There you go, now the sea has stopped breaking against the rocks. The flame of the fire has burned out.
We are in oblivion.
I feel your fear and perceive your thoughts. Are you asking yourselves “Why us”? It isn’t our fault”. Instead, a part of the responsibility was also yours. When a person abandons the group to go after himself, it is a result of the lack of harmony within the group itself. You only thought after yourselves without caring for who was facing more difficult moments than yours. That is why once freedom was tasted; he no longer wanted to part with it. You arrived here together, to embark on this journey together. However, many of you think only about your own. In the Land of Dreams, though, you are not allowed to be selfish. Thus, this is the small price you have to pay for having been blind in front of so much discomfort, the discomfort which…..Centaur had seen, but not you. That is why he said that your eyes are still blind. You were not capable of seeing.
Nevertheless, I still have not opened my gift. And I still have not told you which one is my Power animal. Well, as I was galloping grasping Andromeda, my Centaur, I did not realize at what exciting speed we were going. My Centaur was much faster and stronger than yours, such that you could not have seen me, even if I brushed against you, while we were racing. I was feeling the same thrill of the little girl who had let herself go to the pleasures that she could have all at once, and which she would never let go again. Andromeda however knows my heart and he quickly sought my mind with his. As soon as he established the telepathic contact, the image of the little girl took hold of my mind and my heart, indelibly. I remembered, suddenly, that we should have entered here, once the race was over. So, in an instant, we slowed down and stopped. That vision had worn me out. I needed to rest and find myself again and what I represent here, to you. And while the awareness was returning, I was attracted by the flickering of a tiny light, coming from the dense foliage.
I dismounted Andromeda and headed towards the little light, which I would never have seen, had I not stopped. I lifted the leaves and saw a tiny firefly. Tiny, so tiny. It must have used all of its strength to make so much light! But, when it saw me, the light disappeared and I had the impression that it was relieved. It flew away and I followed it. Not too far away, I found this jute wrapping, on which the little insect rested itself. I understood that it was its gift, for me.
Now I understand why I received it and why I will open it here with you, in the dark and in the soundest silence. So, I loosen the laces to open the wrapping….and, just as I imagined, other tiny fireflies came out, dancing and making light for us with their bodies! And together with the fireflies, there are crickets, which will sing for us, for as long as it will be dark!
The balance has now been restored.
We can rest. These tiny Guardians of the Light and of the Sound will cradle you until the first rays of dawn.
Are you at peace now, Wanderers?
I am too.
Rest now.
Soon we shall set off again towards the Eternal Present.
DAWN
Open your eyes, Wanderers. I am talking to you. I know you can hear me. I have blown the breeze of dawn right over your hair, to tussle it…
I am Dawn, and every morning, I reach the Land of Dreams with my long rose-colored hair, which paint the sky a pale pearly shade.
Oh yes. You have seen me, in your dreams. I am the woman with the white face, delicate, with purple eyes and lips, my body wrapped in my long hair… and I fluctuate in the air because the Air is part of me.
Do you think I am a fairy? No, I am not. I am just the morning’s Dawn and I belong to this Land and your reality. I reach the Land of Dreams only once a day, and for a few seconds only, when the Sun starts to give off its rays to bring the light back after the darkness of the night. The tide turns high again, slowly, and the seagulls fly almost touching the water, calling the Wanderers put to test in the Cave of Oblivion.
Perhaps I talk too much… but there are so few Wanderers who reach this Land, recently… and I have so little time, to talk to any of them…
When someone arrives and waits for the first rays of dawn, after a silent and dark night, it is a pleasure to see him open his eyes and his breath become lighter. It is even more pleasing when, one of the Wanderers notices my presence. This means that a light shines in his heart which he may not be aware of. Or, better, he may not know how to use it.
I exist here, in the Land of Dreams, since the beginning of time and have seen many Human Beings come and go, some of whom have reached the Eternal present, whereas others have not. I have seen Wanderers flee, as soon as the night lifted its curtain to make room for the light. I have seen others go astray, to avoid having to return to the Cave of Oblivion. And, I have chosen others, to allow them to share the breath of salvation with me, after so much darkness.
I have little time, to talk, because the sun will start to shine soon. I just want you to know that the color of the sky originates from the innocence in the hearts of those who come this far, winning their fears, their doubts, the suspicion, the prejudice, allowing the impossible to make inroads in what is considered possible. Desire follows the will, and will is fed by determination. Determination is an impulse which creates, consolidates even the faintest hope… but “little” is always better than “none”. From “little” you gradually become more and more aware, of what you are capable of, which is the starting point to aim for the most complicated desires.
However you must bear in mind a very important thing: when you decide to fly high, you must keep your focus on how to come back down, because if all of the foregoing journey is forgotten, you will plummet at the first storm. In addition, to aspire to such idealized desires can lead to a progressive detachment from other people, until you are left alone.
Increasing your desires does not mean wanting more without ever being content, being superior, considering yourself to be better than others. When you know how to fly, you must also know how to plane. A good landing always allows for another good flight.
Do you know what I mean?
I have not much time left.
Wake up the others and lead them to The Dream keeper.
Perhaps you want to know if even your guide is aware of my presence? You see, you opened your eyes not long ago, but The Dream keeper has been awake for a while, and we already greeted one another, before I shaded the sky. She is waiting for you, to share with you the fruit left over from your dinner.
However, she is not waiting for you on the beach.
Leave the Cave of Oblivion, climb down the smoother rocks and head towards the shore. There, you will find a boat sculptured in the wood of a big tree, a tree which is unfamiliar to you, in your reality, but which, thanks to you, sprouts and takes root here in the Land of Dreams. Climb onto the boat and move away from the coast. Let yourselves be transported by the waves: they know where to take you.
The sea is calm, the air is fresh and the seagulls will follow you, like guardians in your brief journey. It will only take a few minutes and you will be safe from harm. Then, you will reach an island, where the Dream keeper will be waiting for you. The island is beautiful and will get you closer and closer to the Eternal Present. Everything will be revealed to you, once you get there, so do not worry.
Just a little more time…
Since you opened your eyes upon my passing, I will impress a lilac shaded sign on your forehead, so that you can have a role, just like Spark of the Way still has. You shall be listening from Heaven, because only he who listens is able to perceive even the lightest shade. Your task will be to make known the climatic changes in the Land of Dreams, as well as in your Reality. It will not be an easy task, but the sign you bear on your forehead will lead you along the way and make you feel stronger during the dark and rainy days. This task will also bring you many other gifts, but you will be able to discover them all in good time, patiently.
Your journey has not yet come to an end.
It is time fo
r me, to go.
Go and wake up the others, because the time has come.
Dust of Dawn will be sprinkled over the trails of your boat, to allow you to find the way back.
Follow the call of the seagulls and let yourselves be cradled by the waves.
Go now. The sun is high now.
I AM WATCHING YOU
I am watching you, Little Shining, just like the day when, amongst the most scared Wanderers, you were looking for a point of reference, in a Land where none existed.
I am following you, as you lead other Wanderers and observe every expression of yours, every glance of yours… the same glance you had when you met He-Who-Waits, for the first time. You thought you were having hallucinations, that you had no more dreams, because by now they had all been broken by others. They had shattered your sensitive heart and your fragile soul was feeling dismayed.
Even then, I could see the fire burning like a storm of flames, despite your eyes proved the opposite.
Yet you… just you, years before, had already wandered into the Land of Dreams, and thanks to you, the Cave of Oblivion was born. Had you not defied every law, no one would have learned. Instead, you dared, perhaps, for the desire of revenge against your world, which never returns to you what you give it.
You were not a little girl as you told the Wanderers. However, your heart was small and vulnerable, like a child’s one that is defenseless…
You have lived other stories, and you contributed in creating others. Thus becoming, The Dream keeper. The very first Dream keeper.
The Wanderers have come to know, from your words, that, before you, the task had been assigned to someone else… but you know it is not so, and even they, will discover it, once they open their eyes. Someone will feel betrayed, but you are already prepared for this. You have been forged like a sword, against which you can fight, but not always win. And your sword is now becoming ever and ever so sharp. I can sense this, at every glance of yours. I feel it inside of me, when you dominate your nature of fire, to work on the Wanderers. I live your fears, even when you do not demonstrate them.
We are bonded from the beginning of time and both of us are aware of this. We understood it the first time we glanced at each other.
From then, in this Land, I have never left you alone. Your eyes are my eyes and your limbs are my own limbs. I walk with you, rejoice with you, and share your unhappiness and your desire for loneliness. At times, you would like to back out of the task, but you are well aware that in doing so, the Wanderers would no longer have any reference. In the past, already too many, have left, convinced that there was nothing worth fighting for. You have to stay and I will stay with you, until someone else will take our place, and we shall deal with new destinies.
If only the Wanderers knew who I am… but you have not broken the promise, not even when you discovered me, that first time, when you were looking for me in the densest forest. Right there where no one wants to penetrate, you came up to me. To the eyes of the others, you might have looked like a little girl, but I saw you for what you really were. In addition, you too, saw me, for what I really am.
There was not a young creature in front of me, wearing a little white tunic, but a woman with a steady eye, almost severe, dressed in a long robe with flared sleeves, like the ones worn during the Human era known as the Middle Ages. A red velvet dress, cinched at the waist by a black belt, with a dagger tied at one end.
No one else had seen you for what you were. No one, in this Land, and this had not occurred very often.
But I saw you. Because I too have experienced what you have experienced, and I recognized it.
Perhaps, it was in that moment that your eyes began to open and your ears to listen, because you stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but I held you close in my arms before that happened. I, who to a careless eye look like a parasite that hides itself, to cancel its ugliness from the world, like an insect to be crushed without mercy… I, who shortly, will reveal my true nature that someone will recognize, just as you recognized it immediately.
Little shining… how you hated being called with that name! You hated it for what it represented, for the life you had lived, before coming here.
We, who are part of the same world, and are human beings, who would never have hoped to meet each other, anywhere else but here in this Land, the Land of Dreams…….we know what it means to have that little extra light compared to others, we recognize its value, its fragility, its pureness, where the human being treads on his own values, gives up dreaming, forgets about trust, to put an end to his life.
I know how you feel. I know what you are going through. I know what troubles you and what gives you joy.
Your name was not assigned to you by chance; as He-Who-Waits told you the first time you met each other. He too thought you were a little girl. He too was blinded by your light.
When I recognized you, when I silently led you in search of the Eternal Present, you revealed yourself to the creatures of this Land, little by little at every step. New dreams were springing from your heart, which throbbed of newborn creative energy, that became Elves, Druids, Spirits of the Guardian Elements, uncontaminated landscapes, crystal clear seas, birds of the skies, butterflies… You have contributed in coloring this Land, on the border of every human being’s real life. And you have inspired other human beings to follow your example, by not allowing all that is here now, to die.
Even now, you are preserving it.
This Land has existed since man began to breathe. It has existed since the beginning of time. The Human Being did not create it: he only created its contents. A Superior Mind, that we cannot explain, wanted us to be part of all this and that we might draw the strength to hope from it.
Many think that this might be a short cut from the difficulties of life, but it is not. To escape from dreams could become a trap from which it is often difficult to get out of.
You can have talent, inventiveness, creativity and, with these tools, it is possible to create masterpieces destined to remain forever a symbol of what we are and the goodness we want to leave in the world. But if the Dreams last for too long, if you lose contact with reality, if to alter the wake you choose dangerous ways, substances created by diabolic human hands, the dreams turns into a nightmare that never ends.
We cannot forget about what we are when we are born. We cannot alienate ourselves from our essence, even when it seems vulnerable and easily attackable. We cannot sleep forever, not to feel the pain, the sorrow: in doing so, we risk not to feel the joy, the hope…
We, mortals, who received the gift of an assignment in the Land of Dreams, we are aware that our task will never be easy and that many people will surrender. It may seem that our work has failed, that nothing makes sense and that, perhaps, to keep on hoping, regardless of everything, is not worth the effort.
We are called to believe this every day, because so much is given us and in turn, so much we have to appreciate and give back. Everything begins with us and returns to us. If we begin from ourselves, perhaps, initially, only one small drop of rain, in a barren desert, will evaporate instantly ... but if many small drops of water begin to fall, at first lightly, then firmly, and finally with intention, we will bring life back in the souls of those who have stopped believing in themselves and in their own ability.
We are part of it all and all is part of us.
Little Shining… it is so nice to see you on this island, as you wait for the Wanderers, your face kissed faintly by the sun, while a light breeze ruffles your hair…
You know that I am watching you from afar and that my Messengers keep me informed about you, when I cannot reach you. You know how strong our bond is, and how difficult it is, in fact, to stay away from each other, but we have two different missions, to play.
But in the morning breeze, my caress touches your face…..the kiss of the sun, is my kiss… the bubbly wave that laps your naked feet, holds the heartbeat that my heart wants to get to you.
To
day, Dawn has given you a lightweight tunic, of a pearly shade, which intensifies your gaze and the color of your dark and watchful eyes. You are looking for me, because you can feel that I am here, with you, again. But you know that you are not allowed to see me yet, not now, not here, or else you will violate the law that has brought you to the Cave of Oblivion.
You will be able to see me, after you lead the Wanderers along the road to the Eternal Present.
And there, finally, I can embrace you.
I will no longer be the Keeper of the Land of Dreams, but the one who has given you his heart and to whom you have given yours.
THE ISLAND OF APPLES
Welcome, my Wanderers. I have been waiting for you. A special bow to you, listening from Heaven: Dawn has spoken to me. She could not have made a better choice.
Let us sit here, in the shade of the apple trees. Did you have a good journey? The sea is calm, today, and the sun delightfully warm. This is the fruit that we did not eat at dinner, but, if you are still hungry, you will find something that gives the characteristic to this island: apples. There are all kinds of apples, of all sizes, of all colors… can’t you smell them in the air? It is the fragrance of all the apples of this island, The Island of Apples.
This place may seem familiar to some of you, that you have seen somewhere… yes, you are right, but you will understand shortly what I am talking about. Let us eat now, and give thanks for what we are living, because it will be an unforgettable experience, that you will take back with you, to your everyday reality. In the meantime, I want to reassure you: all of your gifts are here with me again, in this sack which I received as a gift from Dawn. This sack is made of Dawn crystals, very rare crystals and so precious. Only a few can receive them as gifts, more often as objects, rarely as sky dust. Today I have received an object, and I am so content about it. One day, this privilege will also be yours.
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