Posted April 30, 2009 at 10:54 (General)
Gaia felt the cool dampness of the forest beneath her feet as she walked towards her new home. She had been led to this place by spirit, only a few weeks earlier, yet she still felt restless. She was not looking forward to her life contemplation, she had done all she could in service to the creator and humanity yet she did not feel the contentment within her heart that she once had as keeper of souls. For centuries she had felt as if some important part of her had been ripped away and that possibly in her need to protect she had destroyed the innocent souls. Something within told her they existed and she would unite them because she would feel their death. She couldn't quite understand or even explain how she knew, but she knew. She had decided she would confront the council with this feeling of incompleteness, for it had continued too long. And, she was concerned this would become a barrier in her life of service.
The dawn was beginning to bloom, the fragrance of flowers and sea salt were stirring in the breeze. She inhaled their scent, as she did, there was the scent of another she captured. She stilled her body, demanded her heart quiet its beating as she scanned for his presence.
"Hello Warren, what animal brings you out at this hour?" Gaia raised her brow in question. Warren Foster was renowned for wildlife photography, documentaries, published works and conservation techniques.
Warren leisurely stepped out of the forest hammock as he spoke. "You brought me, I heard the call of the dance, your creation celebration. As with our people, those that are within distance come together to share and honor."
"Warren, I thought you had long ago put aside the ways of our people. I thought you had forsaken us."
"Never have I forsaken our people, but felt alone far too long. So I chose to walk the solitary path until the creator called me home. I was tempted by the demon within, but my honor and my duty held me bound. And as yet, the demon struggles for release and the creator allows me to wander."
He bowed at the waist, his head slightly raised, his eyes keeping contact with hers. "I honor your creation and join your celebration."
Gaia could feel the tears pool within her eyes. More than a century of life celebrations had passed without the companionship of her kind. She bowed in reverence, "I accept your insights and wisdom of my life's path."
She reached out her hand to him and their fingers entwined. "I am exceptionally glad Warren that you are still among us."
"You are still not joined?" Gaia asked quietly as they strode up the steps to her small porch.
They sat on the swing without stopping their conversation.
"I am not. I hold to the teachings of our ancestors that each of us was a soul divided and our other half exists to bring us balance, harmony and completion of purpose. Yet, we became so fragmented when the ego came upon us, I struggle to fight the ego of doubt, that my mate may not exist."
"You know that she must, for the creator has not taken you into his keeping."
"But there is something else, something I do not quite understand.
"What is it Warren," she said as she lightly touched his arm with kind affection.
"There is a woman I am somehow connected to. I was searching for her when I sensed your celebration. I first saw her three years ago. She was in a refugee camp in Ethiopia. I was traveling in a small plane when we went over the area, and I felt my heart beat awaken within me, like a drum within my ears. I ordered the pilot to turn around and land the plane, but when I got back to the camp she was gone. I picked up her scent, and her essence, I asked those around who she was, where I could find her. They said her name was "Ash" and she would be returning. Those in the camp knew her well, they talked of her growing up, her family, I could touch the images of her as a child within their minds.
I had felt such a strong pull towards her, yet these people were adamant they knew her, so I fought with my entire being the need to run after her. So I waited. For three days I waited, yet she did not return. Then the heart ceased beating as suddenly as it had started. It was then I knew she belonged to me."
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