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Book of Words
As the darkness was leading the way. I woke to find myself in a coach.
Driven by Ancient Silver Wolves who come from the worlds of Myth.
Those worlds are somewhere far far away in the timeless memory of the unknown.
They are magical creatures whose instincts remind us of our own animal self sometimes.
They are guides of the goddess and signify the need for the heard.
The immortal hunger to follow the Moon Mother...
Moon, as their mother, is the womb.
To Her they howl, and their howl is one of unfullfilled longing.
When I listen to their haunted voices, I hear a wild uncontroled cry for freedom.
Their cry is a cry for Life. A cry for the wild somewhere deep.
Deeper than the forest, deeper than the waters.
It is a feast of Fire, A quest for Love.
Moon looks down and smiles. She throws her pearls into the lake which the Silver Wolves drink from.
I can see their reflection in the water. Their magnificence shines from their iced eyes as they hold up
their heads to pause and look acrosss the horizon.
I see them, allthough I pretend not to, as I am so called sleeping.
Then the ceremony begins as the largest of Wolves lays back its head and starts howling.
Such a pure, unique sound, so compelling, so intense.
The wolf plays its internal string instrument, its howling haunted instrument, higher, higher...
One by one, the other three wolves join in untill a symphony is made of sacred sounds.
Then Mother Moon speaks...."My greetings, My Silver Ones..."
Her voice is dark and slow, it seems to come from the water.
..."What did you bring me...?" She whispers.
The leading wolf steps up to the coach where I lay in.
With its teeth, the wolf lowers the thick woolen blanket, then turns its head to face Moon again...
Suddenly, the water is set in motion as Moon starts to speak....
..."It is She. " Says Moon..."Earthen, My empress..."
I feel how a gentle hand strokes my face. When I look at the lake I see Moon reflected.
Her face is old and lined. Her hair is white and touches the water.
She has a smile so warm that I can feel it land on my cheek like the soft kiss of a mother.
..."My Crown of Knowledge..." She says while a thin rain falls on my face.
A few drops hang like honey on my lips.
In her nightly beauty, Moon stands at the foot of the coach.
Her eyes shine like crystals as she smiles and puts back the blanket asif she would tuck in a child.
..."Go and be a Wisdom Woman..." She whispers, Her hand waves farewell...
When I look at the lake, Her image is swept. Only the blue of the lake is there.
I see myself reflected. A child, with dark eyes and a layer of thin light blond hair.
The Silver Wolves howl once more.
Then the coach is set in motion, moving fast forward.
Over mountains, through valleys, we go, and the journey has began, to begin.
..."Where are we going...?" I ask my sleep.
Dream does not come. Only awake.
I am shaken by the speed of the coach. I clutch at my blanket.
..."Where are we going...?" I ask the night...Night does not hear.
Night does not catch up with the speed of the coach.It seems to fly above and inbetween light and dark.
..."Where are we going..."? I ask myself.
And somewhere, something or someone seems to speak the word..."Home..."
..."Home...I say to myself...
..."Home...The voices repeat.
The voices seem to be humming gently. They jump through the air and surround me as the coach stops.
It is the darkest of night now. The Silver Wolves have left me.
They are laying in the high grass resting. Reflecting on what is ahead.
They are present but absent, aware but still....
As I lay awake, I see light in the firnament of sky.
I see their colors change as they flicker, shimmer, dance...
..."Stars are we..." They sing..."On our way, on our way..."
They intensify and fade, playing their game of light and of dark for me.
..."Do you know your way...?" I ask
..."Do you know your way...?" They repeat, the words echo in the dark.
...I know what i know..." I answer them
..."Know..." They repeat..."To know..."
..."Why do you repeat everything?"...I ask them.
..."Because we are part of the universe, the great mirror of refelction..." They answer.
..."Dark is light..." They sing..."Stars are we..."
A rider on a white horse appears, dressed in black, his cloak I hold onto as I mount the horse.
His dark hair falls over his shoulders, we seem to loose all sense of gravity.
A cold feeling fills me, my heart beats heavy and fast...
..."I am wind!.." He cries..."Follow me...!"
The grounds underneath have vanished, so has the rider.
It is only I who ride the horse now, holding on to its darkbrown manes as its gallop increases.
I scream.....
Until I awake from my dreaming
Then, there is a wonderful light that glows and grows.
It seems to come towards me, all radiant and bright.
When it comes close I see the contours of a man
First thing I notice is his fierce pressence.
He has a delicate face that shows nothing of age. His eyes are hazel, his nose is long and curved.
He comes towards me holding out his arms asif in embrace.
I run into him,...."Earthen...!...He shouts in joy....Earthen, my dear dear child..."
...Father..." I whisper, almost speachless....
"Oh, call me Sol, my child, call me by my name..." He says as I follow his step.
He leads me into his castle.
Through hollow halls we walk with undifined smells, of wax, of food, of pipe tobacco.
Of things in a world of castle. A door suddenly opens as he leads me through it and into his chaimbers.
We talk, he talks to me like I was a lady. A lady of grace and of knowledge, that one day, some day,
I shall be, he says....
I smile whenever I think of him and keep his image intact as he never seems to age.
Father time told me that he is of Always as i am of Ever, this, so they say shall last.
Sol says the light is within me. He says the light is spung from essential being which holds both Life and Love.
The light is awareness spung from the Great Cauldron of exsistance.
There, once, the Great spirits of the Ancient lived, allthough they still linger,yes, they still linger.
..."My light is with you..." Said Sol as we passed our goodbyes.
..."MyThe daylight came.
After they drank from the Secret Waters, the Silver Wolves returned to their duties.
Their task is to guide me, their forces protect.
..."Run...!" Cried the leading wolf.
And off we went, as they ran, off we went.
Into another day..... light IS you..." I said.
Gone, was he, but I see a faint sun crawl up from behind the mountains...
