Dream - Heartfire.
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witchscauldronI am walking out of a city, out of a tangle of concrete, and bricks, and metal pipes. I feel like I'm being pushed, pulled, twisted...it's confusing. I am not running, but I should be. Everything here is dirty, scungy...there is something unpleasant in the air, a bitter, metallic smell that burns my nose.
My feet meet grass....I stop and throw off my boots, to plunge forward into the verdant beyond barefoot. It is cool...the skies suddenly meet trees, as my feet find ferns and roots and leaves. I slow my pace and breathe moist, rain-soaked air, seeing the sun only as a dim, green-tinted orb peeking between swaying canopy. Everything is viridian, air and water and earth.
I walk a while, hearing over distance the call of a horn, some vague song echoing eerie. I am in no hurry now, feeling a weight off my back. Feathers flare, freely, but are translucent grey, like smoke, from my shoulders. There and not. I stop and pick up a small leaf, rub it across my forehead - it reveals a crescent moon.
I come to a small hollow - a dent in the earth, really - where a few people are staring puzzled at a small opening in the center. Each of them has a piece of stone in their hand - clear crystals, not flawless, but beautiful, and in different shapes. They are all trying to make them come to life, somehow...to open this hole in the ground. There is a dim flicker in the hearts of the stones, but they cannot seem to make them "work".
I approach quietly, and at first they are afraid, and nervous I will hurt them. I can feel a rumbling in my heart, sounding in time with the distant horn. My feet barely touch the ground as I walk, lifted by wings of air and spirit. I kneel reverently at the opening, and am given one of the crystals. I cradle its traditional crystal-shape in my hands, and whisper a few notes of the far-off song...and it flares to life, flashing richly in blue-green. I set it down to the North, and take the next stone. It is filled with tiny holes, but too awakens, glowing. I set it to the East. The last stone, a round orb with subtle layers, like a pearl too comes alive, and I set it in the West.
I gaze down the depths of the hole in the earth. I sense something deep within it, and I..breath? it upwards, gently drawing it out with my voice. It comes up in tendrils, like water-laden wind, and I look at myself to see that my heart is glowing through my skin, blue-green. It is as if I am one of the stones. The people smile at me, as I take each of their hands in turn, and pass on the heart-fire.
I awake.
My feet meet grass....I stop and throw off my boots, to plunge forward into the verdant beyond barefoot. It is cool...the skies suddenly meet trees, as my feet find ferns and roots and leaves. I slow my pace and breathe moist, rain-soaked air, seeing the sun only as a dim, green-tinted orb peeking between swaying canopy. Everything is viridian, air and water and earth.
I walk a while, hearing over distance the call of a horn, some vague song echoing eerie. I am in no hurry now, feeling a weight off my back. Feathers flare, freely, but are translucent grey, like smoke, from my shoulders. There and not. I stop and pick up a small leaf, rub it across my forehead - it reveals a crescent moon.
I come to a small hollow - a dent in the earth, really - where a few people are staring puzzled at a small opening in the center. Each of them has a piece of stone in their hand - clear crystals, not flawless, but beautiful, and in different shapes. They are all trying to make them come to life, somehow...to open this hole in the ground. There is a dim flicker in the hearts of the stones, but they cannot seem to make them "work".
I approach quietly, and at first they are afraid, and nervous I will hurt them. I can feel a rumbling in my heart, sounding in time with the distant horn. My feet barely touch the ground as I walk, lifted by wings of air and spirit. I kneel reverently at the opening, and am given one of the crystals. I cradle its traditional crystal-shape in my hands, and whisper a few notes of the far-off song...and it flares to life, flashing richly in blue-green. I set it down to the North, and take the next stone. It is filled with tiny holes, but too awakens, glowing. I set it to the East. The last stone, a round orb with subtle layers, like a pearl too comes alive, and I set it in the West.
I gaze down the depths of the hole in the earth. I sense something deep within it, and I..breath? it upwards, gently drawing it out with my voice. It comes up in tendrils, like water-laden wind, and I look at myself to see that my heart is glowing through my skin, blue-green. It is as if I am one of the stones. The people smile at me, as I take each of their hands in turn, and pass on the heart-fire.
I awake.
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Date: 2005-06-23 01:36 am (UTC)Will you share what you think it means? : )
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Date: 2005-06-23 07:48 am (UTC)