I tend to seek for pleasure, for ease, for laughter, for satisfaction, and then contrast happens all the time, it’s all around us, and as the waves of the ocean, there are stronger waves than others.
Contrast is a blessing, it broadens our horizons and it makes what is true for us to be clearer...
Cemx is wounded, the battle is over, the morning rise embraces the horizon.
The mist moves slowly, the air is crisp and sweet, the cardinal sings loud and clear as he breathes a new dawn, the beautiful song echoes across the valley under the crescent moon, and then no sound as the giant owl crosses the sky and stands firm on the cup of the mountain with the only foot that he has left, and the mountain rumbles.
The colossal beast was once dark and loving, tonight she was pale as the moon and she was pure instinct.
Powerfully she strikes with her tail, she’s fast, she’s furious, she camouflages in the mud, in the water, in the shadows, where not long ago she frolicked. It’s dark, her senses are sharp and lethal, so are the ones of the giant Owl.
Be quick or be dead, he decided to let her go and she snapped, her true self burst out not gently but just like it was meant to be. This had to end, it requires courage to let go of the arms that keep you feeling safe and loved but impede you to grow and dare. She was a friend, a mother, a lover, a teacher, no other like it, just as you agreed when you both came forth. Your way to freedom had to be deep and felt to the core, and those paths take years to be built, months to break you, and more years to build you up into clarity.
Not long ago The Shaman gave Cemx the symbol of the Orca, as he spoke: “One that builds himself up”. He understood, he felt the freedom coming from within, he felt the ease of letting go and giving in, and after everything he changed and released and remembered, he knew there was one last thing that must be done...
She catches his leg and mauled it, his talon deep into her insights, from miles away all creatures could hear the terrifying and fierce growls of the beasts coming out of the darkest of nights. He releases, he had to prevail, he had to live, he had to, no other end here, no talking, no sense in trying. One last movement, fast and unpredictable Cemx cuts her head off, ...he eats her head and then her heart, "there is nothing to fear if instinct is within you" he says to himself, all is silent, the primordial mother now lives free inside the wisdom of the Barn owl.
Cemx does not fear death, but what he loves the most is this life, he doesn’t need to live in survival mode anymore, broken, incomplete, and forgotten by himself no more, he enjoys the peaceful life of flying over the mountains, the beauty of the sky, the abundance around, the warmth of the sun, the light of the moon, he’s fond of the earth.
Now he goes back home, loved ones await his return. He rests and heals, he celebrates, he knows now he desires a fulfilled life so he envisions, he is resourceful, and he trusts.
Because he is both, creation and intelligence alive, there is no death, the spirit of the great alligator is always around, watching upon who we are all becoming, and she will always provide and she will always care, and she will always move powerfully by his side.
T.
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