The children of the forest are gathering at the dawn of a new day gifted by an other visitor from a realm far, far away. At the top of the cascading brook, the huge standing stone is the favorite area where an other story will be told. Our story-teller is known to appear with the rays of the sunrise and with the early birds singing the joy to be alive. With these rays of golden light, with the arms lifted in a cross shape, our witness of the hidden consciousness standing in the morning air. Then, the story-teller takes a long breath, closing his eyes, he lets his essence fly with his words :
« In the icy winds of the high sky, where the blue hue is mixed with sparks of stars on a tapestry colored with dark blue, the two mythic creatures are hugging each other with their arms while their wings keep their full length stretched in the windy caress. The draconic embracing lovers are standing tight together in a nice dance with aerial lightness, where the grace of their shapes are locked in a timeless moment with intimate sounds radiating from their chest, neck and nasal cavities. Their eyes of fire stare at their reflected soul in perfect union. Here, in a total fusion, their dynamic of male and female essence is forgotten in a present offered by their love. One with the wind of the sky they dive in, they pierce some time a layer of cloud. »
The story-teller poses his feet with grace in the shape of a V up side down. He stretches his arms over his head to show his hands imitating the two mythic creatures in their free dive towards the ground.
« In a vertiginous speed, the two intertwined lovers let their body and mind surrendered in this blessed instant of true love. The far surface of the earth is closing fast and soon, the dive is becoming a momentum of faith at their instinct of survival. But more likely, their faith lays on their love which is their only nutriment at this very moment. The magic and its mighty power is flowing all along their veins and nerves. Mother-Earth’s deadly surface is at a micro instant of the two passionate beings. The time seems to stop for them. Their glances, their hums, their caresses, their intertwining tails… both as one, their senses, their hearts burning with love and enlightenment, all of their essence is transmuted in one flash of light and thunder. A big bang is heard with a lightning strike of pure chemical reaction in one reality, one state of consciousness with the Source, with Mother-Earth… becoming all one. That is why the magnitude of their acts is so in perfect harmony with the micro matter of their Mother, in fusion with their 5 elements, in reunion with their common inner structure, in voyage through the Ether space in between all mass of matter. »
The story-teller is rocking his body, hugging himself with a passionate tenderness with his two arms across over his chest. His large robe of Consciousness Traveler gives contrast on his hands laying on his shoulders. A golden ray of morning light flicks on him while two swallows fly around his head, singing their love, joy and kindness. The flight of the birds draws an 8 over his head. Looking up at his winged companions, he knows the sign of their presence. Suddenly, he shouts loud :
« Oh! Great Dragons, Guardians of the celestial portal of the seven Pleiade’s Daughters… Oh! Great Mystic Lords, messengers from the Inner Earth, you carry with you the universal wisdom… and with an astonishing speed, both legendary creatures hit the rocky surface! »
Shouts of dismay get out of mouths twisted in denial, horror and pure frighten shrieking young voices. The story-teller emphases all the mood as he let himself dive over the ground like a lifeless leaf. But, an heart beat later, he jumps back on his feet, in a ready position and slowly lift his arms over himself :
« A loud shock wave of blue light and a rumble are radiating from where the mythic duo literally disappear from sight. But despite what it seems, for magical beings, the reality is far more extended then what is shown. »
As a true descendant of his mother queen Maïa, the story-teller uses his stars heritage and let flow the inspired words :
« In many slices of lives to come, you will all, children of the stars, rely more and more on your inner instinct to act through the very essence of all realities. The true believing on your inner powers will open doors where a wall of stones stands. The free expression of Love will enlight any darkness hiding the immortality of your soul. »
Like a snake snapping in the air, all the body of the story-teller reacts from the discharge of draconic essence and he dances at the inner rhythm beating in his veins. In fusion with the remembrance of the two mighty legendary dragons, he spits his words in a chant harmonized with life itself freed through all planes of the multiverse :
« From my inner, I spell out the Sleeping Magic…From the inner Earth, psalms of symbolic signs spring in life and take flight in our dreams… From our human essence, eons of anger and frustration are transformed by the fire of change where the air carries words… like sounds from songs of birds. »
It is at this moment that the story-teller stops like being hit by an invisible wall…and disappears from all naked eyes glazing at the empty place left underneath the stars hidden behind the veil of the blue sky. All the children attending lift their head and look in silence at the inspirational Source of their beloved and Consciousness Traveler story-teller… the one who will never fail to tell an other page of the Chronicles of the Pleiade’s Daughters, since it is his reason to live.
End of the Chronicle V of the Pleiade’s Daughters.
Renatus, your chronicler.
