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“I’m the unknown gardener my name is mentioned in the bible, but no one need honor me. 
Just a pauper, I was in the garden that day, but my only contribution to grace works was filthy 
rags.

Hearing a rumbling it seemed from deep inside the ground, I looked toward a tomb which had a 
huge stone place over it’s mouth. As I looked I saw a steady lighting flashing, so bright it 
dimmed my sight, emitting from the tomb around the rock’s edges.

The lighting stopped as suddenly as it had began, as once more I heard a scrubbing noise and 
saw two celestial beings in shining apparel, as they rolled the huge stone away from the mouth 
of the sepulcher. I was amazed, made weak in the knees, my countenance was overcome.

One of the celestial being said, “Fear not I am Michael, the archangel, I came to attend the 
Master. This day thou also hath somewhat to offer unto him.” I wondered, amazed within myself 
as I pondered in my feeble mind, ‘What on earth could a meager pauper have of worth to 
give!’

A beautiful being stepped forth from the tomb, such the like I have never before seen or after! 
When he spoke his voice was as the sound  of many waters, such as a gently rushing water 
fall. He said, “Behold I am the first, and the last, I was alive and was dead, and now I am alive 
for evermore. It is finished!”…The two angels, I saw no more.

“Thy name is called Ishmael, born after the flesh, I have heard thy afflictions. This day it 
behooves thee to be a signet necessity of my Father’s will, representing all of mankind,
 for their righteousness of concepts be as fifty rags. Give unto me thy clothes and I will 
cleans them for thy are metaphoric of the fleshly unrighteousness of all humankind.”

I gave him my clothes and I understood not, but I felt amazingly clean. He clothed
himself with my clothes and said, “Remember this day, for flesh will prophesy this truth in the 
last days. In an inspirational writing that I will give thee utterance to write. You will entitle 
it, ‘The Unknown Gardener’ then you will understand the signet!”

With this, He vanished from my presence. This same day has became know as Easter morning, the day of resurrection. 
And the fleshly concepts of sin as the casting off of filthy rags! My natural senses returned and I arose from the vision. 
I was astonished for seven days. At the end of which I wrote the understanding of the vision. This is what Easter means to me!
                               Selah!!

For and in Honor of Gwendolen Rix
And Contest: What Easter Means to me!
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