Pale Moon Rising

A golden moon is laying low on the night sky.  Circled by a halo of light it shines brightly on into the darkening sky.  Hanging as if on constant watch for those who move in the night its bright light is marred only by the dark clouds that dare to drift across its face.   A bird swoops near and shadows it wings across the evening light.  Landing ever so softly at an open window it peers inside.

The Seer has risen from his repose and is readying to walk among the dwellers of the Castle.  His mantle is a dark green tunic with a hood draped casually over his head.   Dark eyes peer into the fireplace where the evening fire is slowly sinking into the dark red embers of rest.  A belt of silver buckles circles his waist.  He reaches up to the red Stone of Life, draped around his shoulder by a chain of finely wrought gold, and grasps it tightly in his hand.  "Where will you take me tonight." he says softly.

Moving silently on soft leather boots he crosses the floor.  Without touching, the door swings open to allow the Seer to pass and then closes softly at his departure.   Gliding ever so easily down  the path from his humble abode the Seer seems to be floating among the shadows, silent, graceful and quickly as a night hawk.  His cloak billows out as the wings of the hawk and he follows the unknown though the night.

The path leads to a silent meadow bathed in the green grass the color of the unicorns home.  Not one of the magical creatures are stirring this night yet they are all keenly aware of the Seers approach.  The silvery blue blood of each of the unicorns flows with heat and passion at this rare but welcome visit.  Moving with a destination firmly in mind the Seer darts quickly to a lady who is in nervous repose.   Trying to sleep is difficult at best.  Events to unfold are in her mind and she is living the future over and over again in her mind.  Will all be well?   Did I forget anything?  Is happiness mine?

The Seer moves close and stands near the almost asleep lady.  Reaching down with one hand he gently touches her brow while holding the Stone of Life tightly in the other hand.   Not feeling the touch, but smiling because of it, the lady smiles softly.  The red stone glows brightly as he melds his thoughts with hers, thinking, "Happiness is in the sharing and the joining of souls.  Look to the tomorrows and do not dwell on the today.  Forget the past and live only for each other and happiness will be yours.   Give of yourself so the other may live while they give for you as well.  The true meaning of love is to be one with each other for all time and in all  ways.   But always be as you are today for that is who he will always love."

With those thoughts the lady sighs deeply and her smile broadens.  The Seer silently backs away from the lady and takes his leave.  A feeling of great happiness fills his thoughts as he returns from whence he came.  He thinks, "T'morrow is always the mystery but becomes the treasure when it is at hand."  The pale moon lights his way as he passes back through time to once again rest until his next journey.

Castle of Dreams is Born

A hushed silence falls upon the still night. With the pale moon dropping over the horizon the velvet black of the night sky makes the silvery blinking stars brighten. Out of the shadows moves an even more silent figure. Clad in robes, dark as the night, hood drawn up to hide all facial features, the figure seems to glide on a cushion of air. No footsteps are heard and no footprints are left to mark the passing along the path. A sudden chill cools the night air as the figure passes near.

Through the night, moving on, seemingly guided by some strange and mysterious calling, headed directly for a dim light in the distance, the destination is easily seen. Off in the near distance upon a hillside is a Castle built at its crest. A blue mist surrounds the soaring turrets and a soft glow of torch light is the destinations mark. A small cottage lies at the foot of the hill and a candle light is burning in the window.

The figure approaches the window silently and looks between the opening in the drapes. Seated at a desk is a small lady busily at work. It is late at night yet her toil continues. Little bits and pieces of jeweled stone, wooden slats, paper, cloth and other materials are strewn all about in carefully stacked piles. The lady's small and delicate hands move one piece of material close to another and she compares their appearance. Shaking her head she tries another combination, then another, until finally she nods and smiles.

 Happy in her contentment at finding just the right combination she sets her mind to continue the task.  Busily at her work she does not sense or see the figure outside watching intently. The light from the
window shines onto the cloaked and hooded figure to show it is the Seer watching in silence. As the Seer continues to observe he sees a beautiful frame emerge from the scraps of materials manipulated so deftly by the diminutive lady. As the Seer smiles at the beauty of her creation, the lady also beams with pride and smiles brightly.

Time seems to stand still as the Seer watches in silence. Busily sorting through a stack of pictures she looks for just the right scene to place in the frame. With a sudden flurry of excitement a perfect picture dances into her hands. Examining the pictures colors and contents very carefully you can almost feel the contentment flow though her. The picture will be perfect and the frame will be perfect. They will be a pair. It is of the Castle on the hilltop.

The picture easily fits into the frame and Our Castle of Dreams is born.

Laying the framed picture aside the lady yawns and stretches. The Seer senses the weariness in the lovely lady and moves back away from the window slightly. Grasping the red Stone of Life in his hand he closes his eyes while the stone glows softly, radiating out to surround the Seer's hand. With a breath of air the Seer wills the red glow, unseen, through the window to the lady. As the glow touches her hair, energy and a sense of joy flows to her in thanks for the created treat the Seer has just seen.

As the lady moves off to take her rest for the night the Seer moves away and slowly retreats back whence he had come. Knowing that all is well he smiles to himself glad to have made the journey for such a wonderful treat. Marking this visit well, the Seer decides to visit again.
 

Light in the Darkness

Silence falls softly across the floor of the darkened hut. All the little creatures that call the warmth of the fireplace home draw within themselves, alert to all the tension brought on by the new silence.

The Seer stirs in his high backed chair. The Stone of Mysteries and Secrets rests upon his chest with a dim red glow. Very faintly the golden chain holding the stone rasps against the silver clasps holding his leather shirt together as his chest rises and falls with his breathing. Slowly his eyes open and he looks to the fireplace. Nodding once the dim spark in the hearth springs to life and flames begin to flicker at the logs in place. At first flames are very faint and then steadily grow. At the start yellow and growing up red tipped and spouting shoots of blue. The warmth spreads through the hut like the sun rising on a cool morning.

After a moment the Seer stirs and rises from his chair. A quick splash of cool water on his face and he is awake wondering at the call from his rest. Looking into the mirror he sees his reflection. A slightly browned face rimmed with silver white hair and a beard of white. There is curiosity pressing wrinkles into his brow and at the corner of his eyes. The stone glows a bit brighter red and he answers its call once more.

Quick strong strides across the room to the closet and he selects a long flowing purple robe. Its folds caress his shoulders as he swings it into place, draping it evenly and fastening the golden buckle at his throat. With a shrug of his shoulders the hood leaps into place and shadows his features as a blackbird in the night. Moving to the door he stops and looks around the room. The ever present owl blinks slowly and nods in acknowledgement of his new role as guardian while the Seer is away. The field mice scurry nearer to the fire to stay warm while the black cat jumps into the now vacant chair as though knowing it must be kept warm. The fire dies to a lower flame and the hut is awash in peace and serenity. Turning and sweeping out the door he is being led by the stone once again.

As he walks silently across the meadow a path appears. To anyone who might have seen they would be amazed for the path is only one stride ahead of the Seer. As he passes that point the path grows forward and disappears from whence he had come. Head down with the hood shielding his features he continues on through the night. Wisps of clouds streak across the moonlit sky with silver pin pricks of light scattered in the blackness of the sky. The grass of the meadow is ruffled with a slight breeze and rustles every so quietly.

In the distance appears a light in the darkness. The path seems to wander directly in toward the light. The Seer smiles knowingly. As he nears the light he sees that it is in truth his destination for he had seen it in his thoughts before he left the hut. A golden light is spilling out the windows and the door. Smeared across the porch the light falls upon chairs set out to welcome visitors and to comfort the weary traveler. A garden swing is hung by chains at the far end of the porch. The white clabbered walls of the cabin are unpainted yet do not appear to need attention. The pillars that support the roof of the porch are strong and secure.

As the Seer approaches his countenance begins to change. His robes become the same color as the golden glow. He blends into the night brightness and is suddenly there but not there and not seen. Reaching down he clutches the Stone of Mysteries and Secrets. The golden glow of the cabin spreads out into the front yard and lights the path on which he stands. The Stone beckons and calls.

A lady steps out of the doorway and onto the porch. Looking around she seems to sense that she too is being called. Her face glows and a smile of happiness spreads across her face. Looking up to the heavens she mouths her favorite words, "Star light, star bright." Her eyes close and she secrets a wish upon the first star she saw this night. Walking over to the swing she sits upon the swing and lets it glide back and forth. Each squeak of the chains in their hooks is like the chirp of a bird and brings a gentle thought of her children and grandchildren to mind for this swing seems to be their favorite place to sit when they visit.

The Seer silently absorbs the scene and bathes in the happiness he sees in the lady. Illness and fears are behind his new found gem of a lady. She is proud to be serene in her resolve to live life to the fullest and to enjoy each moment. She knows in her heart that the real pleasures of this world are family and friends.

With serenity in his heart the Seer turns and walks from the cabin of joy and lady filled with love and happiness. Stopping a short distance away he can not help but turn and look once again. Stars in the sky are twinkling. The golden light is basking the lady in its riches. Smiling the Seer grasps his Stone of Mysteries and Secrets and feels its warm glow in his hand. He knows he has seen the lady because the Stone wanted him to see and feel her real happiness.

Tracing his steps back to his hut he is led by the golden light, this time lighting his path as before, just one step ahead and dimming to nothing as he passes. He now knows that everyone may always find the light whenever seeing the darkness, for the light comes from peace, love and joy.

The Seer moves on in silence.

A pale moon sits motionless in the low sky blackness.  Breezes stir the trees and the tall grasses wave along with the magic of the night.  The Seer is restless and eager to roam once more.

Face shrouded in shadow from the sweeping hood of his cloak he moves silently through the moon lit passages of time.  The final destination of his journey is a place of feeling and caring that is beaming a beckoning call.  Pulling at his steps through the Red Stone of Life his strides lengthen and quicken.  A sudden glow of light comes from a near hill top.

Slowing his pace he begins to blend easily into the shadows of the night.  Unseen and unheard he approaches a fair maiden sitting in the moon light.  Head bowed she is gazing at her writings.  A smile of satisfaction graces her face.  Even in the dim light of the moon the joy of discovery is in her eyes.  Quickly she bends and sets quill to paper and writes slowly and deliberately with strong stokes of honest belief.

"Loving yourself is actually learning how to and doing all the little things that keep ones body, mind and soul working together as God intended us to do, when we were created. Not one of these or even a combination of two will do. You must care for, discipline, and feed all three of these human features."

Seeing these words The Seer wishes to know more of this shining soul.  As he touches the Red Stone of Life he finds he can immerse himself in her being.  At first he finds a very troubled past.  Confusion and lost time filled the younger years until a sudden realization appeared that the life style she was living was a dead end path.  Looking into her true thoughts The Seer found her own words that described her long ago thoughts about her life.  "I see is within myself, when I was addicted to drugs, I believed I was one of the weakest people I had ever met. I was a complete mess, cried at the drop of a dime, lost my temper if someone looked at me the wrong way and I ran away from any sign of confrontation.  This was all due to my fear of pain. I found myself to be very weak and shallow."

Looking even deeper into the thoughts of this lady of the hill top he now sees a completely new soul.  He sees that today, after being clean for over twenty years, she cries only when it truly hurts. Very seldom will she loose her temper and will smile and pray when someone looks at me the wrong way.  Not a shy person she stands up for her and other people's rights on a daily basis. She finally realized that if she want to be respected then she had to learn to respect others and herself. She has disciplined her thoughts, which in turn, lead her to Self Love, and love for all God has created.

Smiling inward The Seer moves away to leave the lady in her peace.  But final words he carries away with him to cherish and pass on to a troubled soul so that they too may find the inner peace he has found this night.

"Self Love and becoming as strong physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually as we are able is true human strength."

The Seer moves on in silence.

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