Warriors Dream
The shimmering reflection in the beaten copper, was beautiful. Her long back hair shone, like a midnight sky. Tied into its long strands, were a multitude of many coloured beads and a wondrous assortment, of the jungle bird feathers. Her lean stance was dignified, regal. Her woven coverings elegant, she held out her hands and marvel at her jewelry. The rings glimmer with their precious stones, polished copper bracelets wrap her wrists and up her forearms. Beads and copper necklaces at her throat hung, even more jungle feathers. The feathered cloak on its stand, await her.
There was not a weight of vanity in her personage, her beauty was as nothingness. Only the discipline, of the daughter. Of the Jaguar King. Polomatoni, her father awaited her in audience. The great cat lay, in its corner studying her. Its tail twitch, with impatience to be off. Knowing, that they would be shortly, and his partner. Would have him with her. Watched her swing into her cloak and wait... for her beckoning. Could feel the building pressure, of its arrival. Again she looked into her mirror. To be sure all was in place to present herself to her King. Stroke her hands lovingly over her power, the strength of her courage... this ancient cloak. She called to the great cat, “Toma come!"
Morrielle, walked out onto the palisade with Toma at her side and gaze down into Xlonlotx. The great avenue, spread out before her into the blessings of the Sun God. Already, the people stop in their busy day, to see the princess was coming out into the city. Wait where they stood, to be graced by her passing. Morrielle began down the long stone stairs, to travel their three tiers to arrive at the Avenue of the Sun. Chanting her absolution's, counting each tread that would bring her closer to her Father. The people bow down to the ground as she passed, offering their prayers to the Gods for the gift of their warrior priestess. Who received them in all humility. For the love of those that so loved her, she acknowledged their worship... and Toma.
Kept the multitude, at the required distance.
As Morrielle stroll that avenue, with its familiar sight and sounds. The many smells of the great city came to her, above this all. She watched it taking place in this kind of duality, feeling herself being this princess. Hear her thoughts, feel what she felt and all the while. Marveling at the unfolding scene. Wondering at the clarity of its vision, that this Princess was named Morrielle? Yet, it was a dream and, it was possible that it wasn't her name. Which seemed, likely. She watched as the two of them, Morrielle and Toma. Made their way up the palace stairs, again she counted treads and said a series of prayers in adulation for her Father, the King.
She was again in the princess, as she nod at the ornate muscular guards. Their obsidian eyes reflecting honour, respect and lacked. That kind of worship, the people of the avenue displayed. She was a warrior, as they were... an equal, in skill and strength. In all else, their Commander... their courage. The Woman of The People. Polomatoni, sat at the end of the audience hall in relaxed splendor. His entourage surround him, in turn. Giving him reports on the state of his Kingdom. He smiled to see his daughter arrive and rise from his cushions, to receive her. The love there in his eyes for her, made Morrielle's heart pound in her chest.
His embracing her... electrifying.
Polomatoni, pat Toma on top of the head and, the great cat... let him. For the sake of the feeling held by his partner, he had felt her hold her breath and looked to her.
And grin... teeth!
Morrielle laugh inside and hoped, her Toma would be like this... when he grew up. Though she only felt relief, from her other... there was no sense of humour there. Only concern that the Jaguar behave himself, in front of their God. For this was how 'The People' seen Polomatoni. The very real incarnation of The Sun God, made manifest. Who sat himself, back amongst his cushions.
“And so Morrielle”, he began, his eyes smiling. “I am honored, that my daughter. Has brought you here. To have audience, with The Sun King”! His eyes piercing looked right to her and Morrielle, was confused. She look beside her and there, stood the princess. Looking down to her self... and colour flood her face in embarrassed heat. She, was stark naked. Morrielle look back to the King and his eyes, then were filled with mirth. He chuckle, “please, it's a dream Morrielle. As well, its not like I haven't seen... plenty of naked girls”! He wave a hand, as if to say. 'Its nothing.' Suddenly, she was dressed as everyone else, in this long hall. “There, is that more to your liking?”
“Ah, yes sir... um, I mean. Thank you!” God she felt stupid, how does one speak to a King.
“Like you would speak, to anyone Morrielle,” he smile again, at her shock. To his speaking to her thoughts. “You see, you are speaking with an echo. That was,” he waved an arm around the hall, “oh, all of this is very real to us and exactly, as we had lived it. We are your Ancestors, we live now. In a kind of dream, that was. I can speak to your dream Morrielle, because you are related to my daughter. I can think of you, as my Granddaughter. Care for you that way!” His blossoming smile, said to her. That it was real. Polomatoni, loved her. That, was electrifying...
“I'm related, to you... a King?” Morrielle, was trying hard to get a handle on all this.
“Yes,” he said simply, with a nod.
“How is it, that you speak my language,” to ask innocently interested.
That made him laugh, “how is it, that you are speaking mine?”
Wow, that threw her. Come to think of it, she had understood all the people out in the avenue and the thoughts that the princess was having. “Fair enough, is this related somehow to my having to run the jungle?” She was pretty sure, that it was.
“It has everything to do with it. It is why we have brought you, into our dream. Bring you to the knowledge, of your birthright. There are so few of 'The People' left in the world, Morrielle. Your Mother and Father, are of pure Mayan blood and related to me. So you Morrielle, are of a Royal blood line, and have all the responsibility. That goes with it!” Polomatoni, looked to her as if hoping, that she would understand this. She didn't. Her life on the mountain didn't seem to her to be that Royal. Not that it wasn't a good life... it just wasn't anything like. What surround her, here.
“Yes, most all of what you see is past. The glories of our age, has gone down. Like the sunset. Yet the knowledge of its honour... is carried. By your Mother. Morrielle, Chandelle is The Woman of The People. She is as we are, carries her responsibility with grace. Does she not?”
“Well yes... but,” he didn't let her finish.
“As a Mother, has tried to pass this on to you. Jaquine, has been a example of courage and strength. In his being a warrior, for the people!” It was now as if he was pleading for her, to understand. For her to... to. 'Oh god', he was telling her. That Chandelle and Jaquine... were her Mother and Father. “It is true, they follow a very old law. As they are not tied by the vine, you were raised by others. It was honorable, however it was unnecessary. Even though, they thought it was!”
Stunned, would not even begin to cover. What she was feeling. Understanding now Chandelle's anguished response to Morrielle's testing and banishment, to run the jungle. The more than extra attentions she received in her teachings, and sometimes harsher demands. Than the rest of the girls of her circle, to excel and at times. Making her bitter and angry, because of it. In the main, why she'd been drawn into the Demons lies. Still not understand just how, they had shifted her beliefs so radically. This revelation, came like a stabbing pain that stung her heart.
Her sense of shame at what she had allowed to take place, was total. To understand The Jaguar... Jaquine Antonino Palomonte. Her childhood Hero, was actually... her Father? The ultimate respect, Morrielle held for him. Only making her pain, the greater.
Polomatoni was watching Morrielle with compassion, patiently waiting for this beautiful young woman to absorb these revealings. He as well, in wonder. That these events were taking place. Long had he been in the reflection of his dream. Through his turn, only seeming as if he had awoken this day. To feel the strength of the sun against his back, not just a recollection of its feel... but as if he were again involved, in the importance of the physical condition. To have The Golden man come to him, feed him the truths of conditions in the future, of his off spring. Grant him the opportunity, to effect the spirit of this girl. A girl, so much like his Mortallomic. There beside Morrielle, frozen in his memory and her part in the experience, complete. His Morta, his right hand and the gift to his people.
This continuance of his immortality... stood before him.
Studying him and his thoughts, with great care and an intensity. Exactly, like his Morta... he seen her thoughts clearly and again came back to his duties, to say to her sternly. “And so, you have done wrong actions. Chosen to shame The People and been sent, to run Jungle!” He lean forward and his posture grew to his true Kingly stature, “and this, as it should be. Your trials in rectifying these choosings, Morrielle. Will try you, to the very edge of your endurance. To have to win again the hearts of The People... your people!" She could not hold his eyes, and stare at her feet. With the shame glowing in her heart, covering her courage. “Do not look away, from me,” the King command, with booming authority. Morrielle's eyes, snapped back to him with fear plainly written in them, and he continue, “your shame, does not excuse you. The People need your strength, your courage... they are at war. At war with an evil, that even I can not understand the nature of. Your running the jungle, is not an exercise... of a young brat. Done wrong with the weakness, of her ignorance!” Polomatoni, look away from her a moment staging the effect of his fained disgust.
He knew this was hard for her, but necessary. Her future was certainly gifted, yet as a warrior is gifted, and life. Hangs in the balance. By a thread, that can alter the outcome of the greater reality... if right action is perceived and acted upon, with honorable intent. If this young woman was to be, what she could become... the soul eater would not prevail and Morrielle. Not die needlessly. “War!” Polomatoni, bellow at her. “Your people dying, on account of you. Each of their lives. Are weighed, against you!" At that he again recline into his cushions, soften his features. “Do you think that we all do not make mistakes Morrielle, Morta my daughter there. She had once run the jungle, as you are. Has taken lives needlessly, these the mistakes of a great warrior and Morta. Suffered, for those choices... learned humility. Corrected herself, and always... remembered her obligations to the people. That love her. Rely upon, her honour and courage!”
“And I, the Sun King. The People looked to me, as a God.” This order of detail he knew... would be hard. For him. “I was only a man, born to a King. An arrogant spoiled child. That was denied, nothing. My Father had built his history, a great and powerful ruler. To train and hand it down to me. A weak King. Who was nothing like my father. Respected certainly, worshiped as a deity and, was the ruination of this Kingdom. You see before you, a King. Who sacrificed Morta's Mother to the Gods, as I believed. That they would then, bless me... with more children. Sent Mortallomic, my warrior priestess, my daughter. Into a war, with the Aztec's. We could not win. I watched my Fathers Kingdom, crumble to dust. My enemies slay me, in this very hall of The Sun King. As they dragged Morta off, to their sacrificial pits. For this, would you pity me... Morrielle?”
So many feelings were charging through her. Morrielle, didn't know what to think. She was now a little frightened, by this dream. That seem so real and not change, as normal dreams should. Or wake up, for that matter. Her thoughts crystal clear, somehow. This was not a dream. The frozen people around her, immobile. Only Polomatoni, The Sun King. Was engaged with her in this... this what? With what had been put to her. It had changed her impression of this engagement. The King, a seeming grand figure. Had just admitted to her, his failings. How her people had gone into decline and had to migrate to other regions, blend with other peoples. That Morrielle was of pure blood was actually amazing to her. So did his story, make her feel pity for this King. No, Morrielle responded.
“As you say, Sun King... you were a man. Made your mistakes in the ruling of the People. It cannot be an easy thing. To have that kind of responsibility and have no choice, in the matter.” She thought for a moment, on what more she could add. “Well, even with what you have told me. I do not have any less respect for you. These choices you have shared, sound as though only the worst of your life. I imagine that there is a whole life time, of other choices made. That benefited your people.” Morrielle shifted on her feet, feeling uncomfortable with the thoughts being had. Yet added one more thing, that came to mind, “your daughter loved you, I was in her and felt the truth of it. She was a dignified personage, I felt that she lived her truth. With all of her heart. She must have learned this from you, Polomatoni. I feel sad that my people's time, came to an end. So no, great King. I don't pity you, in your perceived short comings. I honour your efforts, I am proud to be from a great lineage of Mayan decent. My Ancestors, have made me. What I am!”
A child of great wisdom, Polomatoni thought and her words had touched him deeply. Parts of his dream was as he'd put to her, each of these perceptions adding weight. Some of the reality of The Golden Man's request, coming more clear to him. This child, was granting him absolution. As this duty was done, Polomatoni could let go of his burden... move on to a dream? A different dream and possibly. The opportunity, to arrive at another level of consciousness. “You have my sincere gratitude Morrielle, your words have lightened the burden of my heart,” he told her and meant it. “there is truth in what you have given me, of your perceptions. Long have I been stranded here in these portentous sequences of preponderance, striving to understand the error... of my choices!”
Morrielle was struck somewhat, by her understanding of the meanings of what was being presented to her. The sophistication's of which, were far beyond her education. She supposed Kings needed to have a lot of education, in order to rule hundreds and thousands of people. Still, she was mystified by the over all meaning of this dream... she asked, “Have I then been brought here to somehow help you out of this situation, Oh Great Sun King. Is this the meaning of this dream?”
He looked thoughtful, then suddenly respond. “Yes, possibly in a manner. It has been what has transpired,” again looked even more thoughtful and was some time before he carried on. When he did, it was began slowly and it seemed. With some caution, “but no Morrielle. This dream is for you and the actions, that are coming to your future. The enemies, that you will face,” and in this statement, the King. Looked quite worried for her. Felt her discomfort and bid her to seat herself on the cushions across from him. She thankfully took his bidding and sat there across from this man who in deed, carried himself like some deity with his subtle glow. He stare at her for some time and as at some point arrived at what looked to be, an important decision. To announce, “First, one of the reasons that you were summoned to the hall of the Sun King. So as your Ancestor, I might pass on to you a legend of our times... now long forgotten. Though some versions of the same are still told by some cultures in like form and differing ways.”
Polomatoni, did not start into his story right away and again took some time to gather her in. To then clap his hands together twice and rub his palms together. Morrielle felt her vision sharpen and a tingling ran right through her.
The Sun King Polomatoni, only smiled to her knowingly. And, began...
The Sun King relates to Morrielle... Creation
"Before this the forth world there had been of course three others, and of course. They were very different realities than the way that the fourth world had developed. The Elders that carried these oral traditions and passed them down to the next line of keepers. Had told that the Creator had destroyed the world three times, as he was working his creation and there was always in his goal to create human kind. In his image and likeness. In his building, he had first created the Mineral world and all the world was volcanic and the flows, rose up out of the water as there was only water here.
The Creator called to the mineral and command: go forth and multiply and cover the earth! With your long life. So of course, the mineral Kingdom complied with the wish of their Creator. The fire at the center of the world was a First Helper of the Creator, a Created entity named The Serpent at the Belly of The World. It was its magic that helped to create The Land, as this was its realm and domain The Belly of the World. Its Fire's breath melt the inner star mass and form, the magma at the Creators bidding and The Serpent carried it up out of the water on its back. The Helper Air assisted on cooling the magma that became, The Land. As in the first three worlds there was only the One Land. That was created, in the Creators dream. That the Serpent anchored to the ocean floor. As he explain to his helpers. This was a long plan and a place of trials, for many things that would become Alignment over what he named Continuity & Time. To be One, with The Land. The Creator then married Grandfather Sky to Mother Earth... to create.
Balance.
There came a time, when this job was finished and the Creator was well pleased. With the long life of his Land and The caregiver, Mother earth. It was constant and slow steadfast and sang with a low long vibration. The Creator had many talks with his Child and, taught it many things. He began to realize that the Earth Mother need company and was growing lonely, he realized that she needed something to nurture. To have children of her own. The Mineral Kingdom had much that it could give of its self, and over its long life. Had acquired much wisdom. It was this that it ask of the Creator. To gift their Kingdom, with a thing that could be relative. To its attributes. Cohesion. As The Mother Earth held Love, for the Creators Creation.
She need pass on, this Love...
Of course The Creator wanted to give to its child what was needed, The Creator felt it was a wonderful thing, for the Mineral World. To realize this about its Kingdom and its Love for The Mother. So as he had nurtured it, it felt the need to nurture something of its own. It took time for the Creator to dream about this, and the Vision. Came to The Creator of the perfect creation for the Mineral Kingdom to nourish. So he set about creating The Vegetable Kingdom, to which he command through Mother Earth: go forth and multiply and cover the earth! With Cohesion and Growth, seed your cycles of life abundantly. So of course The Vegetable Kingdom complied with the wish of their Creator. The Mineral world was well pleased with their gifting and, gave of its self abundantly. A new time was created and much faster than that of the Mineral Kingdom...
This concerned the Earth Mother, greatly
This new child created other work for the Earth Mother and Creator as well. The air part from Grandfather Sky and carrying the seed, was mostly easy. Then as it was discovered, the plants could not digest the salt water of the ocean, He again turn to the Serpent at the Belly of the world and through his breath. Turn the ocean water to mist, and the Thunderbird carried the mist around the Land Gently on its back for the Creator. With the assistance of Grandfather Sky.
The Thunderbird was the next most powerful helper of the creator, next to the Serpent. Some believed the Thunderbird was brutal, and some times beat its wings too hard and broke down aspects of the creation. Or its energy at times, get carried away and bolts of fire shoot from the sky and create fires. The Thunderbird was only doing jobs the Creator assigned to it! As it were the same for the Serpent, when it blew through the Mineral world... an spew magma flows.
Such were the workings of Alignment. Times for rejuvenation and renewal.
Natures cycles.
So it was that the Vegetable Kingdom was very fruitful, and in no time at all had completely covered The Land. In a way, it was a greedy Child and it drew as much nutrient from The Mineral Kingdom, as it crave for its rapid growing. Not that the Creator was unhappy, it was a marvel how fast it had taken place. As was his wish, for this kingdom. Many was the talks he had with this child and realized, its strengths and weaknesses. When that Kingdom came to call and say to the Creator, that they themselves, had realized. That they needed discipline and The Earth mother... willing to give it to them. This filled the Creator with joy, also they had said much the same thing the Mineral Kingdom had. Though they loved the Mineral Kingdom for its giving, it was very slow to speak. The low tones were very comforting, yet something was missing and, they crave. To give nutrient to others as the Mineral Kingdom had granted to them, this honour.
They were grateful, for their relatives assistance. Loved them, as The Earth Mother had taught them as such. Held respect, for their long slow song and discovering that their song. Added a beautiful Harmony, to their Creators new garden. Yet this was what they felt was missing, some pitch. That would make the perfect song. Again the Creator went back to the Center of his Dream and gave this. His utmost attentions. Through his vision, the Creator realized this would be his greatest challenge yet, it required a long period of meditation. It was quite a lot that the Vegetable Kingdom had asked for. Harmony, was very important indeed. The concept of song, filled his heart with joy. Took the time to go to his creation and listen, to what had been created so far.
It was in deed beautiful and most especially, the Earth Mothers developing Song. It being a song of great and wonderful Love. It came to him, to wish to please her. It being in her Nature, to praise The Creator for his love for his Creation and to diligently sing to it of all the attributes. That the Creator, had supplied. To create life abundantly.
The Earth, The Air, The Fire and Water... all this came from Center, she taught them. From the Alignment with The Creators dream. Her union with her Husband, Grandfather Sky. Had created the Balance of elements, that made them thrive and this now. Creating Harmony, between all things and that binding between, was Love. The Creator now understood that the Earth Mother was a great teacher.
Each part of the Creation, added onto...
Her heart & soul...
Yes, it was this aspect of The Earth Mother. That he wanted to please, the most. He would give his new creation a heart, as it was her heart... that held this love for Him. To The Earth Mother The Creator, had lent to her his soul. So that she would have greater feeling for the reasoning of his needing to bring forward. This reality from his dreams vision. The fulfillment, it was giving him. To do so... to add onto his self. How this wheels representation and its birth, was of great importance to him. This creation must be able to carry this lending as well, as it did with The Earth Mother. As the Vegetable Kingdom required a means to carry air and nutrients for life, so must this creation. So it would be the blood, that be the carrier of this soul lent at its inception that gave it feeling for Life. As with the Heart Beat of Creation, it would move through the heart. This rhythm... the first part.
Harmony.
At times the Creator noted that the Earth Mother suffered, when life in her care expire. Before its time. When disaster happen, and her most cherished creation perish. These feelings were also arriving, to her Nature. The Creator gave her another evolved name and called her, from that point on also... Mother Nature. An aspect, of the wonder of her being. Yes God discovered that he loved this creation greatly, as he had gave birth to this Creation. His decision was to have this creation, also have this Balance.
The duality of male and female, through this would creation come forth and the birthing carried by the female. The female to have the Nature of the Earth Mother to nurture and care, for the newness of Creation. Realized that Mother Nature felt pain, as would this new creation know sufferance. So as to know there was pain and love... feeling.
The Creator, would give them...
Sound.
To voice, these feelings. The second part, of Harmony.
Like the sound of the wind through the grass, waves washing up upon the sand. So many were the sounds. That presented themselves, in the Creators listening. These the sounds of the Earth Mothers sounds... her voice. At this juncture, the creator knew that this new creation would be named, The Animal Kingdom and he set to work on dreams for all different kinds. The first order would be that the Animals would discipline, The Vegetable Kingdom. As the realization arrived that it must be soon, in his long dream about Animals. The Vegetable Kingdom Mother Nature complain, that it were choking its self out and depleting too much life from the Mineral Kingdom and she were quite concerned, with this evolution. It lack Balance, her evolved comment and of course. She was right. And, of course The Creator knew this... yet The Creator. Was nurturing Her! With the Awareness of The Nature of this circle... his wheel. One small wheel, within a wheel, within greater wheels without end. Yet this one wheel, the vision of the Creators dream. His will, to create a wheel in his own image, unique within this union. In only one smallest of measure.
His wish.
Found that he envy the Earth Mother, in her union with Grandfather Sky. As God, had not a partner and never in all eternity. Would the Creator ever find, an equal. A mate for the two halves that make a whole. As the Creator was sufficient, unto himself. He created undeniable attraction, as all things were attracted to his nebula's center and through this union. Find his love burning as a flame, within them. The Creators wish, that all beings within this wheel. Might search, and find... such a union.
Twin Flames, a third aspect of Harmony.
Creation & Birth, that they may know the love. That he'd felt in this union, that he created. A song that has no sound, yet sings resplendent through the heart. As the Earth Mother held her love for her Mate, and all the creation in their care. And so, when the Creator told her of this new creation. That these four legged's, the winged ones, all the creatures of the sea... the land, the air, all creatures great and small... all. Would be her children, and in their union of that Balance. Their twin flame, that would never diminish and this garden would flourish.
Within that Love.
She sang, wonder at the marvel of her Lord. And the creation was filled, with yet another Love. A mystic veil, that some few... may arrive at. Granted to realize, the mystery. That is God...
The first he gave to her as a gift, were the Leviathan. Swimmers and divers of the deep and within them the song of creation was given. Also, they were to communicate with the Serpent at the Belly of the World and pass messages. To the greater helpers. To assist and maintain the Balance of Creation. As the Leviathan's could communicate, to all the Kingdoms. Of the then Creation. When the Earth Mother, first heard their songs of the deep. She did weep and moan, at its beauty and still The Creator added on and to each new creation, he gave to that mated pair. With the command: go forth and multiply and cover the earth. With Cohesion, Growth, senses and movement and each birth. Did add new pitch, to the song of Creation.
There came the forth. The escalating scale, of the song of Creation.
God the Creator from Center was well pleased with the Animal Kingdom. Balance was becoming, it did take some fine tuning... as the song. Harmony. Was still missing, some elusive aspect of Alignment. It need a crowning point. A creation, that were truly fashioned. In his own image. Grandfather sky and The earth Mother, needed as the creator had. Helpers. The Creator, combined all the attributes of the lower Kingdoms, the cohesion of the Mineral world and in its union shaped them. Granted to it them the Vegetable Kingdoms power of growth. Gifted them with the Animal worlds sense perceptions and the wonder of... movement. To this creation he gave his greatest gift. Consciousness and the ability to Reason. To be self aware and this creation, would not be bound. As the other Kingdoms of creation were. To strict Natural Law alone. God would grant them a greater gift... to dream, his dream. Grow to the knowing of Creation. He called them Humankind, and created. The Human Kingdom. In his own image, gave them the ability to Create a kingdom. In their own likeness.
The first order that The Creator brought into their Creation, he gave unto them Free Will as a foundation. The first three Kingdoms lacked this aspect, as they were subject to a fixed and irrevocable patten. That runs concurrent throughout the Wheel Creation, at its very source. The Creator gave the human kingdom four gifts, so that they might be self aware. If this was to be so, they needed Awareness as a function of their consciousness. As there were four aspects of consciousness, the external condition of the contingency time. It required Realization of the state and properties of its functioning, in order that reasoning be made manifest and the realities of these conditions. Were to be rationalized internally. A world within a world, were the Human condition granted the realm of Thought & Dream. Operative unity, or opportunity. To delve into the stream of consciousness. Where they may acquire Understanding. Cohesion. The Creator. Inspired this need, within the human condition. As a subconscious reality to integrate this world within a world, or wheel within wheels. Growth. To be outwardly made manifest in the external condition of the eternal...
Now.
Migration and Movement.
Much like the instinct of The Animal Kingdom, or an adaptation there of. As there was an acceptance of a realm of limitation, in their movement and spread of species. The human Kingdom were gifted with Imagination, to imagine. What may be beyond, their realm of limitation. A gateway to the supra-consciousness, where all knowledge is shared equally. As his wish that humankind, discover the spiritual dimension. Sense perception of the spirit in all things. That they might arrive at the knowing of the substance of creation. Find the Acceptance that for this Kingdom, there was no limitation in the movement within Creation...within their union and knowledge of their Creator.
'The All in everything', be open to them!"
The Great Flood & The Raven Telling Stories.
Morrielle's mind spun, with this integration so profound and her inner vision could see these truths being spun into the fabric of The Creators intentions. Watched the foundations of the DNA Strands being woven. To suit its human host and so much different. Then the make up of the prior three kingdoms. The Sun King still spun the words of the story, but she could see the evolution of such. Taking place in her mind. Seen the one land that was being told of and in so many ways like her jungle, so lush and just everywhere. Only she did note there was no colour, no flowers as such. All was only green, and this she found puzzling.
At this point in The Sun Kings story. She ask...
“Ah,” said Polomatoni, “that is another story... yet it take place at the same point in the Creation. Grandfather Sky and the Mother Earth. Had their first and only child. Of course the Earth Mother had a multitude of created creature’s to care for, but they had asked The Creator for thi
s boon and of course. He granted them this and they made Ariel. Ariel, was a bit of a trickster and he was endlessly curious. He had the whole of creation as his playground, and well of course. He was extremely creative. One day in the midst of things he thought up a word... the word. Was, colour.
That was it, Ariel felt that what was lacking in the world of his imagination. You see Ariel, was the first strand and held the then sum total of all of the Creators gifts. He was a marvel and the first Angel of Mystery. So this he told his Mother of what he felt was a thing missing in creation. It wasn't as though, there were not some colour. There of course was green, and the sky a deep blue and different colours of the seas and oceans. Yet Ariel had meditate long and hard on this, and felt that different colours could be mixed, and had even tried some to show her. In turn she took this to the Creator and he was greatly pleased with Ariel. Honored him with this duty and gave him a gift as a helper, for his work.
The Bird of Paradise, held all the hue and colour that Ariel had dreamt of. Ariel sped his joy through the earth and verily it did bloom, and more so. Was the Creator pleased and granted the blooms a sweet fragrance, and seed. For their propagation and named this garden. Paradise. As Ariel asked, that it be named from his beautiful bird. That its sweet melodies would ever be sung into the heart of those that might hear it, and know... the wonders, there of.
'The mysteries, of the seven levels of Paradise!'
Ariel was given this gate, the care of that testimony held to the end of a time that has no end and there arrive... the Above and Beyond. A beginning that had no beginning and mysteries beyond reckoning, are kept. The Creative properties of The Soul. For all time would Ariel be the pattern for its integrity, a perfect rendering of the manifestation those spiritual properties. The Creator, wished for Human Kind. To emulate. The first order were based as such and for some while the first world was perfect... yet that in its self. Was contained and held... in the Garden he name Eden. In this garden grew the Tree of Life, and all the souls there of. Were given the care of this most precious gift. As the Creator was still at work on the strand that he wish to become Human Kind and the tree had yet to blossom and the seed of Mankind. Be ready. When that time came, the then hundred and forty-four thousand, that were the helpers in the Garden. Patterned after Ariel and the second Angel Lilith, were to ascend into their prepared place and reside in the Above and Beyond.
There came a problem, as Lilith cry the Creator... let her stay and care for this seed. Yet Morrielle there is the story of your asking, in the colouring of Creation. It has given you an inkling into the Above and Beyond and The Creators First order of Angels, and the story of Lilith. Locked to you, as the Creator did grant her this wish and it led. To the destruction of the first world. As much as the first world was a marvel, it stray fundamentally away from the Creators wish. Not to say that it was Lilith's short coming, more her passionate love for it.
In this pathos, enough has been shared.
The Creator was dissatisfied and plead The Serpent at the Belly of the World to cast out its fire and only one tenth part, of that world survive. To migrate, into the second world. This world also develop great wonders with the gifts of the Creator. It was a long lived reality, and it was said. That magic was a property there of and great powers, were found in the form of crystals. Of this race there was a migration to the stars, and beyond. Some part of that migration returned and another mystery formed. A sickness came back with them and the Creation, began to wither. The Void formed and none in the Between. Could understand its forming and of this... The Creator would not reveal the nature of this coming...
Only did he smite that world, with a purifying fire.
None survived and The creator started over, with a new creation of humankind. All that were of that world were sealed unto the Void and guarded, by the Serpent at the Belly of the World. At this The earth Mother, was saddened. Yet the creator held back the Garden of Eden and the Tree of Life. Work began from its pattern and a very different world, was created. The Abode of True Children, held some of the knowing Magic from the second world. Some would say the third world was a mystic world. Deities came up, from the roots of the Tree of Life. A gift to the Earth Mother for her sorrows of loss... many races of Human Kind evolved. Some say there were Sprite's, Fairies and Elvin Kind, Dragons and Giants. That could move through stone."
Again Morrielle could see this wonder and some of these things were familiar to her from things in Fantasy read of. She marvel that they were real and could see this wonder and the world created, was beautiful beyond measure. Though in its own way alien, and not a little frightening to her. The beings Dragons not looking like anything she would have thought of them to be, more like huge worms. That could swim through the air. Pop out of reality, change colour as they reappear and all for no apparent reason, that she could see...
Soon enough. The story of the third world, came to a conclusion and Morrielle... was greatly saddened. To see such marvel's of a great civilization, go their way. The majority of those marvelous cities, lost to the waves... in a colossal upheaval that made her weep to witness.
As the creator, had again been displeased in certain ways. That Human Kind, had failed his expectations. Had not arrived, at an Acceptance of his Law. The Sun King explained, as Morrielle thought that God were cruel and maybe. Expect too much, of his Human Creation. What Law, had they fail to accept... her question. “In many ways, Humankind's free will. Moved contrary to the will and purpose, of their Creator. Each of the worlds, he created. Held differences that were a challenge and seeking to progressively, come to some ideal. That possibly, only the Creator may know or understand. Those of the First world, were as close to perfection as any being Created, yet for all intensive purpose... they. Were not Human. They were constructs, an ideal. The best of them the hundred and forty-four thousand, were chosen to oversee the growth and development of the following worlds. Of these were seven, each of these Angels. Given a specific task in the overall in the seven levels of Paradise, of course equally with Ariel.
Lead Merrielle, to the eighth gate.
Law!
As in the second world, none were spared... the things committed by this race. Will not be mentioned here Morrielle and, not a lot about this race. Is known of at any rate. The Imagination of the human race is a powerful tool, suffice it to say. That this race, had created their own god like entity, and chose to worship. This force of energy. Their space and time continuum, had moved beyond the perimeters. Developed in this wheel, by the Creator. A dimensionality in transference did in itself disrupt the Harmony of the Creators transference. It was this deviation. that bent the Laws of Nature. Some other knowledge, was introduced to this circle. The result is the war, that we know face... in the between. The third world, became infected by this void. Began to move in the direction that the second had. All manner of what we could call evil, was taking hold of a different set of conditions that the Creator had intended for mankind. Pride, Greed, Envy, Lust, Anger, Sloth, Gluttony. These are well known are they not Merrielle, the Cardinal sins, or...
The Capital Vices!”
Well Morrielle had to admit to having heard them, yes. What followed, chilled her to the very marrow. As it was dealing, with a whole premise of Logic. That she found, that she herself held to elements of. Even, if she didn't entirely understand them. They were there and shaped her personality. In some manner, she was beginning to understand. The progressive relationship of what in the foundation and the order of things. That were being reveled to her. Though again, as yet not really understanding. The why of it. Only now knowing... well, she had to know more. As much as the Sun King, was willing to reveal to her. Morrielle would take in, and seek to comprehend.
“Another law was beginning to form and it was contrary and convincing. In the Creators worlds, there was a balance in all things. This was brought about to a question of good and evil and The creator held no conceptual interpretation of evil. You might say that Jaguar bringing down a small baby furry animal that in your mind, is beautiful. The Jaguar then ends its life and begins tearing to bloody shreds... it might be ugly, to witness. But it is not evil. The baby animal is compensated and goes into shock and feels no pain. Its heart stops. It willingly, gives up its life to the nutrient in transference. If a man, takes a woman against her will. Then murders her, to cover his crime. She feels all the terror and pain of this event, and the reverberation of this. Transfers energy and that energy, is evil. In its intent. The womans spirit, is irrevocably altered by this evil experience. The community, is altered by her loss and contribution to the Wheel... life. Effecting the all, in everything. Murder is contrary to Gods Law.
Does Mankind, do murder Morrelle?
There are four pillars in foundation of their mansions on high, and they are... Prudence Temperance Courage and Justice. The seven virtues are aspects of the energy and attributes of these Angels, Morrielle. humility, kindness, abstinence, chastity, patience, liberality, diligence. They stand for moral purpose, fortitude and perseverance. This other force, contends. That if there is to be balance, there must exist an opposite measure to these. The opportunity, to have these measures of power. Powers, that destroyed the second world utterly. It is the manipulation of truth, and indeed. I in my time, suffered many of these self same things. Pride and my title, pushed me to do evil. I rationalized it to myself, and held all manner of reason. Why I need take such and such course of action. Even in this The Creator is fair in his treatment and gives us. A measure of dream to seek and find recompense, for such acts. For example my being able to come to you in this dream and share with you that what the Golden Man shared with me. A measure of transference”...
That statement made Morrielle wonder. The Golden Man? As Polomatoni had said this. A shiver had run down the length of Morrielle's spine. Yet had not more time to ask or contemplate this. As Polomatoni, carried into what he said was the closing length of the story. He was to sh
are with her, and that their turn... with dream, was almost sadly.
At its end.
“And so, the story will end somewhat... as it began. With the foundations of the world. The wheel Morrielle. Is gods law and its function is dependent, on all things. Great and Small. You will learn of them, my child and with your run in the jungle. Have ample time to contemplate your warriors trial.The pyramids of thier meanings, will become plain to you.
There at the end of the thier world, came a huge Raven. Telling stories, spreading rumors. There were many prophecies at that time and Sooth Sayers that had predicted. The end was coming. That the land would become the sea and the sea become the land. One, to even say to his people. That it would rain forty days and forty nights. They laughed at him... what is this thing you call rain, that falls from the sky. There is only the moving mist. This was all they knew to be truth, the man was mad! Most in that world by then, were so lost to their own consumption. That they heard it not and cared not a wit, for these deceptions.
Did they not have the most of everything and power... beyond imagining.
The Creator was already dissatisfied with the third world and deciding what to do about it. He held council with all his helpers and let them know of his consideration and they gave what advice they could. Only in the end, to say: 'You are the Creator and whatever it is you decide we will aid you in its bidding'. Twice he had destroyed the world by fire, he decided that he would this time. Use the mighty force, of water. The Creator not one to do a thing, and not inform. All of his creation first. Had he not given the Human Kingdom visions and fore-tense, to his intentions. The Creator started out, with the smallest and lesser helpers of the creation first. As was his way, in compassion and it was then. That he heard this rumor, only then not knowing. Where it be derived from. The lesser helpers were sure that they heard it to be true and that The Serpent at the Belly of the World... in his keeping. Had decided, that it didn't need the creator. Wasn't it the most vital and powerful entity in the Creation... well the Serpent. Had started its own Kingdom, in the underworld.
This bother the Creator greatly, as he knew what it was that the Serpent had been charged to guard... The void and all the manner of horror. That it contained. It was true, that the serpent was very powerful and that the Creation. Couldn't function, with out its aspect. At each level he 
ask and receive the same story. Still in each level he pass, asked his helpers if they would assist him in the washing clean this third world and separate Humankind. To the four corners. Were they his helpers great and small, considering joining the Serpent in this Kingdom? All were shock by this and of course they wouldn't. They were his creation and he their Creator, so of course in whatever manner, that they might assist him. They would be honoured and do as their aspect, were commanded.
Finally The creator had covered all of the helpers of creation but two. The Great Thunderbird and The Serpent at the Belly of the World. The Thunderbird, had heard this rumor as well. Not only, but knew of it source as it was The Raven that had told the Thunderbird this story of the Serpent. Having created its own kingdom. Knew not if it were true or not, but of the task the Creator had for the Thunderbird. There was no question. Of course you are my Creator and if this you ask of me. To carry the water an my back up into Grandfather sky, to create this flood for washing clean this your third world. This I will do, but first. You must find out about this story of the Serpent, as it will be its command to carry the water up from the depths of the sea on its back to deliver it up to me. If The Serpent, has decided to have its own kingdom. It might not agree to do the will of the Grandfather alignment and shift the land. That he worked so hard to anchor.
It was true and ever wise was the Thunderbird, in his discourse with the Creator. Off the Creator went to find the Raven and the source of this rumor, it certainly doesn't take the Creator long to locate anything in his creation. He found an above average size Raven out busily spreading this story and when the Creator stop the Raven. The raven act all haughty in the presence of its own creator, to say the Creator was displeased well... shortly. The Raven, was telling all.
As quickly as it could, as all its feathers began to fall out. The Creator asked, if this were true and the Raven answered evasively... that as far as it knew. Yes, it were true. A few more feathers fell to the ground, and Raven. Knew soon it would not be able too fly and would have to hop wherever it wanted to arrive at. Shortly it came that the Raven had heard that the Creators days were in fact numbered and had heard this directly... from The Void. Now, that they in fact. Held the Serpent in its sway, it would take no time at all. Before the Creation, was in their possession. The Kingdom of the underworld would spread like fire and consume all... that believed. In The Creator. His land, be covered by sea and thier land rise up, from the ocean floor.
To smit and darken, the light! And lay waste to The Law.
It came that the Raven couldn't exactly confirm its story, and was only passing on. What it had heard. Which was essentially gossip and passed on, as truth. The Creator chastised the Raven, for creating unnecessary travail in the world. As their was enough fear as there was. Without the Ravens telling these unproven stories. For a time times a time, the Raven were a sorry breed and all shared in the fault of their brother. Bald ravens hopping around everywhere and begging for their scraps. They did learn their lesson and grew back their feathers. But it is said: beware of Ravens telling stories... they had lost trust for their troubles. And, not a few feathers”...
Morrielle laughed at that and could see its like, in her minds eye. Polomatoni, only joining her in this small amusement and an adaptation usually told to children. A some small lesson on the pitfalls of gossip and backbiting and Sson enough he carried on back into the Creation Story.
“The Creator even still was somewhat hesitant, if the story were somehow true and The Serpent. Was convinced, to join his aspect to The Void. His dream, for The Forth World. Would not even then be possible. Yet when he arrive at the Belly of the World, he found The serpent hard at work doing his prescribed tasks with its normal diligence and, over joyed. To be in the presence of its Creator again. When the Creator told The Serpent of the Ravens rumor. As the Serpent, wasn't without humour. Its great coils rumbled with laughter and a third part of the Land, did shake. The inhabitance there of, now in a great panic and its great and powerful rulers. Called their Sooth Sayers, to inquire into what it might mean. They of course were soothed, the shaking stopped and they went on about their business. While some others, hurriedly went on about their preparations as they had seen in their dreams, and knew. That the unbelieved prophecies of the Migration...
Were shortly, at hand.
The Serpent still in a state of great mirth at the very idea, assured the Creator that there would be nothing, that could dissuade The Serpent. From the duties that it had been created for and what need had it, to have its own Kingdom and had heard nothing from the Void of which it guard. To which The Creator was greatly relieved and for good reason, once again explain to The Serpent the importance that the Void. Must remain contained. To then go on to ask the Serpent, if it be willing to carry forth his intentions. To create a phenomena, to destroy the Third World with the element Water. To which the Serpent state that of course he would serve his Creator in any manner asked of him, and grin. Interested to hear what this work might entail in its service to its Master.
The Creator explain that the Serpent would dive deep and carry the third part of the sea upon its back and rise to throw it up, to Grandfathers sky's keeping. The Thunderbird would then take it and spread it around the Creation for Forty days and for forty nights. It would rain down on the Creation and their would come a great flood. Grandfather Alignment would then unlock the anchor that The Serpent ad created and all within the creation would move. Two thirds of the One Land. Would sink into the oceans keeping, one third of the ocean floor would be released to surface and the Forth World. Would become a new Land. For The Human kingdom and this Land. Would the Serpent again, have to anchor. When this task was competed in this forty days, The Creator will have separated The people of the One Land Terra Firma and in this migration. He was to send them to the four corners of this new world, to be named after the Mother and, in its birth...
Be named... Earth."
Morrielle's eyes grew huge, as she watch these things come to pass. To see the panic in the people of the One Land. Who had never before seen water... fall from the sky. And, not stop. To witness the great upheavals, within the creation. As the land became the sea and the sea became the land. The mighty storms that the Thunderbird caused in this the Creators Plan, was awestruck at the power it represent and the destruction set forth... on his command. Cried, to see the passing of those that did not heed their dreams and visions. As fear struck their hearts and they. Perished...
Polomatoni, broke through her tears to reach and pat her with affection on her shoulder. To know the things she had witnessed, were obviously hard on her heart. “It is good, that you feel such strong compassion for the lost People. Morrielle,” he said to comfort her. “Also that you understand that it is good to have a healthy respect, for the awesome power of The Creator. That it is his own Creation and that he does to it. As his so wills. These Ancient People, passed... as they lost the Acceptance of The Dream Morrielle. This was their failing, had shut off that part of themselves that the Creator wishes to possess,” again he reach across to her and lightly tap a finger against her chest to smile, “your heart, Morrielle. This the only place that can contain him, it is The Key to the Center of all things!” At this he sat back, to see how she would receive this.
His words did help and Morrielle, did think over what he had said and her heart was thumping madly. There were many things, floating around in her head. Many of which, were very confusing. Still, she wonder about why she was being shown these things. “Are we, going to pass away Polomatoni. Is this why, I have been shown these things?” She had asked but in her heart, she dread to receive an answer to it. “I have heard Chandelle speak of a migration, a migration to the Fifth World. These dreams and vision of hers, are they like this,” she added, with trepidation.
“I don't know Morrielle, it is not for me. To know these things. As I am but an echo and my time has passed. They might, and if you ponder what you have been taught. Your dreams and visions could possibly answer. These things.” Polomatoni look as though he ponder this and some time, before he spoke again. “After the flood, our people came to a place we named The Center and it was an abundant land. We descended from The My Culture and became The Mayans, it was said that they were the original People. From the migration, from The One Land. All civilizations move on Morrielle, this possibly the meaning to your dream. This dream, to have you understand your origins. Your responsibilities, to the Creators dream. The actions, that you must take for the sake of your people”. Again Polomatoni pause, and look thoughtful. “This I must tell you, in your running the jungle. You must collect the Feathers for your cloak, the cloak is for your wisdom and courage. Each feather givin, is for your passing into higher states. Like Mortallomic and Chandelle, they have acquired the attributes that gave them the right to be The Woman of the People. When this has been accomplished, you will. Through your dreams and visions. Find a place and there waits for you a gift from us and for the People, and then. You must migrate there... this much, I know!”
Morrielle was going to ask more, but Polomatoni froze there. Like his daughter Mortallomic beside her and all the people in the Hall of Sun King. A blur went past her on the right, that caught her attention. Then was before her, in a shifting golden glow. Right then in her heart, she knew it was...
The Golden Man.
He wore no clothing and wasn't naked, he had features, but none that came to focus and be recognized. Spoke into her mind with no mouth, that she could see. To be in this overwhelming presence. Was more than humbling, there were no words that could describe to feel the power of this beings presence... but one.
Love.
It's aura was like the sun and its heat burn through her and wasn't painful... but glorious. As it spread its many coloured wings, from behind. It was The Angel Ariel! That was introduced into her spirit. His wings encompassed her totality and surround her, with golden light. Ariel placed his hands on either side of her head and kissed her forehead with grace. It was like an explosion, and felt as if she would not be able to contain. The rate of information that flood into her consciousness. There she could see the Wheel, take shape in all of its wonder. Morrielle understood when the time came and she learn the trails of the jungle. Suffer the trials, of her run to her truth.
Ariel told her she would earn her wings, and fly. The Between... be introduced to another realm. Metamorphosis, to another being... shed her cocoon and be what she was Created to become.
Morrelle had no wish, to be anywhere else, but there. Enfolded, in the wonder...
That was, Ariel!
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