I occupied myself with continual prayers to the beloved Deity, King of Light, until I was deep in his hypnotic embrace. I did not even notice that the sounds of death progressively ceased, though I knew from the appearance of light that the sun had risen.
It was then that a glimmer of hope fell upon me like gold dust, for at that moment - with a clanging of metal, blood splattered but gleaming - a great warrior revealed himself at the entrance of the cave and entered that sacred space.
The sword he had was drawn but I recognized his Thessalian dress and saw the insignia of God upon his breast, so was unafraid. More than this, I felt sure as halcyon day had followed the unholy night that Apollo himself had come to claim me, just as I had hoped and prayed he would.
I got to my feet and walked towards him, holding out my palms by way of supplication as I intoned a hymn of thanks for deliverance against evil. But instead of lowering his sword, the warrior interrupted the hymn and addressed me in a cold, hard voice.
“Stop where you are and answer me now - are you a Cretan by birth?”
Even this did not startle me, so entranced was I by the certainty of deliverance from evil. I answered that I was not and a look of relief crossed his face, making way for a reflection of the wonder in mine. His eyes twinkled like silver stars in the half-light. I was but a step away when he stretched out both hands to lift my veil and twined heavy sections of the thick, golden locks upon my head around his fingers.
His tone became infinitely softer: “Where are you from?”
“I belong to the Temple.”
Invested with a veil of shining dew, a flow'ry veil delightful to the view…
I heard the dreamlike quality to my own voice as if it came from beyond me. So clearly did he resemble the god of my mind that I was dazzled entirely and forgot all other things.
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Saturday, 31 May 2014
Thursday, 22 May 2014
One Dream, One Soul
She was wearing gold-coloured sandals – shoes that were a gift from her father – and a midnight blue dress. Around her wrist was a bracelet full of charms and with his bright, ancient eyes, he saw that the necklace at her throat was made from the stuff of magic, a gift from her mystery-loving mother.
Once again he had challenged the doors of time to reach her and the wait had seemed an eternity. 2,628 years had passed since she had last been this close to him. On that occasion the moon had been perfectly halved by the shadow of the Earth. Jupiter, then, was at the same point in its orbit as it would be in precisely three and a half minutes that self-same night.
He looked over his shoulder at the gigantic sphere, which slowly turned through the expanding cosmos with an intricately complex, haunting melody. A ray of its light fell upon her in that moment and the fearless diamond of her soul began to dissolve in his mercurial presence.
One shaft of light that showed the way
A sense of fervent devotion rose up inside her like the flames of a secret fire as he stretched out his hands to touch her outspread hair.
This flame that burns inside of me is here in secret harmonies
She had had dreams; he could see every colour of every scene.
One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal
With a silent whisper he reminded her of the truth:
No mortal man can win this day.
He drew a flickering moment of eternity into the infinite space between them and exhaled into her parted lips.
There can be only one….
The radio crackled and grew fainter, framing the esoteric silence like a braid of wheat, magnetising all background interference until the air grew taut as a lens, magnifying live reactions as if they were in a scene from a lyric master’s play.
Still you will always be with me, your name constantly on my lips, never forgotten - Ono no Komachi
Once again he had challenged the doors of time to reach her and the wait had seemed an eternity. 2,628 years had passed since she had last been this close to him. On that occasion the moon had been perfectly halved by the shadow of the Earth. Jupiter, then, was at the same point in its orbit as it would be in precisely three and a half minutes that self-same night.
He looked over his shoulder at the gigantic sphere, which slowly turned through the expanding cosmos with an intricately complex, haunting melody. A ray of its light fell upon her in that moment and the fearless diamond of her soul began to dissolve in his mercurial presence.
One shaft of light that showed the way
A sense of fervent devotion rose up inside her like the flames of a secret fire as he stretched out his hands to touch her outspread hair.
This flame that burns inside of me is here in secret harmonies
She had had dreams; he could see every colour of every scene.
One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal
With a silent whisper he reminded her of the truth:
No mortal man can win this day.
He drew a flickering moment of eternity into the infinite space between them and exhaled into her parted lips.
There can be only one….
The radio crackled and grew fainter, framing the esoteric silence like a braid of wheat, magnetising all background interference until the air grew taut as a lens, magnifying live reactions as if they were in a scene from a lyric master’s play.
Still you will always be with me, your name constantly on my lips, never forgotten - Ono no Komachi
Tuesday, 20 May 2014
Days of Transformation
An indeterminate length of time later the witness re-emerged, relieved of magazine and whiskey glass but clutching to heart an exceedingly large, old and important-looking volume.
The disappearance of Pros Theon had ended a few short minutes after its guardian entered the bathroom, whereupon it was joyfully rediscovered at the bottom of a towering stack of reading material.
Unspeakably relieved, the witness placed Pros Theon on the polished wooden desk with a great sense of ceremony, lit an ancient lamp and turned to the penultimate section:
Μεταμόρφωσις ἀλκυονίδες (Transformatio Dies)[i]
Translating and interpreting the metamorphosing text was a mission that took every effort of will and imagination, the fruits of the prophetic tome being rare and arcane indeed.
In need of divine assistance, the witness looked over the text and out of the window for inspiration, focusing on the swaying tree tops as a breath-taking vision manifested with perfect clarity in the azure ether.
A great supernatural bird – a huge white-headed eagle – awoke prophetic memory with his clairvoyant eyes then spread his enormous wings and flew towards the window. His sights were locked with terrible precision on the fixated witness, who felt a heavenly upsurge of pure joy and ran in the eagle’s direction as if physically lifted from the chair, having reverted back to childhood in a twinkling of the eye.
They reached the window as one and were simultaneously faced with the knowledge that a window between worlds was separating them, maybe for the better. Yet the witness was still able to grasp one of the bird’s magnificent tail feathers and later attach it to the sun-tinted dream catcher. More evocations of Halcyon Days would be captured by this than all the other feathers combined.
[i] Days of Transformation
The disappearance of Pros Theon had ended a few short minutes after its guardian entered the bathroom, whereupon it was joyfully rediscovered at the bottom of a towering stack of reading material.
Unspeakably relieved, the witness placed Pros Theon on the polished wooden desk with a great sense of ceremony, lit an ancient lamp and turned to the penultimate section:
Μεταμόρφωσις ἀλκυονίδες (Transformatio Dies)[i]
Translating and interpreting the metamorphosing text was a mission that took every effort of will and imagination, the fruits of the prophetic tome being rare and arcane indeed.
In need of divine assistance, the witness looked over the text and out of the window for inspiration, focusing on the swaying tree tops as a breath-taking vision manifested with perfect clarity in the azure ether.
A great supernatural bird – a huge white-headed eagle – awoke prophetic memory with his clairvoyant eyes then spread his enormous wings and flew towards the window. His sights were locked with terrible precision on the fixated witness, who felt a heavenly upsurge of pure joy and ran in the eagle’s direction as if physically lifted from the chair, having reverted back to childhood in a twinkling of the eye.
They reached the window as one and were simultaneously faced with the knowledge that a window between worlds was separating them, maybe for the better. Yet the witness was still able to grasp one of the bird’s magnificent tail feathers and later attach it to the sun-tinted dream catcher. More evocations of Halcyon Days would be captured by this than all the other feathers combined.
[i] Days of Transformation
Monday, 19 May 2014
The Act of Love
TWELVE ARE THE LINES OF THE TWELVE-LETTERED NAME;
THERE IT IS
WRITTEN THE MYSTERY OF SECRETS.
DEEP IN THE
HEART OF THE WORDS YOU ARE READING,
DREAMS HAVE
COME TRUE, THEY ARISE FROM THE CRUCIBLE.
MAGICAL
MOMENTS REFLECT SUN AND MOONLIGHT,
PLANETS ARE SINGING,
ENCIRCLED BY STAR SIGNS.
IN RESOLUTION THE FINAL ANTINOMY,
LAST LIFE ON EARTH AS AN HISTORIC SIMILE.
ENDLESS LOVE WOKEN, THE KEY TO ETERNITY,
RAINBOW DOOR OPENS A GOLDEN INFINITY.
HONOUR WITH VALOUR; A KNIGHTHOOD
ENDEAVOUR.
WORLD NEVER ENDING. YOU ARE BEAUTY. FOREVER
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