Posted April 28, 2009 at 14:07 (General)
The sound of the music could be heard by no others. Yet, all of nature danced in rhythm to it. She heard it as it called to her as the mighty ocean might roar its way to the shore, as gentle as the breeze carried the bloomed dandelion across the meadow. She heard it. She felt the ground quicken beneath her feet as she felt the heartbeat of the earth. The strength of the moon touched her face as she held up her hands giving thanks to the creator. She felt her veins pulse with the life force, awakened and cleansed once again. She was renewed.
This eve was her birthday, a celebration of her life; she had stepped into the sacred circle as she had done for over a millennium. She watched, as her past had played itself out, the strands of yesteryear weaved the tapestry of her life, offering her wisdom, knowledge and even regrets of what had not yet come.
In her youth the ritual had been shared with her brethren, few chose to be renewed alone without others to share their wisdom of the individual's purpose and learning. It had been important that others share their insights in order to help one become part of the whole and follow their destiny. But, now her race was no longer thriving and the few that were left were scattered among the universe, the beacon connecting her people was growing weaker with each passing year.
This ritual painfully reminded her of choice on that fateful day, the moment she alone scattered the female souls sending them far from harms way. She wanted to believe she had done the right thing, saving their souls from the destruction of one who would use them for evil, but none of her sister-kin those she had vowed to nurture and protect had found their way back.
Her race, her people, the immortals were dying. The males losing honor, the few females aching to hold a child within their arms, but it seemed only males were now being given and the female children that had been born unto them were loved, but had not been blessed with immortality and mothers could not bear to see their loving child wither and die. Nor did the ladies of light wish to risk a male born son's life over to ego and destruction.
Kneeling, she took a long breath and willed her heartbeat and lungs to slow down and return to their natural rhythms. She would sleep come the dawn and allow the memories of what the ritual had reawakened in her and then she would decide if her fate lay in the past or within the future. She would hope that the visions would prove useful instead of painful.
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