.
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And we are all beginning toremember, and I cannot tell you
how glad I am that Dark Ppringis here.
Dark Spring is where we arehalf in winter and half in
spring, and we hold days of bothseasons and we sway back and
forth, rising up from thosewinter dreams.
New things rise, the riversrelease their offerings on the
shores and stories rise up inthe mist.
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I hope you all can take sometime and enjoy this lovely
liminal season.
Next I have an announcement fromthe Oracle, also known as Big
Midge.
Big Midge has abandoned theOracle's sacred cave and temple
complex due to ongoing water andmold issues.
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While this lovely building hasserved as a sacred space for
years, the upkeep is tooexpensive and she no longer
wants to live in a cave.
She says her bones are too oldand, quote fuck this shit.
Plus, she wants a garage forher motorcycle.
So, as of now, do not go to theOracle's temple.
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It's closed.
Big Midge has asked that youemail your questions to oracle
at asteriablackwellcom and shewill give me the answers to pass
along.
We will have the email addressin the show notes, you know good
for Big Midge.
I'm glad she's upgrading herspace.
Everyone deserves a nice placeto rest that doesn't have mold
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and spiders, and I for onereally like this new system for
the oracles.
It kind of reminds me of thatold Dear Abby column that I used
to read when I lived in theabove.
She was a lovely lady, so, onthat note, I have some oracles
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ready to pass along from BigMidge.
Oracle number one.
Big Midge, please help me.
I live next to someone who hasa fancy chariot and the alarm
keeps going off in the middle ofthe night and then they don't
turn it off.
It goes for hours and hourslike they can't hear it.
I've asked them multiple timesto disable the alarm, since they
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can't hear it anyway, andthey've refused.
Please help.
I haven't been able to get anysleep in weeks, sincerely
Sleepless on the HellespontParkway.
Dear Sleepless in theHellespont Parkway.
On behalf of everyone inElysium to the dumb shit who
can't sort out their chariotalarm, I foresee a visit to the
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healer if you do not get thatalarm fixed.
You know who you are, Dag theBard.
Oracle number two.
Dear Big Midge, what is themeaning of life?
Why are we here?
Why do we suffer and die andcome to Elysium to live out an
afterworld experience, just tobe reborn and do it all again.
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Sincerely, asking for everyone,dear, asking for everyone.
The answer is 42.
Oracle number three.
Dear sir or madam, I am PrinceTunde from Nigeria.
Your help would be veryappreciated.
I want to transfer all of myfortune outside if Nigeria due
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to frozen account.
If you could be so kind andtransfer small sum of $3,500 USD
to my account, I would be ableto unfreeze my account and
transfer my money outsideNigeria.
To repay for kindness, I willsend $1,000,000 USD to your
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account.
Please contact me to proceed,Dear Prince Tunde, try again.
Answer unclear.
Oracle number four dear BigMidge, every night I wake up to
the sounds of whispering, but Ilive alone.
This may sound crazy, but Ithink the tree outside my window
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is the one whispering and Idon't know what to do.
Sincerely, Haunted by a Tree.
Dear Haunted by a Tree, theghosts wait for you to be able
to hear them, so their storiescan take root in your soul and
rise up one by one, until thereis nothing in your heart except
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a forest of stories.
You will find yourself there, aruby-throated oracle with raven
wings, the one who will singinto life the memories of the
trees.
Oracle number five Dear BigMidge, I've lost my keys again.
Would you like to come over fordinner Friday evening and help
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me find them?
I'll make your favorite.
Brunhild.
Dear Brunhild, your keys are inthe pants in the dryer.
Can you like put a hook besideyour door?
This is the third time thisweek you've lost your keys.
Thank you, Big Midge, for youroracles.
Remember, send her yourqueries to oracle at
asteriablackwell.
com and she may grace you withan answer of some kind, which
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she says may be good or bad.
And be sure that you want toknow the answer before you ask,
because there are no refunds andshe is just the messenger.
Solid advice for us all, BigMidge.
The Generally Undead SupportGroup wants everyone to know
they will meet from 7 to 8 pm inthe basement of the Elysium
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Community Center every Tuesdayevening.
All souls who identify asvampire, strigoi, draugr,
mummies or otherwise undead arewelcome.
Coffee and snacks will beprovided and if anyone has any
announcements, please pass themalong so I can let everyone know
.
Anyone has any announcements?
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Please pass them along so I canlet everyone know.
Now, lovely shining souls, it istime for the heart of our
broadcast becoming reacquaintedwith our lost library.
A handful of you may rememberit from eons ago, but most,
including myself, do not.
The library is sentient, butwhat that means is, yes, it
holds scrolls and books, but italso holds lost stories and
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voices, the words of those whocannot or could not write down
their own, be they lost to time,colonization or patriarchy.
The words of the souls thatwere burned, killed or just
worked to death.
It holds the stories of thetrees, those that lived and
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those that got cut down.
It holds stories of ghosts andshades, of gods and queens long
forgotten.
It holds the songs of the starsand stones, of moss and
mushrooms.
It holds the stories of us all.
Our library is beautiful.
I hope one day you will comefor a visit and remember library
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cards are free to all.
It stands in its old home acrossfrom the Agora.
As you approach, the groundrises up and up and up, helping
you towards the doors.
A soft breeze caresses yourface in welcome.
The library may appear like anormal temple upon first glance.
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There are great columns ofmarble, yes, but as you draw
closer you realize half thecolumns are sycamore trunks, as
white and smooth as any marblecolumn.
Those sycamores stand as thecaryatids of ancient Greece did,
those immense statues of thepriestesses holding up the
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ceilings of the temples.
These sycamore priestesses formthe roof that protects the
stories of the world.
This is their life of service.
Those priestesses have archedtheir limbs out and up into a
vaulted cathedral ceiling astall and magnificent as any
Notre Dame or Rouen cathedralthat stands in the living world.
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Depending on the hour, you mayfind dappled sunlight filtering
down into the inner sanctum,down onto marble floors half
covered in mossy mounds fit forcurling up to read for hours.
I am sitting on one now.
In fact, this is the mostcomfortable moss I've ever sat
in, and I have sat in the mossof Asphodel Meadows.
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As the sun sleeps, theconstellations swirl overhead
the Via Galactica, the SilverRiver, the Milky Way shines as
Orion, the Pleiades andCassiopeia all swim by in
stately silence.
Moonflowers open and offer uptheir siren scent and the
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favored luna moss swim aroundthe persimmon trees.
The moss is soft to the touch.
It smells clean like the edgeof spring.
Off to the touch, it smellsclean like the edge of spring.
If you look closely at the mossrising up on the trunks that
hold up the roof, you can seetiny mushrooms no larger than a
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grain of rice.
There is nothing but peace inthis place.
The lanterns that hold the fireof knowledge have been relit
and crackle.
Endless rows of shelves arefilled with books, scrolls,
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tablets, and they radiate outfrom the center.
Once you enter and you lookdown each row, you'll see trees
interspersing the rows.
It is not only human storiesthat live here.
Ghosts and shades waitpatiently, holding on to their
memories with tight fingers.
Incense wafts here and there,sweet and a little sharp,
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clearing the mind and soul.
A moon-faced owl sits high inthe branches with sapphire blue
eyes, eyes that see old gods andold souls.
It holds the keys to anotherlost building still waiting to
be found.
The scrolls rustle on theirshelves, waiting A few books and
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papyri fly about.
Sometimes single scraps ofpaper flitter down from an
unknown space in the ceilingwith a few sentences or words.
There are piles of these scrapsall along the floor, like a
forest floor covered in autumnleaves.
As I speak this to you now, Ican hear the cicadas beginning
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their evening song and somewherein the far reaches of the
stacks a story is singing, butnot in any language I can
understand.
I am still finding new rooms andspaces.
I have yet to find my office,but the front desk is clean and
open for business.
There is a card catalog whichworks well for the newer books,
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but less so for the non-bookbooks and I am still sorting out
a better system for those.
I am happy to begin checkingout items immediately, and all
are welcome to come and sit andstudy or read, and for those who
do not have the privilege of aneducation, we will be offering
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reading lessons and I am happyto help anyone in this area.
These stories have waited longto be found and are eager to be
told.
I will do my best to honor them, this place and you for
supporting us in this endeavor.
This is our great lost Libraryof Elysium, home at last, the
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shining beacon of knowledge andlearning.
Twice a month we will bring youa story from the archives, so
be sure to join me as we explorethis magical world.
We, by which I mean me and thelibrary, are excited to share
these stories with you.
I welcome your feedback.
Please email me at asteria atasteriablackwell.
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com, which I will also have inthe written show notes, or stop
by the main circulation desk fora chat.
My name is Asteria Blackwelland you have been listening to
Stories from the Lost Library onElysium Public Radio.
This has been a production ofElysium Public Radio and Sandy
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Lynn Studio.
Our music is written andperformed by Scott Buckley.
Today's story was written andnarrated by Sandy Lynn.
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Greetings and welcome, dear citizens of
Elysium.
You are listening to ElysiumPublic Radio.
I am your host, AsteriaBlackwell, and this is Stories
from the Lost Library.
Now, before we begin, we alwaysstart with a warning, and yes,
I realize the irony, for in thegolden days we would always
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start with an honored prayer tothe muses for a memorable tale.
But in these modern times,warnings have replaced prayers
and our lawyers are insistent.
So take this warning as ouropening prayer.
This library, these stories,this missive, this community is
a safe and sacred space.
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Keep all swords, daggers,poison, ignorance and hate to
yourself, for they have no placehere.
We are all seeking peace andsoftness.
There will be no tolerance forhateful words and comments.
There will be no tolerance forhateful words and comments,
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general rudeness, patriarchaland colonialist attitudes and
those afflicted with thedisorder of having their mouth
be larger than their brains.
There is no guarantee everystory here will be a happy one.
In fact, some will be downrightawful, or the muses forbid
boring.
But what you consider boringand awful may not be to someone
else.
That is the nature ofstorytelling.
Not every story is for you.
I am High Priestess of thesehallowed halls.
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I am King of this space.
My word is law, and the law isthat all are welcome here, and I
truly mean all, every gender,every race, every background and
every inclination.
If you cannot abide by my laws,then please go roll in the mud
with the rest of the pigssomewhere else.
As for the rest of us, welcome.
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You were meant to find your wayhere.
Now, I know what you'rethinking.
You're thinking Asteria,"How can you tell stories from
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the Elysian library?
It's been lost for ages, eons,and I say, yes, yes, you're
correct, but I am thrilled toannounce that our lost library
has finally been found.
I, along with the line oflibrary priestesses who came
before me, have hunted in vainuntil now.
Yes, neighbors, you heard mecorrectly.
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The long, long search is over.
What many have claimed wasnothing more than a myth or a
figment of someone's dreams hasbeen located Now, as you will
recall from your unabridgedhistory of the Elysian Fields
that everyone receives uponsettling here, our magnificent
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library was dreamt into being byAthena herself.
Here in these verdant lands,Athena, the great goddess of
wisdom, stopped for a rest alongour golden shores when she came
in secret to visit her formerlover, Medusa the Gorgon.
Those poor dears.
They had such a terriblefalling out and the goddess did
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some very bad things and foundherself suddenly terribly sorry.
Now you must understand thatAthena prides herself on being
independent, always being incontrol and never showing
weakness of any kind.
But when those two broke it off, the great goddess may have
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lost her mind and done some veryunkind things that she could
not take back.
It's hard to be so alone asAthena had always been, to be so
alone as Athena had always been, and then suddenly find oneself
full of something as mundane asfeelings.
And well, it certainly had herout of sorts.
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Not that that is an excuse forwhat she did, but she is a child
of Zeus and sometimes thefather's personality comes
through.
Sometimes the father'spersonality comes through.
But as Athena wandered here inElysium searching for
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forgiveness that she did notknow how to ask for, she was
very much still out of sorts.
One evening she came across alovely olive tree and sat down
to rest.
As she stared up at the rovingstars, singing the ancient songs
of the world, she fell into adeep sleep there.
The apology she could not voicesprang up unbidden and into
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life as the most magnificentlibrary in any of the worlds,
living or dead.
It was a very Athena move.
The library came into beingcomplete with every book and
scroll and story known to havebeen written or spoken, and
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every story untold.
It housed forests of trees andcountless animals that held
tales of their own.
For the library was half treeand half marble, with snakes
carved in lentils and starsshining inside.
It was magnificently grandright from the beginning, a
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liminal sacred space.
Learners of all kinds, evenwomen, much to the dismay of the
men in the Agora, were welcomedimmediately into the hallowed
halls.
It is said that when the men inthe living world heard of it,
they grew jealous and began toconstruct
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Day by day, the library drewthose who worshipped the act of
learning.
Most of them dead, yes, but asurprisingly ambitious few
living ones as well, and theshelves grew and expanded with
each passing day.
No one could ever get anaccurate count of how far it
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stretched, for it kept doublingin size every few turns of the
moon.
The first librarian was afierce young lady named
Cassandra, who eventually justgave up and stopped trying to
quantify what could not bequantified.
For eons, the library served asa beacon of knowledge.
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It survived everything fromfire to plague and even a run-in
with a giant ark that washeddown across the Elysian Fields
after that ragtag group ofpagans angered their god again,
but the library survived untilthe great earthquake.
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In the hours of dawn on oneordinary Autumnlong day, a
massive earthquake shatteredElysium in two, with half of the
city forcibly pushed up intothe living world and the other
half sinking further down intothe shadowed realms of the
underworld.
Elysium changed forever.
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In that moment, the livingsouls who had settled above
suddenly found themselves in theUnderworld, and many of the
Underworld beings suddenlyrealized they could walk above
ground once more, and thousandsof people began to move back and
forth over the rubble as theypleased, without need of an
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escort into the underworld,without the trials of a journey
to the underworld, withoutsneaking by Cerberus and without
a passport.
In the ensuing chaos, rightafter the earthquake, the
priestess Daphne, who had becomepriestess after Cassandra,
realized that our library haddisappeared.
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Her diary says there was nodebris where the library stood,
but it was as if the entirebuilding had picked itself up
and run away.
Which, dear friends, is exactlywhat happened.
The library, in a moment ofuncharacteristic panic, picked
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itself up, ran away on its fuzzylittle owl legs and slipped
into a crack in the fabric ofspace-time and promptly got lost
.
And this loss has beenincredibly painful for the
citizens of this land to bear.
Yes, we have since built thefinest Amphitheater which holds
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wonderful performances of songsand tragedies, and yes, we've
built the largest Agora in allof the Underworld, but that's
been closed off just to membersof the Elysian Senate who, to
their detriment, are just men.
And some of you will alsomention the rather overstated
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buildings called churches foundon the living side of town,
which have been constructed bygroups of rather determined
Christian colonists.
But those men are in even worseshape than the ones who
frequent the Agora.
Those structures could nevercompare to the heart of Elysium,
which was now gone and we werethe poorer for it.
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Although I am certain the menof the Christian colonists and
the Elysian Senate will beg todiffer rather loudly, as they
usually do.
Now, every priestess of thelibrary has not broken nor
wavered.
In our search to locate it, wehave roamed endlessly, wading
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through muck and brush,whistling and calling, only to
hear silence or an occasionalrude epithet in return.
But, dear listeners, do youknow where our lost, misplaced
library found itself after itslipped through the cracks?
It wound up in the MirkwoodForest on the other side of
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Tartarus.
Wound up in the Mirkwood Foreston the other side of Tartarus.
It had a vague idea where itwas, but it was most certainly
lost and scared, the poor thing.
It had been there all of thistime.
A few years ago, while I wassearching through the forest
west of Valhalla which friendsis as rowdy as a place as you
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can imagine.
Which friends is as rowdy as aplace as you can imagine I did
try to stay out of the way there, but the music was so loud and
they had gym equipment and beerhorns spread everywhere.
It was a mess.
Anyway, one day, a lovely lunamoth, this beautiful pink and
green luminous, being landed onmy arm, her antennae waved and
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the moth floated around me.
And one does what one should dowhen such a guide appears, and
that is to follow them.
I became good friends with thatdear luna moth.
She would not tell me her name,for she said she was in a
witness protection program andhiding from an overzealous god.
So I just called her Luna, andshe was the most lovely
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traveling companion past theremains of Herculaneum, over the
River Styx, past that fetidswampland of the Acheron and the
cicada-filled Cocytus Rivers,through the remnants of the
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great city of Troy, pastTartarus and then, after a pause
in Atlantis, finally into theMirkwood Forest, where the
ghosts of the giant redwoodstower up through the living
world and brush the underside ofthe clouds.
It is a breathtaking place andI hope that everyone can visit
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at least once in their lives.
In the deepest part of theMirkwood Forest, we stumbled
upon a lake that was not markedon any map that we possessed,
either human or moth.
This lake was as wide as thesea, a still flat mirror, and
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the stars shone back onthemselves, dancing in secret
combinations.
Thousands of fireflies flashedfrom an overgrown island far out
in the middle of the water.
Like a stream of stars, theyflew across the still waters and
swirled around me and Luna anddirected us to a small boat made
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of bark.
I rowed us across those waterswith the fireflies lighting the
way, red gleaming eyes under thesurface of the water watched us
every moment and I was ratherglad to be on solid ground.
I would say that if you dovisit Markwood Forest, maybe
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just stick to the beaches.
But once we stepped on thisisland we began to hear voices,
and not a voice like I amspeaking to you now, but rather
a whisper, a rustle of leavespassing from one tree to another
.
The fireflies led us forward onand on until we reached a
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clearing.
There we found the mostmagnificent scene, illuminated
by a million fireflies.
It was our library, pale andhealthy and in deep conversation
, with a crystal book and alarge, ghostly white sycamore
tree.
The library recognized me atonce from my snake brooch, the
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sigil of the priestesses of thelibrary, and it was very glad to
have finally been found, beenfound.
We soon discovered that themagnificent Sycamore had taken
guardianship of the lost libraryand kept tender care for all of
these eons.
The crystal book had also foundits way here from other distant
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lands, but its keepers had notfound their way here yet, had
not found their way here yet.
After a few days of rest andlovely conversations, the time
came to leave.
More than a few tears were shedbetween the sycamore and the
library, and I rather say ourlibrary is more tree than not
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these days, but that's not a badthing at all.
What is important is that itwas cared for, and we owe a
great debt to the citizens ofthe Mirkwood Forest.
Our journey back to Elysiumtook much longer, but that is to
be expected when towing alibrary home.
There were only a handful ofaccidents.
I will say we may have toreplace Charon's boat and I
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don't think we can ever go backover the Acheron without being
hacked apart by the beasts there.
But what's done is done and allis right with the world again.
And so here we are speaking toyou, our dear Elysian neighbors,
from our great library hall,using this broadcast to relight
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the torches of learning andknowledge that have long been
extinguished.
You may also ask, Asteria, whyare you telling all of this via
a radio broadcast?
Why are you not using rhapsodos, those lovely singers of woven
words?
And there is that newspaperthing floating around on the
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living side of town.
Or you could always just have aman speak the this tale in the
Agora on your behalf, and tothat I say over my dead body
will I hand these stories overto anyone else, most especially
a man.
We citizens of Elysium mustadapt to modern ways, as much as
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some may protest.
Even the Underworld changeswith the times, albeit slowly,
but we do change.
Our town is half-living, as youknow, and so there is no good
reason to hang on to outdatedtraditions.
I have no interest in using aman who claims unearned
authority to dole out thesestories one by one and then
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claim credit for writing them.
You will only hear themstraight from the breath in my
lungs to your ears.
There will be no in between.
With this I am establishing thevery first Elysium radio station
, Elysium Public Radio, whichwill bring you stories from the
library and other news inElysium.
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Hearing the stories from awoman may feel odd to some of
you.
I do understand, but I ask youto keep an open mind.
I realize some of you, dearsouls, have been here much
longer than the others and thatyou may prefer the old ways, but
I hope you will give me achance.
If you must, maybe you canclose your eyes and pretend I am
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a large, hairy man whisperinggently in your ear.
Now I have a handful ofsupporters to thank for making
Elysium Public Radio possible.
One of our platinum patrons isthe Elysium Apple Festival
Committee and they have asked meto share the following the
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Elysium Apple Festival Boardinvites everyone out to the
golden fields for our annualIdunn Apple Festival.
We will have apple dunking,apple hunting, apple recipes,
fried apples, apple cider, applecider donuts, apple tea, apple
races and kettle corn.
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Our apples are guaranteed totake a minimum of 10 years off
of you, for when they come fromthe Orchards of Idunn they are
renowned for their age-reversingproperties.
The Idunn Apple Festival hasbeen voted the best apple
festival in the entireunderworld, so don't fall for
the false advertising of theGarden of Eden Festival.
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Come see what all the fuss isabout.
Bring a friend or bring anenemy.
Both are cool with us, as longas you bring your gold coins.
The Idunn Apple Festival willrun through the next full moon.
Don't miss out.
And that sounds lovely.
I will certainly be at thatfestival.
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And for our second platinumpatron, here's Crazy Nero's used
chariots.
Crazy Nero wants you to comevisit him at his pre-owned
chariot lot.
He has a new shipment in and hehas single chariots, double
chariots, family-sized chariotsand even emperor-sized chariots,
and he has anything from twowheels to four wheels, to spiked
wheels with gold rims.
All pre-owned chariots havepassed a multi-point inspection
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and for just two gold coins down, you can drive off with your
own wheels.
So come on down today.
Note, horses are not included.
Thank you, crazy Nero.
Who is bringing you the weather.
We sit at the cusp of DarkSpring.
Buds on the living side of townare rising up towards a golden
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sun.
The ground grows warmer witheach passing day and the
darkness grows shorter.
Snowdrops peak up through icyeyes and the trees are just
starting to open their eyes fromthe winter's sleep.
For today, breezes will be softand cool, but they'll take on a
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sharp-edged chill once the sungoes down.
Keep your long sleeves closedand have firewood chopped for
the overnight hours.
Here on the Underworld side oftown, the aurora borealis is
going strong overhead.
Shafts of green and purplelights sway as curtains and the
rivers will reflect it back asmirrors.
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The ravens will stay quiet fornow, but the owls are watching.
Near dawn, a light mist willdance through town.
Some of you may see a hint of arainbow.
There is the hint ofhoneysuckle on the wind and we
are all beginning to rememberthe wind.
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And we are all beginning toremember, and I cannot tell you
how glad I am that Dark Ppringis here.
Dark Spring is where we arehalf in winter and half in
spring, and we hold days of bothseasons and we sway back and
forth, rising up from thosewinter dreams.
New things rise, the riversrelease their offerings on the
shores and stories rise up inthe mist.
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I hope you all can take sometime and enjoy this lovely
liminal season.
Next I have an announcement fromthe Oracle, also known as Big
Midge.
Big Midge has abandoned theOracle's sacred cave and temple
complex due to ongoing water andmold issues.
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While this lovely building hasserved as a sacred space for
years, the upkeep is tooexpensive and she no longer
wants to live in a cave.
She says her bones are too oldand, quote fuck this shit.
Plus, she wants a garage forher motorcycle.
So, as of now, do not go to theOracle's temple.
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It's closed.
Big Midge has asked that youemail your questions to oracle
at asteriablackwellcom and shewill give me the answers to pass
along.
We will have the email addressin the show notes, you know good
for Big Midge.
I'm glad she's upgrading herspace.
Everyone deserves a nice placeto rest that doesn't have mold
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and spiders, and I for onereally like this new system for
the oracles.
It kind of reminds me of thatold Dear Abby column that I used
to read when I lived in theabove.
She was a lovely lady, so, onthat note, I have some oracles
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ready to pass along from BigMidge.
Oracle number one.
Big Midge, please help me.
I live next to someone who hasa fancy chariot and the alarm
keeps going off in the middle ofthe night and then they don't
turn it off.
It goes for hours and hourslike they can't hear it.
I've asked them multiple timesto disable the alarm, since they
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can't hear it anyway, andthey've refused.
Please help.
I haven't been able to get anysleep in weeks, sincerely
Sleepless on the HellespontParkway.
Dear Sleepless in theHellespont Parkway.
On behalf of everyone inElysium to the dumb shit who
can't sort out their chariotalarm, I foresee a visit to the
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healer if you do not get thatalarm fixed.
You know who you are, Dag theBard.
Oracle number two.
Dear Big Midge, what is themeaning of life?
Why are we here?
Why do we suffer and die andcome to Elysium to live out an
afterworld experience, just tobe reborn and do it all again.
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Sincerely, asking for everyone,dear, asking for everyone.
The answer is 42.
Oracle number three.
Dear sir or madam, I am PrinceTunde from Nigeria.
Your help would be veryappreciated.
I want to transfer all of myfortune outside if Nigeria due
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to frozen account.
If you could be so kind andtransfer small sum of $3,500 USD
to my account, I would be ableto unfreeze my account and
transfer my money outsideNigeria.
To repay for kindness, I willsend $1,000,000 USD to your
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account.
Please contact me to proceed,Dear Prince Tunde, try again.
Answer unclear.
Oracle number four dear BigMidge, every night I wake up to
the sounds of whispering, but Ilive alone.
This may sound crazy, but Ithink the tree outside my window
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is the one whispering and Idon't know what to do.
Sincerely, Haunted by a Tree.
Dear Haunted by a Tree, theghosts wait for you to be able
to hear them, so their storiescan take root in your soul and
rise up one by one, until thereis nothing in your heart except
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a forest of stories.
You will find yourself there, aruby-throated oracle with raven
wings, the one who will singinto life the memories of the
trees.
Oracle number five Dear BigMidge, I've lost my keys again.
Would you like to come over fordinner Friday evening and help
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me find them?
I'll make your favorite.
Brunhild.
Dear Brunhild, your keys are inthe pants in the dryer.
Can you like put a hook besideyour door?
This is the third time thisweek you've lost your keys.
Thank you, Big Midge, for youroracles.
Remember, send her yourqueries to oracle at
asteriablackwell.
com and she may grace you withan answer of some kind, which
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she says may be good or bad.
And be sure that you want toknow the answer before you ask,
because there are no refunds andshe is just the messenger.
Solid advice for us all, BigMidge.
The Generally Undead SupportGroup wants everyone to know
they will meet from 7 to 8 pm inthe basement of the Elysium
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Community Center every Tuesdayevening.
All souls who identify asvampire, strigoi, draugr,
mummies or otherwise undead arewelcome.
Coffee and snacks will beprovided and if anyone has any
announcements, please pass themalong so I can let everyone know
.
Anyone has any announcements?
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Please pass them along so I canlet everyone know.
Now, lovely shining souls, it istime for the heart of our
broadcast becoming reacquaintedwith our lost library.
A handful of you may rememberit from eons ago, but most,
including myself, do not.
The library is sentient, butwhat that means is, yes, it
holds scrolls and books, but italso holds lost stories and
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voices, the words of those whocannot or could not write down
their own, be they lost to time,colonization or patriarchy.
The words of the souls thatwere burned, killed or just
worked to death.
It holds the stories of thetrees, those that lived and
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those that got cut down.
It holds stories of ghosts andshades, of gods and queens long
forgotten.
It holds the songs of the starsand stones, of moss and
mushrooms.
It holds the stories of us all.
Our library is beautiful.
I hope one day you will comefor a visit and remember library
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cards are free to all.
It stands in its old home acrossfrom the Agora.
As you approach, the groundrises up and up and up, helping
you towards the doors.
A soft breeze caresses yourface in welcome.
The library may appear like anormal temple upon first glance.
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There are great columns ofmarble, yes, but as you draw
closer you realize half thecolumns are sycamore trunks, as
white and smooth as any marblecolumn.
Those sycamores stand as thecaryatids of ancient Greece did,
those immense statues of thepriestesses holding up the
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ceilings of the temples.
These sycamore priestesses formthe roof that protects the
stories of the world.
This is their life of service.
Those priestesses have archedtheir limbs out and up into a
vaulted cathedral ceiling astall and magnificent as any
Notre Dame or Rouen cathedralthat stands in the living world.
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Depending on the hour, you mayfind dappled sunlight filtering
down into the inner sanctum,down onto marble floors half
covered in mossy mounds fit forcurling up to read for hours.
I am sitting on one now.
In fact, this is the mostcomfortable moss I've ever sat
in, and I have sat in the mossof Asphodel Meadows.
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As the sun sleeps, theconstellations swirl overhead
the Via Galactica, the SilverRiver, the Milky Way shines as
Orion, the Pleiades andCassiopeia all swim by in
stately silence.
Moonflowers open and offer uptheir siren scent and the
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favored luna moss swim aroundthe persimmon trees.
The moss is soft to the touch.
It smells clean like the edgeof spring.
Off to the touch, it smellsclean like the edge of spring.
If you look closely at the mossrising up on the trunks that
hold up the roof, you can seetiny mushrooms no larger than a
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grain of rice.
There is nothing but peace inthis place.
The lanterns that hold the fireof knowledge have been relit
and crackle.
Endless rows of shelves arefilled with books, scrolls,
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tablets, and they radiate outfrom the center.
Once you enter and you lookdown each row, you'll see trees
interspersing the rows.
It is not only human storiesthat live here.
Ghosts and shades waitpatiently, holding on to their
memories with tight fingers.
Incense wafts here and there,sweet and a little sharp,
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clearing the mind and soul.
A moon-faced owl sits high inthe branches with sapphire blue
eyes, eyes that see old gods andold souls.
It holds the keys to anotherlost building still waiting to
be found.
The scrolls rustle on theirshelves, waiting A few books and
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papyri fly about.
Sometimes single scraps ofpaper flitter down from an
unknown space in the ceilingwith a few sentences or words.
There are piles of these scrapsall along the floor, like a
forest floor covered in autumnleaves.
As I speak this to you now, Ican hear the cicadas beginning
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their evening song and somewherein the far reaches of the
stacks a story is singing, butnot in any language I can
understand.
I am still finding new rooms andspaces.
I have yet to find my office,but the front desk is clean and
open for business.
There is a card catalog whichworks well for the newer books,
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but less so for the non-bookbooks and I am still sorting out
a better system for those.
I am happy to begin checkingout items immediately, and all
are welcome to come and sit andstudy or read, and for those who
do not have the privilege of aneducation, we will be offering
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reading lessons and I am happyto help anyone in this area.
These stories have waited longto be found and are eager to be
told.
I will do my best to honor them, this place and you for
supporting us in this endeavor.
This is our great lost Libraryof Elysium, home at last, the
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shining beacon of knowledge andlearning.
Twice a month we will bring youa story from the archives, so
be sure to join me as we explorethis magical world.
We, by which I mean me and thelibrary, are excited to share
these stories with you.
I welcome your feedback.
Please email me at asteria atasteriablackwell.
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com, which I will also have inthe written show notes, or stop
by the main circulation desk fora chat.
My name is Asteria Blackwelland you have been listening to
Stories from the Lost Library onElysium Public Radio.
This has been a production ofElysium Public Radio and Sandy
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Lynn Studio.
Our music is written andperformed by Scott Buckley.
Today's story was written andnarrated by Sandy Lynn.
Follow us on Instagram andTikTok under the handle Asteria
Blackwell For more informationon the show or to obtain a
library card for the LostLibrary of Elysium.
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In 1997, actress Kristin Davis’ life was forever changed when she took on the role of Charlotte York in Sex and the City. As we watched Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte navigate relationships in NYC, the show helped push once unacceptable conversation topics out of the shadows and altered the narrative around women and sex. We all saw ourselves in them as they searched for fulfillment in life, sex and friendships. Now, Kristin Davis wants to connect with you, the fans, and share untold stories and all the behind the scenes. Together, with Kristin and special guests, what will begin with Sex and the City will evolve into talks about themes that are still so relevant today. "Are you a Charlotte?" is much more than just rewatching this beloved show, it brings the past and the present together as we talk with heart, humor and of course some optimism.
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