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The Rise and Descent of the Faery
Ha! She catches her breath as she hangs in the air…
Flapping those wings, no other move does she dare
A huge smile on her face, as wide as the sea
She laughs from her belly, so joyfully
Viewing the world from a place high above
Feeling the happiness of faith, hope and love
Then gracefully she turns on her side and begins that slow sweet descent catching her wings on the slightest breezes of warm air. She closes her eyes to feel the full sun and gentle air on her face and body. This graceful and careful controlled gliding fall that could last for days will be her time, her space, her prayer, her offering, her gift from and for all that is sacred and true. For nothing right now in this time and space is more pure in thought, more open, more light and enlightened than she on those strong fragile wings carried on the invisible spirit of air. When the sun descends beyond the horizon, she’ll still be sweetly falling in that constant smooth graceful flight back to Earth. Round and round slowly she watches from far above at first as all the magic colors begin to focus into places and people on the gigantic planet below and she feels her emotions swell.
By now her heart is beating at one with the planet itself and her blood rising and falling with the tides; Her eyes are as wild as the tiger in the jungle, storms rage in her brain while the tears fall like rain. Her skin is bronzed from the wind and blazing sun and from spinning so many times around the world.
The closer and closer she gets, the slower and slower she flies...seeing shore upon shore...lands everywhere - frozen tundras, blazing deserts, cities full of bustling life, and the pulse in her heart grows quicker. Her eyes fill with fear at some of the images she processes and her heart begins to skip beats - not always able to hear the pulse of the planet below through the noise of its inhabitants. She loses control of her descent a few times and finds herself hovering - shocked at what she sees being done to the planet, to the people, by the people and in the name of Spirits that are completely foreign to her. These things in all truth she did not know to exist when she was learning to live as one with life, to love without limits and to accept all things as good. She never knew fear or injustice, hatred, violence, terrorism, and so many people dying and fighting for what she perceived as power over other men. Tattoos began appearing on her body for the knowledge she gained; no longer innocent, no longer blind. She finally settled into a dark forest where other magical folk seemed to hide for the few humans who still believe.
The faery who longed to see the world, who longed to feel the thunder and touch the clouds realizes that instead of finding her gods and goddesses in the air looking down – she found only that she broadened her view of mankind. If she had never climbed so high, if she never let herself go, if she never left herself so open to adventure – she would not know of all that exists outside of her world. She is forever changed by this but continues to look for the faith, hope and love among lost faces she passes as she floats through her new world.