Traces by Cheryl Pennington Tracing the rim of your glass with your fingers, you told me about your life, filling my mind with thoughts of escape. Tracing the lines of my body with your gentle hands, you awakened the passion that slumbered beneath a cloak of fear. Tracing the tears as they slid down my cheeks, you coldly walked away, leaving me to consider all that I wanted. Tracing your footprints, I followed your voice, With colors flying I sped to your side, Upon my white horse quickly bartered for love. Tracing life’s highways with the call of your heart … Continue reading Traces/Poetry

Whispers and Feathers

 Whispers and Feathers Feathers Feathers have been a significant part of my life for many years now; so it is not surprising to me that I feel such an affinity for birds.  It is rather like the chicken or the egg conundrum for me, however.  I believe birds to be messengers from the other worlds and am not certain if feathers brought birds eventually or if the birds were there all along and perhaps they left the feathers to draw my attention to their magnificence.  At any rate, they have become a symbol to me, one that inspires me to … Continue reading Whispers and Feathers

The Lights Before Christmas

The Lights Before Christmas ‘Twas the week before Christmas and Dad understood The magical spell of the glow in the ‘hood. Each lawn was ablaze with twinkling lights While billowing Santas danced with delight. Mama was ready to jump in the car And cruise back in time where sweet memories are. As they slowly rode up and down every street She could scarcely sit still in the warmth of her seat Her mind racing  back to the time she was young The trees they’d adorned and the stockings they’d hung Singing Christmas Carols as they sat on the floor Using … Continue reading The Lights Before Christmas

The Call to Ceremony…Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion by Cheryl Pennington all rights reserved While Foirfeachta welcomes the miracle, another is summoned to begin a journey…a journey to join the celebration of hope.  As prepares, the Creators celebrate in the Realm and make ready for the sanctification.  But first, a visit must be made… XXXIII  Celebration In the Realm There was much rejoicing in the Eternal Realm, so full of Love were all the Creators for this new addition and for what it represented.  Even Ar’tine seemed greatly pleased; but he secreted the true source of his joy, for now they could focus on returning his beloved As’me to … Continue reading The Call to Ceremony…Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

Night of Transformation…..the Miracle Child Comes


Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

When we left the Garden of Foirfeachta, the little group there had just settled in to sleep for the night;, but as the full moon bathes the clearing in silvery light, their world is about to change….

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

by Cheryl Pennington

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XXXII Night of Transformation
   As all else on the world of Dohman lay sleeping, the still blanket of darkness over the garden of Foirfeachta was suddenly ripped open by an agonizing scream. Everyone  became instantly alert, rubbing their eyes and starting from their places of rest.  But where did the sound come from?  Before they had recovered from the shock of the rude awakening, another scream shattered the dark silence. This one left no doubt in anyone’s mind.  It was M’na.   Wild thoughts filled everyone’s minds at once; and although the sound had come from her own throat, it took the female who now sat upright clutching her belly a moment to realize that it was she herself who had screamed.  How long she had lain there next to Fireann drifting in and out of sleep she was not certain; but eventually she began to have the same aching pain below that she had felt in the early morning.  She hoped that once again it would subside; but this time it continued-and worsened.  The first few spasms came at great length from one another;  but now they came frequently, one upon another, until finally it was as one great, long cramping that gripped her entire lower body.  Long into the night had she lain there, trying to ignore it as it  worsened. It  felt as though something were wound tightly around her belly, and growing tighter all the time. Her mind darted to the serpents she had seen wrapping themselves around their wriggling meals.  How she felt for those poor creatures at this moment!  Her mind grasped for something safe to cling to.

  The child! Something must be wrong. What had she done wrong?  She felt so much pain.  Her logical mind sought the answer.  M’na had eaten foods that did not agree with her now and then, causing a similar feeling; but this, this was nearly unbearable. Feeling the next wave of pain roll over her, she screamed again in terror and anguish.  Fireann was no longer groggy as he stared into the face of agony beside him.  Terror gripped his insides at the sound of his companion’s cries.  He had no idea what to do to help his beloved. She was sitting up, stroking her body as though to soothe the child, and she began rocking back and forth as she sobbed.  He reached out to soothe her, touching her body where their child lay, and recoiled slightly at the feel of her skin, so taut and hot.  She cried out in pain again, this time pleading for the life of her child. “Mother, pleease.…sa…save my chiiild!”

  Now it was Eagna who hurried in to kneel next to M’na. Although no one had yet experienced the birth of a human child, she had keenly observed the animals in her land as they gave birth so that she could help the daughter of Eternity when her time came to deliver their miracle; but when is one ever completely prepared for the unknown?  She knew she had been created for such things; and without hesitation,  the Female of Wisdom knelt next to a trembling M’na, who frantically rocked back and forth on her bed, moaning and continuing to clutch her unborn child and feeling as though someone were putting the coals of their fire to her lower body. She only wanted to sleep; and she fought the urge to relieve herself right upon her place of rest. M’na tried to rise to her feet, and Eagna pushed her gently, but firmly, back down onto the bed.

  Fireann climbed around his suffering companion to join Eagna where they now both knelt in service to the mother of his child. His mind was also grappling with wild questions.  Why was this female holding his beloved down?  Why did she not allow her to rise?  Perhaps if she could just walk, he thought.. But in his own wisdom he kept silent, for surely Eagna knew more than he did.  It was why she had come, after all.

 Just beyond the doorway, under the moonlit sky, a different miracle was unfolding.  The muscular white tiger awoke at the first sounds of M’na’s cries, then yawned and stretched as she gazed up at the fullness of the glowing moon. The beast got quietly to her feet and sauntered towards the doorway that led into the shelter.  As she climbed the steps, there came a soft growling from her throat.  Although the sounds were low, the tiger’s presence soon became obvious to M’na and Fireann who felt a new wave of fear rising in their chests.  Both looked to the Eagna for comfort;  but their guest watched the beast as though transfixed.  She gazed directly into the watery gray eyes of the big cat even as it ascended the steps; and her chin dropped open in awed wonder as she watched the transformation which began to take place there in the light of the full moon that filtered through the opening where she now stood.

   M’na screamed again;  but neither Eagna nor Fireann, who was only now fully aware of the spectacle taking place in the doorway to his shelter, could take their eyes off of the great cat who was rising upon her hind legs.  Soft ripples slid down her body as her chest began to elongate and her front paws lengthened, melting into long, slender arms.  The massive white, furry chest began to shrink, then briefly to blanket full, shapely breasts before the hair fell away to reveal smooth, human skin.  The thick tuft of white beard on the tigress’s face withdrew into a gentle curving chin as furry cheeks flattened to sharp, high cheekbones with a full blush of pink upon them. The female’s skin glistened as though covered in dew.  Great lengths of black locks fell around the gentle curve of her shoulders; and as she strode into the shelter, the tiger’s legs evaporated into long, muscular, but very feminine legs. As they stretched across the floor, her clawed paws transformed into gentle, sloping feet that gingerly stepped toward the astounded trio where she stopped and looked upon the suffering M’na.

  M’na, who had momentarily been lost in horrified wonder, was now abruptly molested by another searing pain.  She gazed upward, transfixed, at the only thing which remained of the white tiger that had been-those watery, deep gray eyes that looked lovingly and comfortingly into her own.

   Eagna would long recall that these eyes were steely and gentle at the same time. Jolted from her shock by M’na’s new cries, the kneeling female quietly arose and hurried to the shelter where she had been sleeping only moments before.  Glancing around, she pulled the leather blanket from her own bed and, quickly returning to the others, threw it about the shoulders of the exposed  female.

  The fully transformed figure of Naofa grasped the edges of the skin with her newly formed fingers and drew the length of it around her naked body.  Eagna knew of Naofa’s existence but never imagined she had been traveling with Dohman’s Sacred Sorceress. She had so many questions and she saw them all etched in the wonder on Fireann’s face as he gawked at the newly transformed human standing beside him..

  There was no time for such things now, for M’na was writhing upon the bed and beginning to thrash about as all attention became focused on her suffering. She suddenly felt abandoned, alone, and somehow being punished by some unknown terror.  Her weakened mind raced with strange ideas.  How unfair!  She thought Mor loved Its creations, forgave them, and eased their suffering. What was this thing that was happening to her now? And why?

  Instinctively, Eagna and Fireann made an opening between them as Naofa knelt beside M’na, placing her hands on the young female’s shoulders. This mere touch brought instant relief to the searing fire in her back and lower body.  When she began to speak, the voice of Naofa filled the room as wind in the trees, soothing them all while commanding the hysterical mother.

  “M’na, you must be still.  This is your time of birthing Dohman’s miracle into our world.  I have come to ensure its safe arrival.  I was called to care for and protect you during its passage.” Her words, although spoken as encouragement, had a distinct air of authority in them; and none dared protest. Even with some relief and Naofa’s words of support,  M’na continued to thrash about on her bed.

  Clearly now Fireann was in pain along with her as he shifted on his knees uneasily, pleading with their new guest.  “Please, if you can do it, let me take this pain for her.  I don’t know what to do now. I feel so helpless. Why does she not calm? Surely something is gone wrong with the child!”

  Naofa took Fireann’s hands and led him to sit behind M’na’s head.  Then she guided them gently to rest on his companion’s temples, no small task as she writhed in pain.   Still, the Sorceress forced him to hold them firmly in place,  with her own hands covering his as she looked deeply into Fireann’s eyes. He felt pulled into those oceans of gray, like being drawn under a wave, unable to do anything but succumb to its power.

“Now you can share her experience and so ease her fears,” the Sorceress whispered.

  Suddenly he felt a searing in his gut and bands of heat rolled around his waist as fiery coals crawled across his lower back.  The pain was frightening, and his own fear was matched by that of his beloved.  He instinctively jerked his hands to remove them; but then his eyes fell upon those of M’na.  He saw great dark circles full of helpless confusion as she tried to stay afloat in her sea of pain. Instantly he found the surface once more.  Naofa pressed her hands on his gently, nodding at him, for she knew he was beginning to understand.  Relaxing his body, he pressed his own hands firmly against M’na’s temples and leaned close to her, as he gazed into those pleading eyes. Yes, blue sky was what she needed now and would be what she saw in the face that hovered over her own.  Blue skies, with no pain…

  “I am with you in all things,” he assured her.  “I will not leave your side.  We are all here to help you. Our child is coming!”  A gentle smile found its way to his lips, and between spasms M’na nodded and gave her own weak smile in return.  With Fireann working to distract his companion,  Naofa returned to kneel beside the bed next to Eagna and placed her hands a short distance above M’na’s twisting body.   She began rubbing them together slowly, steadily, as the others waited breathlessly for the next miracle to unfold.  Suddenly, a spark flashed between her palms, followed by a tiny orb of light.  As she slowly pulled her hands apart, the tiny orb grew wider as she stretched it into a thin line that measured the distance between them.  She leaned in toward the band of light and blew into it gently.  It began to swirl as it spun itself into a ball of sparkling energy, flickering and dancing above the struggling M’na. Naofa continued to guide the ball so that it hovered directly above M’na’s belly as she instructed the female,  “Turn your eyes to the light, Daughter, and you will no longer feel the pain within your body. Think of only this Light, for it represents Eternity, which is with you-and in you-now.  This will make your experience more bearable until the child is with us.”

Sorrow Finds M’na…the Tale of Darkness Told

Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion by Cheryl Pennington Copyright As Eagna prepares the Mother-to-be for the challenge ahead, she unveils the truth of the darkness which lies within the seat of the soul.  A story is told…and it shakes the Mother of Dohman from her world of safe feelings, awakening the voices that lie within her own place of emptiness and yet strengthening her resolve to bring perfection to humankind with the birth of her child….. Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion by Cheryl Pennington Eagna arrives in Foirfeachta where Fireann and M’na eagerly await the arrival of their first-born, the … Continue reading Sorrow Finds M’na…the Tale of Darkness Told