The leaves of fall crunched beneath her bare feet as she walked with her arms outstretched allowing the twigs and branches of various bushes and shrubs to brush against her fingertips and naked body while she moved through the garden. The skies behind her were full of the hues of an early autumn sunset, while ahead of her lay darker and grayer skies. Every creature in the garden remained still and quiet as she passed them on her journey eastward. She knew this place, she felt at home in this place because this was the place where all of life originated. This was the birthplace of every being, the true Motherland. She stepped over fallen limbs and rotting trunks as she made her way through the Garden of Eden. She had to know if this terrible thing had really happened. In the visions that passed before her eyes she kept seeing the Tree of Life bleeding from a deep cut to its trunk. She kept seeing the wound run with blood and hearing the tree weep. She picked up the pace when she was able to look to the western skyline and see the tops of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil standing still against the horizon. She knew that seeing its large looming limbs stretched out against the western sky that she wasn't very far from where she needed to be. It was the biggest tree in the entire garden and it had to be for all the knowledge of the good and evil on earth that it contained within its fruit, leaves and the very bark of the tree's great structure.

She walked onward picking up her stride as she moved through the dry bushes of flowers, shrubs and tall plumes of grass. A fear grew within her that she might see the Tree dull of its color and bare of its fruit. It was the thought of the latter that caused her to begin running the rest of the way to the Tree's location. She ran through streams of clear cool water and eased her way through brambles of thorns that let her know how close she was to the small inner garden where the Tree lived. The closer she got to its location the louder its wails grew. The sound was like a million voices crying at once in all types of pitches and tones. The sound sent chills down her spine and a knot in her throat as the cries tore at her heart. She ran fast and hard through the thicket of overgrowth, as it had not been kept up since its gardeners had been banished, until she reached a small unruly hedgerow that lined the inner garden.

She stepped through the thick hedgerow to see two angels knelt at either side of the Tree facing it on both sides, with their heads bowed in a grief stricken prayer. Between them, the weeping Tree of Life shed its leaves in a steady rain and dropped its precious fruit to the ground beneath its large canopy. At the Tree of Life's trunk, a large gaping wound was cut diagonally across seeping the reddest blood she had ever seen. Upon seeing the damage with her own eyes, she felt a pain, a very sharp pain in her stomach. She gripped her stomach with her hands and felt her bandaging wrapped around her naked body. They were wet to the touch and the wound itself was painfully tender.

She fell to her knees before the Tree and gripped her stomach with both arms. The angels that knelt grieving at either side of the Tree stood, lifted their heads and turned to look upon her. They peered down on her and then looked past her as if they were watching someone or something coming forward into the inner garden. Inanna collapsed on to her side and lay there in fetal position. She could hear and feel the footsteps behind her. Whatever it was moving towards them shook the earth with each step. A shadow fell over her bare naked body as the presence stood over her at her back. She could see the faces of the angels turn up in recognition with the tracks of their tears still wet on their faces and then their heads bowed as they both lowered to one knee.

A male voice spoke in a whisper of the ancient language to the two angels and they rose. She felt the man behind her lower Him-self and place a warm hand on her shoulder as He spoke softly into her ear. "Inanna, it is time for you to rise my child. It is time to wake up."

He turned her head so that her eyes met His and blew the sweetest breath of wind into her lungs.