“There was no legend of Monk’s Cowl, so on Valentine’s day, I started crafting this story of how Monk’s Cowl came to be.”-Tranquilpen©In a time, in a land called Gondwanaland, 180 million years ago, there were two brothers Jurhan, Arndren and their young sister named Savanna, who were hard working people, who soon became very rich, and they built a palace of pure white marble which was much admired in the region but an old soothsayer woman, Ovatan, told them they needed to build a church but that it had to be a modest one. So they started building a towering cathedral which was visible for hundreds of miles around and was even more admired.One day, a mysterious old man,  told them, the cathedral needed a monk and a pitcher of “the water of life”, also, a branch of a tree which fragrantly perfumed flowers, was for eternal healing and beauty. The fragrance was called wild camphor, Tarchonanthus camphoratus. The younger brother, Arndren decided to become a monk and, clothed in a gray cassock and pulling his cowl over his head for protection against the cold mountain air, he set out on a quest after those objects.They asked the old man how they could know their brother would be safe on his journey, and the man gave them a knife: “As long as the blade was bright, he was well, but when it was bloody, evil had befallen him.” he replied and left.On his way, Arndren the monk met with a giant, living in a castle on a high ridge, who told him he had to walk along a steep rocky pathway, to the east, to a place called Dragon mountains.  The road went past giant rocks that would mock and taunt him; if he did not turn around, he could gain what he sought, but if he did, he would himself turn to stone.On his way to Dragon mountains, the stones taunted him so loudly, he became angry and turned to throw a rock at them, and Arndren was instantly turned to stone.Warned by the knife that something had happened, Jurhan, the older brother followed him and suffered the same fate.Empty pitcher in hand, their sister Savanna followed but never turned around when she was taunted by the rocks. At the top, of the mountain, she found a pool of crystal clear water, and the branch of a blossoming, fragrant smelling tree.  She took her pitcher and filled it to the brim but she was tired, and wanted to lie down to rest and accidentally, spilled a few drops, which immediately turned the nearby taunting rocks, who had all been people, back to life.She sprinkled the water on all the giant taunting rocks, restoring them to life.  Soon the water had run out and there was none left to return her brothers to life.  When she reached the spot where the pool of the water of life had stood, it had vanished.Deeply saddened by this, she returned to her home, where she planted the tree, and watered it daily and it grew.  Soon people from all around came to receive healing from its leaves.A prince named Marikus came to see the “fragrant tree of wonders” and fell in love with Savanna, he wanted to marry her in the cathedral her brothers and she had built, but alas, it too had turned to stone.CONTENTS IS THE PROPERTY OF Andre’ G Hartslief-Tranquilpen© 2017KEY TO NAMES:* GONDWANALAND  was a supercontinent which existed About 180 million years ago. The continent eventually split into landmasses we, today recognize as Africa, South America, Australia, Antarctica, the Indian subcontinent and the Arabian Peninsula.* CATHEDRAL PEAK is a nearby ridge resembling a cathedral.* MONK’S COWL, taking its name from the peak sandwiched between the towering Champagne Castle and Cathkin mountains, is part of the 260 000 ha Maloti-Drakensberg Park World Heritage Site and is the access point to the Mlambonja and Mdedelo Wilderness Area.With breathtaking vistas of s



Hello, my name is Andre’ Hartslief. I finally discovered, that man’s whole purpose in life, is not to do the right things in life or to be good, to be successful or famous. Our entire purpose in life is to express divinity through every one of us. How we do that, is by transforming ourselves completely, from an old state of existence to a new state and when we start removing those limitations. It is only, then, that the intelligence which gives us all life, namely, the source, begins to express itself unbridled through us.

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