We move back into the park passing past the Everton Lock-up (sometimes called Prince Rupert’s Tower on city maps) and return to the up left path we’ve been following and enter the Giant’s third-eye chakra. The pedestrian path up the hill ends at a round-about circle for drivers to turn around and head out from this popular parking spot at the top of Everton Brow. A fast moving car suddenly drives into view, careens around the small round about once, then a second time before heading away back the way it drove in.

     We stop for a while at the bottom of the third-eye socket bowl, climb back to the rim for a quick view down of the city, then continue north through the park. After passing the third-eye transformational grove (where the satellite dish was installed last August) we climb the last hill to the top of the park and the border with the crown chakra. We stop for a moment looking back down at the body of the Giant stretching out below. It is a bit foggy, soggy too - we are surrounded by a misty rain that envelops the Giant today. We can just make out the tower of the Anglican cathedral where we started in the root. It seems a long way off, yet possible to still feel even at this distance.

  We exit the park at Northumberland Terrace and Heyworth Road. As we head north towards the fire pit we see the two girls we saw earlier in the throat chakra (getting into the car with their parents). They are walking down the sidewalk past the Beacon school talking happily with two other girls. They are still dressed in the same fashion as before, though it looks like one girl now has on red rubber rain boots. I don’t remember her wearing these before - they seem quite out of step with the intended effect of the rest of the outfit. When her mother caught her at the bus stop, did she make the girl go home to put on the boots?

   Curious questions to ponder. We cross Netherfield Road North and enter the woodland trail at the stone gate at the corner with Hapton Street. This wild though still somewhat groomed trail skirts the playing fields of what the map calls the Lifestyles Everton Park Recreation Centre. There’s a better energy here now than when we first found this part of the path, it's not feeling as dangerous as it once did though it's certainly still not a night-time walking route. We soon come out and cross Conway Street. Continuing south we are now in the more wide open vistas of the third-eye.

   We soon turn west along the spacious promenade that comes all the way down Everton Brow from the steps at the top of the park. We arrive at the vast third-eye theatre space that is in front of the now quite dry fountain. This space still calls out for large scale puppets and epic stories - no reason why that couldn’t come about as the rent should be right. We go over to the back entrance to the Ecological Centre which is closed and locked as usual. Quite a sight to see all that “outside-ness” locked away behind a metal gate - looks like a dream of some unobtainable legendary land.

    The front gate on the other side of the large grounds is always locked too, though they have ads out saying that is open to the public on one day a week for one hour. Sallyann tells me of how she got them to open it up when she showed up at the appointed hour and found it locked up tight. Four or five other people had shown up as well. She called in and got them to commit to sending someone out to open the gate. When a key person finally did show up and hour and a half later she was the only one who had come back. It was a rather unsatisfactory visit as the person who was there with the key was just hovering around waiting for her to finish her visit.

    As we walk around the big brick back wall of the Ecological Centre we come across a young, twenty-ish guy playing with his dog. There is a set routine to their game which indicates it is a regular, even daily ritual. The dog, though not a large breed can really jump. He leaps up and down as the guy raises a large stick in the air just above what the dog could manage to reach despite his amazing efforts. The dog doesn’t bark and the guy doesn’t call out to him.The whole choreographed sequence of motions they do together seems to be part of a set physical workout regime for the guy, but for the dog there is an element of ecstacy involved in the sheer energy of the leaping.

    The guy and his dog go off home and we continue on past the front entrance of the Ecological Centre and eventually head south to Roscommon. We cross into the park beyond and pass past the playground and turn down the westward path that runs just north of the fence behind the school there. This is a curious, almost secret place, even slightly sinister in some  as yet unknown way. We finally exit with the path onto Iliad Street, walking past what used to be a school board resource centre but is now seemingly closed up and unused. We turn west on Prince Edwin for a block and then south onto Fox and into the throat.