S.O.S. March 4, 2009

I fell off the ship

In the deep of the night,

And miraculously landed

On a rock

That appeared somewhere

Under and down below,

Raised up from the sea bed,

Just as I was about to hit

The dark inkwell of

Neverness.

 

I have been here,

Sitting.

No wings.

No brooms.

No nuts.

Going nuts,

Slowly.

 

I have been watching:

Big dragons breathing fire,

Romping and stomping

All over the land.

Their tails whipping up winds,

And their scales throwing embers;

Their glowing eyes like laser beams,

Sowing death and despair.

Birds dropping from the sky,

Animals fleeing but being ravaged

By the breath of the flames

 

Then:

Black Holes.

Nothing else

But tears

To water the land…

 

I have seen:

Clouds!

But it was only dust

From people

(People, like me)

Walking and running,

Fleeing or fighting.

Everything falling

but rain.

Only salt water all around me.

 

Butterflies came in the night.

Bright and white,

Softly landing on my eyes.

They covered the scenes

And whispered new thoughts:

Of Owl Island and magic,

Of green and growth,

Of love and thoughts,

Of wisdom and empathy

 

The butterflies lay eggs:

Small granules of hope

 

Some have been hatching

And started to spin a web:

Soft threads of kindness,

Strong bonds of courage

 

I am grasping for it now

And holding on.

Slowly weaving new fabric…

I am writing now

With a feather dropped

From the wing of Phoenix.

I dipped it into the inkwell surrounding me

And wrote it on a piece

of woven silk.

 

My message is simple:

Here I am.

Alone,

On my rock,

In the middle

Of Lemuria.

 

Catching the Mare January 20, 2009

I went down to the Caves of the Dream  Masters again today, to ask for a memento of this journey.  The way to their caves is steep indeed, with the steps carved out of the very edge of the mountain.  Descending into the valley where I found one entrance to their dwelling, I went into the Shadow Land of the depths below where the sun could reach, below where the wind could blow freshness into the surrounding darkness, on and on into the dampness where the smell of rotting leaves and stagnant water clung to me with sticky fingers.

The three of them met me at the entrance of the cave: Red Robe, Purple Robe and Yellow Robe.  Their pointy hats sat like penguins above their beady eyes, and they all had eerie smiles tucking at the corners of their mouths.  I wondered if they could see all the dreams that we encounter…would that not be enough to send any mortal to the Land of Eternal Madness?

We did not speak.  I produced a bag full of Lemurian Shekels, and it disappeared into the deep folds of cloth around their thin bodies.  They gave me my prize: A dream catcher  with perfectly symmetrical patterns weaved within the circle, and three feahers dangling from the bottom.  Two of the three turned away from me, and the other one shooed me out of the cave.

I made the lonely trek back to the top of these depths, to a spot where my walnut could beam me back to Vulcania safely.

I was extremely tired when I got back to my cabin.  I hung my dreamcatcher above my bed, and fell asleep almost immediately.

In-Sanity

Natural law is abandoned in this dark, stifling dream.

The Night Mare is saddled, no one hears me scream.

The Alp* is feeding ravenously on my constant pain:

Poking holes in my sanity through which my soul and spirit drain…

Helplessness spreading like toxin through every part of me,

Suffocating! Paralyzed! No way to ever break free!

But then –  The Alp is caught: Ranting and Tangled in the web

of the Guardian Catcher above my head….

I find my wings to escape:  Away

to the glorious start of the New Day.

 

*The Alp:  The rider of the “mara” (Old Norse term for the demon that causes bad dreams.) The Alp would sit on the victim’s chest to immobilize him/her, and cause pain, suffering and sometimes suffocation.  The word “night mare” is derived from the word “mara” –  the demon appearing at night.

Poem by Maryna, 2009

Through the Mirror Lake (and into the Tunnel…) January 13, 2009

 Into The Mirror Pond: A Journey of Self Discovery

 The sky and water seem to be on fire.  It is sunset, such a magical time of the day.  I used my walnut to beam directly to the Mirror Lake to undertake a journey of self discovery, similar to what  E and Gypsy told us about.  It is with a beating heart and some fear that I stand before the still water. 

 

I look into the crystal clear edge to see if I can find the shoes Gypsy saw, but there is nothing but pebbles in all the colours of a prism.  A small school of rainbow fish darts across, and somewhere a dragonfly lands softly on the surface, sending ripples to me like the soft sighs of a baby in its sleep.

Well, maybe nothing will happen here.  Perhaps I know all there is to know…

The ripples grow bigger and bigger.  “The dragonfly must have been one heavy insect!” I think, as I watch the waves, still growing bigger.  Suddenly one of the waves jumps out of the pond, and grabs my legs.  The cold fingers of the water send needles through my whole body, as the water now blankets me from head to toe.  I struggle to catch my breath, as I am sucked into the lake in a swirling mealstrohm of foam, spray and icy cold water…

The blue-green wave jumps out of the Lake and grabs me

Deeper and deeper into the lake, until it is dark blue all around me, and I am completely trapped  like an insect in a piece of amber.  I am almost out of breath.  Will this be the end of me?  I wave my arms around and kick wildly.  There is only the cold water around me, like a big jelly hand that holds me down and pushes me even deeper into the dark tunnel which has opened under me.

Finally, I start to fall, out of the water, and down into a black tunnel.  I gulp for air.  “Alice…” I think fleetingly, but there is nothing here to grab, no one to ask for help.  Still I am falling deeper and deeper into what feels like the Abyss.

Far below me I see a green spot, gleaming like a jade oval…or no, it is not an oval, it is more irregular, more like the feathery tops of ferns, moss and other plants.  I fall through a green arch, and land very softly onto the mossy floor.  I am in a cave!

Fairy Cave under the Mirror Lake

A voice speaks to me, but not from outside of me.  It bubbles up from inside, deep inside from the places that I hide beneath my own Mirror Lakes, the places that only I can see, the places where my dreams and memories live.  “My Child, you must sit.  You will not think of things to do.  You will not offer to help others.  You will not plan ahead.  You will only sit, and think, and dream.  Once you have done that long enough, you will produce a jewel of immeasurable value.  You will offer that jewel to the Mirror Lake, and it will return you to the surface.  Then, and only then, will you have mastered the maelstrohm that can so easily suck you into an Abyss.  Then, and only then, will you be free to live your life blessed with creativity.  Now, sit, and dream, my Child.”

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I sat there for a very long time, but it seemed such a short pleasure.  I went into the doors of my inner cave, and re-discovered old chests filled with golden moments.  I confronted some dark shadows, and lit little candles to take away the shadow.  I sat, and thought, and dreamt.  Finally, I returned from my inner journey, and found a glittering golden jewel at my feet.

 

Jewel created from my dreams and memories

I offered the jewel to the Mirror Lake, and was immediately back at the edge of the Lake where I started…

I wanted to linger longer, but the sun was rising and I had to hurry back to my cabin, to go and share my experience with Bug and Violetta-May (my lap dragon)…….or, just to go and dream a little more!

A Fairy without Wings… January 5, 2009

My first voyage at sea…I experience a sense of excitement mingled with fear and some small voice of hope… 

Previously I have always flown where I wanted.  My golden wings have been able to carry me over the rainbow, above the clouds, to lands and places no living mortal has ever encountered….unil now.  I have fallen in the worst possible way: I have fallen in love!  But even worse:  My love is  a mere mortal man!  When I told my mother, Talissa (Queen of the Faerie Folk), about this situation, she told me to go on a voyage of the heart, to see if I would be able to live amongst the mortals.  So I donned my beautiful spiderweb cape, to hide my wings and radiance, to become Earth bound… at least for this voyage. 

To console me I brought a bag full of treasures:

“My ball, my fan, my pot for tea.

A sparkly blue egg I found beside the Wisdom Tree.

My unicorn whistle, a pearly shell.

A poem to leave on a windowsill.

A bug, a box, a book, a wand.

A ship that will sail on a mirror pond.” (Fairy Dreams)

I also have some pictures of my previous image, worlds I have seen, my family and friends.  At this momentous occasion I am looking at how I looked before this day, and  I can’t help but wonder: Will this mortal man be worth it?

An image of me when I still had my wings...