Showing posts with label Motherland Mu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Motherland Mu. Show all posts

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Reunion: By The City of Refuge


* "Passage to Eden", Ivan Torrent, Immortalys

One step more.

She looked up at the night sky to see the stars.  They shone brightly against the moonless expanse above her.  She blinked and turned her eyes to the horizon.  She could almost see the outlines of a city.

She had left her white steed in the care of her companions after it was wounded in the last battle, one that had taken much of their energies and had pushed them to seek the inner sanctums built by the great elders in the mountains.  They had stayed there for a period of time and tried to pass on the songs of their journeys to each other and to those who were willing to listen as they recuperated from the deep wounds when their Motherland fell.  The white steed, decked in nobility its own race was known for, chose to stay in the inner sanctums and bid its farewell to her the morning she left for her next voyage.  Some chose to stay in the mountains.  They settled in small villages as they tried to remember the glory of Mu.  Some decided to continue their journeys to find new places to settle.  Some were drawn to find others whom they have left behind to answer the Clarion Call.  For Wa Su Nah, she felt she needed to journey to another great land.  To her understanding, her task was done and she was free to receive what is due to her by the Great Spirit.  She was called to go North, to walk by foot as necessary, and take only what is needed in her personal migration.

Now, she was on her journey to find the City of Refuge, to find those who survived the Great Upheaval.  Her process of healing was drawing to a close.  It was time to find a new home for her to live out the rest of her days, and to put behind her undertakings as a warrior of Motherland Mu.  She has fulfilled the sacred covenant, and in peace she will try and find those who can continue the next journey with her.  Until she is called again, until such a time she hears the Great Goddess summoning for her again.

One more step, she pushed herself.

As if to encourage her, a soft breeze gently touched her face.  She stopped, almost as if she was splashed with cold water in the middle of the night.

She raised her nose, allowing the smell to fill her senses.  A familiar scent.  She closed her eyes and took in more air.

"This scent."  Her heart pounded as if it wanted to burst through her chest.  "His scent."

Her eyes darted straight to where the tiny lights beckoned to her.

How many years has it been?  How long have they been apart?

The wind, her faithful messenger, had now brought to her a familiar scent.  One that smelled of home.  Her home.

"He is here," it said.

With effort, she took more steps towards the city.  Her body almost shaking as she calmed herself and focused on releasing the tension from her aching legs.  She had been directed to the right place.

She felt her heart swell, and she felt a force flowing up from the earth through her body, a renewed strength.

She knew his scent.  She knew it so intimately, and now she is breathing it again.  She remembered how it felt to be against his skin, remembered how strong his arms were, and how warm and deep the kisses they shared.

Her exhaustion from this journey to the City of Refuge left her.  It did not seem too long and too arduous now.

"He is here."  She whispered.

She took another step, pushed her body up the small hill and raised her head to see how much farther she needed to go.

She stopped as she saw an outline of a tall man waiting.

For once, everything was still.  Under the stars, under the sky waiting for a new moon to appear, the recognition was undeniable.

"Wa Su Nah."  It was his voice.

Not even her tears dared to fall.

Her lips parted but only a short, quiet sigh escaped from them.

She felt a smile form.  She closed her eyes, took in a long breath, and saw...

Their parting, his buried tears, his confusion, his battles, the pain and the injuries inflicted upon him.  She felt all of them.  She felt his anguish and his fears.  She saw the many battles he fought and what it took to overcome them.

She breathed out, still with her eyes closed, and saw...

His hands reaching up to the sky on a clear day, and his searching eyes on the nights he read the stars and wandered aimlessly with many moons passing.  She felt his strength and his courage, and the hope he carried with him.  She saw his spirit, bright and beautiful, as it has always been.  She felt his tenderness as he cared for those who sought his help, his fervency as he fought to save others.  She saw him in his pure, glorious form, and her whole being felt at peace.

She opened her eyes, bringing herself back to where she was - on the hill, by the City of Refuge with the man she loves waiting for her.

He started to walk towards her.

"Wa Su Nah."  He called her name again.

She smiled as he came to her.  She held out her arms to reach for him - a warrior like she was and is, her warrior.

One step more.

"I am here," she said.  "I am here."

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Storm Bringer, Bringer of Dawn


YouTube: "To Glory", Two Steps From Hell

"I need time," she told the Old Man as she struggled to stand up.

The rain continued to pour.  'It is unnatural,' she thought. It never rained when they took on each other to train.

Her teacher flicked a finger, and she was thrown back again, her body already battered from his attacks.

"Tell me, Young One," he said, "Will time wait for you?"

She felt her hands shake as she tried to push herself up again.

"You ask for time, you ask for understanding.  It is almost as if you are asking for mercy."  The tone was grating.

"I am not asking for mercy!" She fought back her tears.  The Old Man laughed. "I am NOT asking for mercy!"  She repeated as she crawled on fours.

"Then what do you want, Wa-Su-Nah?  What are you crying for?"

The tears fell as the rain fell.

She heard a distant song from home.

'Storm Bringer, Bringer of Dawn, carry the torch, carry on.  Storm Bringer, Bringer of Dawn, sing your song, carry on.  Sing the song in your heart, sing it long.  Storm Bringer, Bringer of Dawn.'

"You knew," she said.  "You knew it was going to happen!   Why only now?  Why just now when it's too late to save Her?"

"Is it too late?"

She took a handful of earth and tried to clear her mind.  Rage can be confusing.  Rage can be an enemy. "Is it not?" She shouted through the rain.

"Because all things must come to pass as they should pass, and because we - you and I - have the power to make our own choices," he answered.  "And because they have made their choices too."

"So we have to suffer because of them?  Our families have to die because of them?  We lose the Motherland because of them?"

"Every action will merit a consequence."

"Their actions will kill the Goddess."

She saw the quick narrowing of his eyes, and before she could take another breath, she was thrown into the air again.  'This is it,' her mind wandered.  'The end of this all.'  She felt her back hit something hard.  She was too weak to cry now.  All she has ever done was cry.  She wanted to stop crying.

"The Goddess retreats because She will bring forward the ills in this world.  To give birth, She must honor Her womb.  She must rest.  She must gather Her strength.  And while She rests, He must act.  He must do what He can to prepare for Her coming again."  He glided across the field and stood where she could clearly see his weathered face.  "You, of all people, know this."

"I..." She failed to find the words.

"She will not allow Her children to live among those who prey on Her goodness.  She will not allow Her children to suffer, and so will He.  There must always be balance, a time of reckoning," he said. "Did I not tell you this?"

"Purification," she whispered as she saw a lightning flash across the sky just above the two of them.

"Those who will not heed will know Her wrath."  He looked beyond the shores of Rapa Nui.  "She will take into account what She has lost, and what must be saved."

She closed her eyes.  "And no one can stop Her."

"Time will not wait for you, Young One," he said, his eyes still far away.  "Do not ask for it."

The rain suddenly stopped.

She blinked.  'Yes, of course,' she thought almost foolishly. 'He can control the elements, can alter the weather.'

"Stand up, Wa-Su-Nah."  The Old Man's voice was firm.  "Remember that you carry hope for Her."

She wiped her eyes, and anchored herself on the rock she fell on.  She stood up with shaking legs and took a deep breath.

"Stand up and fight for Her."

She moved her arms, a clockwise motion, then vacuumed the energy around her.

"Heal yourself."  He called out as he distanced himself from her, preparing for her attack.

A silver light burst out from her body as she anchored herself to the Earth and reached out to the Heavens.

"She heals as you heal," he continued.  "But you must fight when the time comes, because She will need you to defend Her and Her children."  

'Carry the torch, carry on.  Sing the song in your heart, sing it long.  Storm Bringer, Bringer of Dawn.'

"I am not alone!" she cried out.

"You are not."  He echoed.

She looked up and raised her arms to the sky.  There was no need for any incantation now.  She knew she just had to believe in it.

'Storm Bringer...'

A lightning flashed followed by a reverberating thunder that shook the entire island.  The rain fell again, sudden and heavier and angrier.  It was her this time.  It was her turn to control the elements, to let the Old Man know she understood her power.

She looked at her teacher.  She knew he was tired, and she knew he did not have much time left with her.

"Anger is good, let it fuel you."  He spoke to her in her thoughts.  "But do not let it destroy you."

She moved her arms again, counter-clockwise this time, then aimed at the Old Man.

He did not even move nor blink an eye, she saw.  He just gave her a sad smile.

A lightning struck the ground near her and split it open.  He nodded.

"Know She is always with you," he said.  "Then, Now, and in the next lifetimes."

A blinding light enveloped the small island, and all fell into a deep and deafening silence.

'...Bringer of Dawn.'