White Tigers and White Spiders/The Tale Continues….

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Photo taken in Costa Rica, near Poas Volcano. While in Costa Rica, I felt as close to paradise as I could imagine.  It was the inspiration for my novel.  I miss it every day…

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

by Cheryl Pennington

all rights reserved, artistic and written

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Welcome again.  As our tale continues, the visitors to the Garden grow more frequent as the Keepers of Dohman await the arrival of the first born human child to their world.  A beautiful female arrives with a strange traveling companion.  What does she know of the future for M’na and Fireann? What is the purpose of the beast at her side?  Read on to follow the unfolding of life on the world of Dohman…

XXIX  Eagna’s Journey

    Time was drawing nearer for the birth of the child in The Garden, so Eagna set out for Dohman.   Mother Inion had come to her in a vision, appearing to the gentle female as a great white spider. It did not frighten her for she knew her Mother’s Essence even in such a form. The Spider Mother advised Eagna that it was time to move toward the Garden and help to complete preparations with the couple there. It was not surprising to the wise female for she had been watching from her mirrored lake and knew M’na was now full with the child she carried.  She felt a great anticipation for this journey and a richness of Spirit for her purpose.   The details of her vision would be shared with the Mother of Dohman’s miracle when they met.

To prepare for her journey,  Eagna gathered all the gifts of her land, especially the various herbs she had come to know and appreciate; and these she stowed away with her personal belongings.  As a gift to the new child she picked fragrant sprigs of lavender; and with these blooms she would prepare an oil to use in the anointing ceremony that would follow its birth. She also tucked in some wild sage for purifying the place where the child would be born.  With these things done, Eagna stood and gazed across the field in wonder at the magnificent White Tigress which had curiously joined her a few cycles ago.  Mother Inion told her in the vision that the beast was to accompany her on this journey.  This did not surprise or frighten the wise female because she understood that all living things walked together in Spirit, thus she did not fear any beast that walked, swam or crawled upon Dohman.   The new companion was well received by its hostess for it was a fair journey to the land where the Garden flourished, and she felt relieved she would not have to make her way alone.  Of course she knew she was never alone in Spirit; but a companion in the physical was a greater comfort to one who had never traveled beyond the edges of her own world before now.  Soon she set out for Foirfeachta.
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‘Eagna gazed in wonder at the magnificent white tigress that had curiously joined her just a few cycles ago…’

  Together Eagna and the white beast would see many wonderful things on their journey, not the least of which was meeting other humans.  They soon stopped to rest at the home of Eolas.   There, in the comfort of kinship and the shadows of a dwindling fire, the Woman of Wisdom and the Keeper of Knowledge talked into the night about their purpose on Dohman and the eternal hope that lay in the coming of this child. Although this was their first meeting, the pair seemed drawn to one another as though they had been akin for a long time.  Neither had yet experienced the effects of the dark rift in the soul that seemed so important to repair; but then again, life was new yet and each had lived alone and untouched by darkness thus far. They agreed that it was important to trust the Creators because they were magnificent indeed to have made such a lovely world and placed the humans upon it.  Eagna felt a strong sense of familiarity with Eolas and he likewise with  her; and both were eager to  meet again. The Tigress dozed lazily during most of this visit, for she had dreams of her own…

   During her journey, Eagna passed through the land of cliffs and rocks where the Warrior resided but did not stop to meet Laoch this time, although she was well aware of his presence upon Dohman.  She knew for all could be seen and known through her window of water.  Instead, she made her bed beneath the safety of a large outcropping under the night sky with her sleek, white companion by her side to keep watch. And she had another watcher that night.  Laoch saw the pair as they entered his lands and knew she was on her way to the Garden.  Although at another moment he might have approached her,  something held him back.  He had only met one other female and that was M’na, and she had been with Fireann.  They had been together in a group. This female traveling alone might find his appearance threatening, and he wasn’t sure about that great white beast who slept at her feet. Laoch had never seen anything so lovely or mysterious;  and that night he slept on the ledge above them just so that he could watch her sleep… and be there, just in case she should need him.  He planned to keep vigil throughout the night but sometime near dawn he finally lost consciousness; and by the time he awoke beneath the already brightly lit skies, the female had awakened and moved onward and beyond his home. He decided to follow well behind, just in case that overly large tiger decided it had a hunger for a lovely breakfast. After all… what else did he have to do today?

  Laoch quickly caught up with the pair but kept a safe distance, for he did not want to startle them.  Little did he know that Eagna had been aware of his presence since he first settled himself upon the ledge to watch her sleep the previous night.  This stealthy Warrior did not frighten her because his presence had also been revealed in her vision.  ‘We shall allow him to play the role of protector’,  she thought as she smiled to herself.  Life was, after all, about each of us playing our roles and the story unfolding as it may.  Eagna reached down and scratched the top of her companion’s head. Its fur was soft and thick; and she could feel  its taught muscles relax as she trailed her fingers down around its cheek and tugged on its head.  Laoch watched these things in wonder and felt true admiration for this female who could walk with Tigers.

 

  When she caught sight of the thickening foliage,  Eagna knew she was nearing Foirfeachta.  They looked across a deep meadow surrounded by what seemed an endless forest of trees shooting upward to the heavens. Above them was a lush canopy of deep green, glistening with damp beneath the mid cycle sunlight.  Laoch dropped back and began his journey home to the cliffs. He knew the female would be safe once she reached The Garden.  Eagna smiled softly to herself as she felt his presence withdrawing; and with an eye on the woods ahead, she hurried onward to her destination.

 

 

XXX M’na’s Dream

 

   M’na had also experienced a dream….a strange dream of a splendid spider.  The enormous creature was brilliantly white; and the web she spun glistened with crystalline dewdrops.  Her legs reached from edge to edge of the glowing web in all directions; and when she spoke the silken threads vibrated gently.

 

“A Sister is coming to counsel you,” the She Spider said.  “The moment is very near for your child to be born. Welcome this and accept the offerings she brings. You must heed her gifts of Spirit as well, for they are sent to you from the Eternal Realm through our daughter, Eagna. There will be in her company a great white beast such as you have not yet seen.  Do not fear the beast for she, too, has a purpose, as do all that live on Dohman.”

  The spider’s voice began to fade away, overshadowed in her mind by a spasm, like a twinge, within her belly.  This awoke M’na from her sleep as she wondered if she had eaten too heavily the night before. Her appetite had been quite good lately, in fact better than that.  She gently stroked the their miracle and wondered….but the twinge got no worse and there were no more, so she began her day as usual and forgot about the pain…but not the dream.

    The child within her was very active, turning and stretching so that it was difficult for M’na to  stand so easily or move about at will.  She expressed some impatience to Fireann who only smiled and told her to rest for awhile.  After all, she had been working constantly for so many cycles, doing and redoing things in their shelter.  Already there was a small place for the child to lie and there were clean skins that Eolas left.  There was an abundance of food, the creeks ran freely and there were dried fronds to repair the shelter if the rains came.  He assured his fretting companion there was no need to worry.  She usually ignored him as she happily moved about, singing to herself, radiant and more desirable to Fireann’s heart than ever before. Today, however, she listened to her companion and made a place to sit in the shade of their favorite tree.   There she could meditate upon her dream and consider this strange female that was coming with a great beast at her side.

 

 

  Eventually M’na shared her dream with Fireann, expecting him to pass it off as worry.  To her delight he was amazed, but not surprised; nor did he doubt her word.  There were more miracles on Dohman than he could imagine, he told her, and he did not fear harm in any way. How innocent and unaffected they were..  He was glad, however, to have to been forewarned about the beast, having never seen a white tiger before.  Fireann had seen many other tigers since his birth upon this world, many countless beautiful and mighty beasts that walked upon its ground. These thoughts caused him to pause and consider the weapons he had hidden safely away beneath the boards of their new shelter. They had never feared any beast,  so he chose not to at this time either.  He carefully hid these weapons beyond M’na’s view, so as not to alarm her.  All creatures on their world had been her companions before he arrived.   He didn’t want the weapons either, really, but their new friend Laoch assured him they were a necessary precaution; but only a precaution, for there was no threat to their world. Not yet anyway.

 

     Fireann worked along the wooded fringes of the Garden, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their guests.  All morning he labored, using the new tools he and Eolas fashioned, to cut away tangled vines and branches and making a decent path for their guests to pass through.  Since they neither came nor went this way themselves, the earth quickly overtook the old path he made when the males visited.   When the sun was reaching its peak in the sky, he had nearly completed this task and began to wonder if, indeed, anyone was truly coming. Perhaps M’na was simply so anxious about the coming birth that she had misunderstood the message in her dream.  Perhaps the dream had come from too much food.  He grinned to himself at that thought.

  Pausing to wipe the sweat from his brow he looked up and across the meadow where he caught a first glimpse of them as they approached.  He squinted to be certain, for the pair appeared not to walk upon the ground.  Instead, they seemed to simply drift towards the Garden, as though floating rather than walking.  No breeze stirred the grasses beneath their feet, yet the female had flowing golden hair that blew out behind her in long strands, such as he had never seen before.  M’na’s locks were dark as his own, as were that of both males who came to visit.  How different, and yet how lovely, he thought. The white beast pacing itself beside her maintained a steady gait, never ahead but not behind, almost in perfect step with its companion.  As they neared where he stood, gaping, Fireann shielded his eyes against the bright light of the high sun, and was able to more clearly make out the female’s features. He could see great beauty and strength in her countenance, and her stride exuded a gentle confidence.

   Eagna raised an arm in greeting and waved, but with the other hand she kept a firm grip upon her companion’s fur, not certain how it would respond to someone new. Fireann returned the gesture with a wave of his own hand, relieved that this wasn’t an apparition or the fantasy of his mate who anxiously awaited the birth of their child. As Eagna neared Fireann, he saw the radiant light in her eyes, and knew instantly that she was truly sent by the Creators.  She extended her hand to him and he took it in his own, then lifted it to his lips in a gesture of gratitude as he kissed it gently.

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Spirit Animals/My Art

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Spirit Animals

About 10 years ago, I began a journey of great transformation within.  There were many forces guiding me on this path, through words, art, music and the essence of nature.  I learned to accept-and expect-the miracles the universe and Spirit had for me each moment.  A great part of this process was learning to turn to the natural world for wisdom and inspiration.  Our Native American ancestors understood this and theirs was a remarkable kinship with their world.  

In my quest to find “myself”, the me that was lying dormant and restless deep within my soul, I reached out to the written word.  I read everything from ghost stories to alien intervention, earth and elemental magic to religious doctrine, past lives to lucid dreaming and beyond.  Still I could read on and on and be enriched.  So many ideas, so many “truths” and so much curiosity that we humans possess in our desire to know ourselves and Great Spirit on a more personal and intimate level. 

When I was studying animal wisdom I had many dreams in which animal totems appeared to me, as well as in my daily life.  Turtle has always been in, with and around me.  When I took the time to study its ways things became much more clear to me.  This piece of art that you see is the result of those animals whose presence in my time of healing and awakening made the most impact.  They represent my emerging understanding of who I was.  Since that time I have continued to have encounters and love affairs with the animals that exist all around us. 

Is there any creature within the living world around us that is present in your world commonly?  Do you see a certain animal or insect more often than others?  Perhaps there is a message within its life for you.  Messages from Spirit come in many forms.  I feel we must each seek those messages in ways that we can accept.  For some it is angels, some see loved ones who have passed, while many observe and study all of life around them in an attempt to connect to the All That Is.  I don’t believe it matters which way you seek, only that you do indeed seek-seek to know yourself better, improve your relationship with the Essence of Life, and reach out to the All That Is in whatever way you can. 

For excellent information on Spirit Animals and their meaning in our lives, I recommend books by Ted Andrews.  You can find information at dragonhawkpublishing.com/Ted%20Andrews.htm

or

http://www.amazon.com/Ted-Andrews/e/B000APER2W

Two of his original works are Animal Speak and Animal Wise, both very good reference materials for animal wisdom.

This is the ultimate message in my novel.  Although is is a work of fiction, I have tried to pull from the deepest human experiences I can so that anyone might be able to relate. These are not my personal tales, but they are the tales of humankind from its very inception.  I am sharing another chapter here.   My story may seem slow at first, as are many things;  but life is speeding up for the inhabitants of Dohman.  Before the end of my story, it will seem to be spinning madly for the humans born of the need to love and be loved.

May you all have a beautiful weekend. 

Cheryl

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

XXVI  A Time to Learn
The Garden couple was advised of their new neighbors on Dohman, created as Mentor, Guide, Companion and Protector. Bandia explained their presence first as one of kinship, but that secondly, since now there was to be new life-along with eternity’s hope-born within the physical world, it would essential to keep it safe.  M’na and Fireann were confused.  Safe?  ‘From what?’, they wanted to know.  Neither had yet experienced the pain of separation or felt the emptiness that it left; neither had they been aware of the darkness which had arisen within one of the Eternal Realm’s own children, and which continued to be a concern there.  This remained a possible threat to all that they hoped to accomplish.

  (Bandia considered revealing the events of Mac an Mor’s rise to consumptive power and the subsequent destruction of his daughter, but this was not the time to plant fear within the hearts of her beloved children.  After the infant arrived safely there would be time…meanwhile they would accept the gifts of friendship and knowledge shared by their new neighbors when they ventured into the garden.)

 

  M’na had grown large with the life forming in her belly and was getting impatient for this child to be born.  How long must she wait to welcome this miracle?  She kept busy by preparing their home and making a special place for it to sleep.

 

Eolas soon arrived at  the Garden so that he could show its Keepers how to make tools for building and helped to prepare an enclosed place for the family to live. Eolas was very gifted in the task of building and was eager to share his knowledge, but M’na and Fireann were confused. They had always lived and slept under the open sky and wondered why they should be asked to change this way of life now.  How could they know what was to come, for how could anyone know that which was unknowable? Still, it did not prevent the Mothers from planning.  Everything would be prepared for.  Eolas was wise as he sought to ease their concerns, “Your world is a peaceful one, my friends. There is nothing here on Dohman which presents a threat to any living thing.  For now we must appreciate this gift; but it does not stop us from preparing for things which may come to pass.  Just as the winds change and the skies may bend the grasses with their fury, so might come a day when our own strength is tested beneath the fury of that which is beyond our control.”  Fireann understood, even in his innocence, for his subconscious mind saw a flicker of the vision that was his at the moment of his birth. It would be as the Realm desired and M’na wanted only what was best for her world.

 

  Fireann, always an excellent gatherer, had never before known the desire to hunt any living thing for food.  The first time he saw Eolas hunting with a spear made  from wood, he was both horrified and awestruck.  Knowing that his beloved M’na could easily take form as one of the animals caused him not a small measure of concern now that he saw this new danger. He had so many questions for his friend,  “Eolas, do the Creators know that you eat the other living creatures of our world?”

 

  Eolas found this truly amusing since killing for food was the first act he performed after rising upon Dohman. The idea that anyone could live on the fruits and growths of the vine alone was amazing to him, although now that he saw the garden, he could understand how it was possible. There was so much more that flourished here, so many trees, vines and plants he had not known until now.  Stifling a chuckle and placing a hand on Fireann’s broad shoulder he replied, “My friend, it was my Creator who gave me this knowledge. Where I live, there is not so much food that grows on the vine or tree that I can find sufficient sustenance from them alone. When I consume another creature it is only for sustaining my life.  I stalk it in its own way, becoming one with its movements and finding its Spirit.  It knows what is to come and many times we have a great dance before I finally succeed in overcoming its own power. I offer prayers for its Spirit to be returned to the All that Is before I accept its Essence into my own.  See how they live in me.”  He lifted a muscled arm upward, flexing it so that the sinewy lines were more distinct.  “I have the strength of many beasts. They are with me always.  I can swim like the water beasts and run with the speed of the yellow-eyed ones that hunt at night and sleep on their lazy haunches in the daytime. These are their gifts to me. ”

 

 Seeing the wide eyed look of wonder on Fireann’s face, Eolas was again forced to choke back his laughter before he added, on a more serious note,  “It is very important that you choose your prey wisely.  It is not  against the will of spirit to kill a living beast for your own survival, for it is the way within their own world; but, you must use every part of the creature whose life you are taking.  And you must know that its essence becomes a part of you, and so honor that gift .”

 

  Eolas drew from his side a pouch, long and tanned with brown hair across it.  From inside this pouch he withdrew a long bone, rubbed round at one end. Its surface was smooth and yellowed. The other end was pointed; and he went to where a tree was fallen, striking the hard surface with this tool.  Instantly the hard surface was split.  He then wedged it deeper into the wood and struck it with a large rock until, soon enough, the one piece of wood became two. “This was a gift from my swift friend, the great yellow beast.  We met on the edge of the forest many times, but never shared the need to dance until one gray morning when I was unable to find small beasts for my meal.  I found his leavings as soon as I entered the sparse forest, and he was wasteful.  So many had been killed to appease his thirst for blood.  I could smell his approach and Spirit spoke to me.  It was time to share his energy.  When I looked up, he was standing close enough to fall upon me, but he didn’t.  As soon as our eyes met we both knew what was to be.  He wanted to live so turned and fled; and although he gave me a fair chase, at last he died as greatly as he had lived.  His hide now covers my dwelling, to cool it from the sun.  There are not so many tall trees as here.”  Eolas lifted a finger to the lush, dripping canopy over their heads and shrugged; but seeing the look of sorrow that crossed his new friend’s face, he sought to comfort, “Don’t look so sorrowful.  I am very happy in my home.  And I am your friend.  We must keep counsel for many cycles before the child arrives. There are things which you need to learn.”

 

  Fireann’s heart was glad of this, for he enjoyed Eolas’s company. Something about having the other male there kept him from feeling so foreign in his own home.  All of M’na’s preparations for the new life which would soon arrive seemed to consume most of her attention,  at the same time pushing him to the fringes of his own life.  With so much to do, worry became a new sensation for the Father of Dohman; and he made sure to express his concerns about the hunting ritual.  “We must explain your hunting ways to our M’na, for if ever she is out again…”  Fireann shuddered to think of his beloved, dropped from the blue skies by an arrow through her tiny beating heart.

 

  Eolas patted his new friend on the shoulder. “We will tell all, my friend.  But surely you must understand that as the Daughter and Keeper of the Dohman, she possesses a great intuition.  She would never be taken in this way; and, after all, she is immortal..” He smiled a broad grin as they sauntered off and began another project. Eolas continued his visits, staying for many cycles at a time, for the journey to Foirfeachta was a long one. Together the males built a shelter for the Garden Family as well as another for the visitor to use when he came. Eolas never ceased to be amazed by the Garden, with its perfect beauty and perpetual sense of peace, its inhabitants so very innocent yet undeniably strong.

 

He pondered their innocence and trust.  Perhaps Knowledge provoked a sense of weakness…which would most certainly bring forth fear.  In this place they feared nothing, so dedicated were they to their purpose and so trusting of the Creators.  It always filled Eolas with great comfort to be in their presence.  Perhaps one day he would take Fireann on a hunt with him.
The other new arrivals to Dohman were also instructed to visit the Garden, each in their own time, and were given a specific purpose for making the journey.   Laoch would go to the Garden next, and he would understand his purpose once he arrived.  This Mother Bandia had assured him; yet on the long journey to the Garden he contemplated what he could possibly offer to this family. They were the Original Creation, after all.

  Laoch spent his own days making tools from stone and finishing his own home, deep within a cave he discovered atop a cavernous hillside among the cliffs-a cave suitable for a dwelling.  He hunted and fished for his food, explored his lands, knew every grain of sand that covered the desert and every manner of rock which lay within it.  He learned which creatures were for eating and which should be avoided if not destroyed, and how to go about that grim task if necessary.  Still he felt inadequate in the shadow of the Keepers of his world.  He was very glad for his life on Dohman, but often the Warrior felt the emptiness of a life yet unrealized, as though something was left undone inside him.  In spite of this emptiness,  he had great faith in the Creators-had faith that their wisdom was beyond his own, and found comfort in knowing he was a part of the All that Is, whatever that part turned out to be.

 

   He kept his promise and made the journey to Foirfeachta, leaving behind the sands of comfort he had come to know.  As he neared the land of Foirfeachta,  the only world he had known began to change drastically. What was already green and flourishing became lush, wet and more alive somehow than anything he had ever seen in his dry land.  Cool breezes brushed his dark skin; and, although the sun above felt warm on his face, it was not the blazing heat that scorched his own home.  It was like taking a cool drink from the river.  Laoch’s heart became very light as he approached the edge of The Garden where he soon spotted a figure near the tree-lined clearing.  He watched curiously as this figure began tugging at leafy branches from the tree which stood nearest what appeared to be a path. The other looked up, now aware of the Warrior’s approach; and Laoch could now see that this was a tall male, one who quickly flashed a broad, welcoming grin that would become a familiar welcome to his soul.  The Warrior felt an instant sense of connection to this Father of human existence; and Fireann felt the same connection toward the Warrior, in spite of the rough exterior of the massive form approaching him through the clearing.

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