posted on Oct, 7 2008 @ 11:03 AM
Finishing our tea, we sat in to a couple of cozy chairs beside the fire, lighting the lantern and settling in from the trauma of the nights warnings
and speaking frankly about the choices which we now faced. Our time together ending, forever changing the futures we had dreamed of in our hearts now
at the point of no return.
In the old ways, the connection which was strongest for me, I chose to explain my choices, my views from a story which rose from the deepest part of
my broken heart. I will share with you what I can remember of this telling.
Long ago before man walked the earth and the animals lived free and in a natural state, there lived a lioness who was one of the most beautiful of her
kind, she was considered the young queen by all of her den. She was lazy by nature and did not go out and hunt like the other females, instead she
spent her days lazing by the emerald green water falls grooming and sleeping, waiting for her family to bring to her only the choicest of meats.
In another part of the world where she lived was a scorpion that was the bravest of his kind, a warrior. He never wished to stay in the company of his
fellow kind, instead would venture out deep into the wilderness for days at a time gaining strength and connecting with all the creatures he would
One evening as the full moon rose he stopped to rest upon a large rock that sat at the base of the blue mountain. Turning his head at the low noise
which caught his attention, he saw the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. Instantly his heart opened and he knew that love had found
The lioness had wandered off to play in the full moon night and was also resting upon the large rock at the base of the mountain before her long trek
back to the den. She only slightly stirred as the voice of the scorpion began to recite poetry and love songs to her. All through the night they sat
together discussing the world and the magic of their new found love.
The next 3 days they stayed together in love, never wanting to leave each others side. He would scratch her behind the ears and she would use the
softest part of her paw to rub up and down his spine. A divine love transpired and it was magic.
Knowing that they would both have to return to their families made a vow that each time of the full moon they would return to spend the 4 days
together at this special place only they existed in.
For all the warmest months they met and fell deeper in love, no longer concerned for the differences which they had, for the predigests thrust upon
the unknowing of loves divinity.
The chilled night air had them curled together as one and they both knew that winter would soon set in and with that the impossibility of meeting at
their special place. They discussed him coming and hiding in the walls of the cave where she spent her winters, yet the other lions would be
threatened and kill him with certainty. And she was far too large to ever rest with him in his tree trunk, and again all of his family would sting her
to death as well for fear of her size and might.
Crying and holding one another, they kissed and promised to meet for one last moon of the coming cycle.
As they left the lioness turned not to the east where she came from but headed up to the top of blue mountain to speak with the black crow. His majic
was famous and although most never considered using his ways, she decided it was all she could do.
The following moon shone bright and golden orange in the evening sky, it took her much longer to arrive at the rock as the small body she now
permanently wore was unable to travel fast as she once did.
Climbing the rock a shock ran through her soul, the sight of her love now having the long main of the King of Kings was like a lightning bolt which
rang through her heart. He too had been up the mountain, and now neither of them could ever turn back.
As she gazed into his eyes, a single tear fell to the red earth below.
At this point my love leap up from the chair tears in his eyes and shouted softly "NO". Crying we met before the now flaming hot fire and held each
other crying, melting into one another.