Children of the Earth: Part II

Children of the Earth

Part II

It is the night of Candlemas, the festival of light prevailing over darkness. The witch Denizia is faithful to the post with her fairy guardian Mörhygan. With her considerable brown hair that falls like a waterfall cascading down her silky pale back and with the soft caresses of the moons silver rays. The Lady Witch and Fairy Guardian are in union with invisible naked light.

Like a hummingbird, Mörhygan overlooks the head of her protected Denizia. Holding her arms crossed in front of a pyramid of lanterns that bring a woman's attributes to light, curves orange dancing along her opal body. Contrasting the light blue-silver of the moon, painted with the brush of night on her lower back and firm muscles of the back of her legs, the front of her body baths in the light of glowing candles illuminating golden reflections. The lady is worthy of its Goddess Brigid. This body becomes the canvas of night and day. Corporeal harmonies are suitable for cold colors and those lights caressing the bare skin with velvet adorned with gold and copper. Thus split between day and night, communion takes place all along the benchmarks of the female devotee visited by divine grace.

This is the site of ancestral Promising, White Magic of the Celestial Order. Mörhygan the fairy guardian, remains confident that Denizia will carry the heavenly expectations. On this sacred place, Dame Denizia’s pagan ancestors built this greenhouse, tight from the whims of the seasons. In this secret garden, this green oasis is bathed in moonbeams. Its windows embroidered with the sprays of metal worthy illuminated artisans dating from the last century art nouveau period, invite the foster-mother's touch, with light waves her beloved children.

On her throne of granite on which the vines of old are forgotten, Brigid feel the sweet breath of her devoted priestess of Mother Earth. The emerald green eyes of the Goddess of fertility are wet with joy at this wave that rises in her. The same joy she expressed during time the golden age of women on Earth: The Witches!

But this time, Brigid was at its peak. Regardless of divinity, she can feel the fervor of their believers today.

Then, like a foreseen coincidence, Brigid looks up at the apparition that materializes at her side. These are her companions of earlier ages: Ditratos, the Ranger-Mage and Yuna the fairy rebel. The famous mirror reflects the image of the Goddess, when Ditratos moves towards her, “Very Revered Goddess, our intervention is not meant as an eruptive point directive or no respect, especially on this Holy Night of Imbolc!” The Goddess Brigid responds to his address, “I know, dear friends, I felt at the moment! A new recruit from Earth feeds me her word! Her dreams are ripe fruit and good workmanship! Your simple visit here at the time of Candlemas land adds to the synchronicity of the moment! So I give her my absolute blessing... At this very moment!”

In a state of connection Denizia, with eyes closed, feels the weight of her fairy Mörhygan landing on her head. Intrigued by the attitude of her fairy guardian, the witch opens her eyes. Mouth gaping, still, an incredible spectacle unfolds before her.

These candles, which, until now, simply symbolized the light that will now prevail over the darkness, to the Spring Renaissance... Here they are, they disappear one after another and are transformed into birds with flamboyant colors. Plumage with colors of the rainbow dress each of these graceful and agile creatures that rise in whirlwind around Denizia and Mörhygan.

Simultaneously, Mörhygan leans on her outstretched arms over the forehead of her developed its beautiful. Denizia, she raises her eyebrows and eyes to her fairy-sitter. Together they say, “It is you who?”

In one breath, the two friends are amazed! They are here in the eye of a hurricane of avian creatures of unsurpassed beauty. The white nakedness of Denizia contrasts the colorful exotic birds swirling around her. As one answer to this phenomenon of the paranormal, the arms of the young witch, fall to her side and herself on her knees throwing her body between her thighs. Her long hair blossom fan on his back, pale and bent. Prostrate before the Divine Favor that Brigid gives her, Denizia launches and relaunches in a voice choked with emotion, “Blessed be there! Blessed be there! Blessed be there!...”

Also intertwined in the strands of hair from her witch, Mörhygan then gently pat her on the skull, “look up, big sister! Look!”

While her sensual lips caressed her generous Earth Denizia raises her face slowly. Tears of joy flowed from her still green almond jewels. Then the surprise freeze all her muscles. Her glassy eyes stopping on a bird she had not noticed in the cloud of wings and colors: A hawk.

There on the ground where the pyramid of light was, all quiet, the hawk looks at Denizia with a questioning look, leaning his head sideways, as if to reflect. He approaches her. Denizia raises her left arm to welcome him home. From the quick graceful wings of the majestic bird of prey, perches on her beautiful naked wrist. In a reflex of pain more than fear, Denizia retracts her arm. The sharp claws dug into the tender flesh. The scarlet thread running on the forearm of the woman and coalesce to Mother Earth drop after drop. The bright and deep eyes of the master of the air look intensely at the ones of the daughter of the Earth. A Sacred empathy is created between them. With this new empathy, oniric memories of lives past surface.

“Mörhygan? Where are you?” Denizia calls out. “Yes, Denizia, I'm here! Between your thighs, his eyes frightens me!” replies the frightened fairy. She reassures her, “Have no fear of him, Mörhygan. It will be the wings that demons cut off me. I am his Sister Earth and you, you will protect us from the demonic legions.”

Three naked creatures in symbiosis, rise and turn toward the center of the ancestral greenhouse. We are reminiscing lying under the branches of the Tree of Life in the greenhouse: An oak whose roots run along the Secret Garden. The warm moisture of the oasis now populated by exotic birds, does not prevent the velvety skin of Denizia be covered with a shiver when the hawk comes to snuggle on her left breast. The fairy Mörhygan lies on the edge of the triangle of Denizia’s pubic, built between her thighs pink. The Imbolc has been warm for Denizia.