Lost in misty, moss-green silence Seek her eyes in wild abandon Midnight tresses bind you * Huntress of the shadow land Talon-sharp her laughter Lost in misty, moss-green silence * Underneath the dark cascade Silken ripples drown you Seek her eyes in wild abandon * Cold within the eagle’s eyrie Velvet madness bleeds you dry […]
The journey so far hasn’t been without its dangers and difficulties. The desert, as I’ve previously stated, is filled with unfriendly entities. Illusions have dogged me (sorry Great One!) from the start. Doubts had chipped away at the foundation of my grand tour of the ancient Egyptian landscape. Well, desert at least. This journey is after all symbolic, an exploration of an archetype and god. One who is perhaps older than death. I now sound like the priesthood of old who proclaimed the supremacy of their deity above all others. Ye gods! As writers we create characters and landscapes, not on a potter’s wheel like Khnum but with words. Our creations are given the breath of life and the threads to weave stories and adventures. Their exploits engage our attention, or not. Regardless, they provoke a reaction from us.
Our experience in the Palace of Illusions has shaken me. There will be further tests, getting harder at each stage of the journey. My teacher can only take me to a certain point and then, we may never see each other again. What have I learnt so far? Always trust your intuition and gut instinct. There are more ways of seeing the world than through the physical eyes. There are more ways of existing in the world than in the vessel I call my body. The power of the mind and brain are beyond comprehension. Physical barriers can be transcended through right training and attitude. We can rearrange the atoms of life and matter, it can be done through consciousness only. The Universe operates in ways that we are only beginning to understand at this point of our evolution. Didn’t I learn that from all the centuries of study and practical work ? Death at an early age may have robbed me of my teacher’s tutelage, others soon took his place over the centuries. Sounds funny saying that out aloud, reincarnation. A concept that’s an integral part of many cultures and traditions. I learnt to be open-minded regarding many things. Only some of my memories are coming back, which is frustrating but I need to be patient. Fear has a way of opening doors that have remained locked for a long time. Continue reading
We walk for miles the next day, occasionally stopping to drink water. Dunes give way to scrub and a lone tree now and again. The air smells of moisture but there is no sign of an oasis nearby. There is nothing on the horizon, until the haze clears to reveal a large honey coloured stone building. It appears out of nowhere. Is this a mirage? There are a few people standing at the entrance. They’re gesturing and shouting. One individual runs out and starts waving his hands, what strange behaviour! Something is wrong. Very soon we can hear and then see a huge sandstorm approaching from behind us. We all manage to get inside just before the storm engulfs the building. Our hosts make us welcome and take us into the main courtyard. The plain exterior gives no indication of the splendour that’s waiting inside. Intricately carved woodwork, tiles that gleam like jewels adorn most of the courtyard, a central fountain provides welcome relief to the heat. As for the garden, plants line the circumference of this space. There’s enough light in here to enable them to survive and indeed flourish. Thick walls dampen the sound of the storm raging outside. We ask how long these storms last. The answer is “as long as he thinks necessary”. Seeing our puzzled faces someone quickly comments his brother means it’s in the hands of the gods. Continue reading