When you come to the end
of all the light you know
and are about to step off into the
darkness of the unknown
FAITH is knowing that
one of two things will happen
There will be something solid to stand on
Or you will learn to fly
by Edward Feller
Do we need to say that life on this planet has been like a wild roller coaster ride for some time now? Quite frankly it has all been like living in the Tower Card in a Tarot deck.
The climate has changed, a major pandemic has raged and in 2020 the term lockdown was added to our vocabularies. Major cities were completely shut down, masked people fought in supermarket isles over toilet paper and have argued about which designer vaccine to take or not. Unspeakably violent wars have broken out, terrorists have had a field day, men are killing their women and so it has gone on, relentlessly, day after day.
Perhaps like many others, you have opted to turn off the news and have taken to having a Bex and a good lie down. Tired of this anxiety inducing pandemonium I chose to slip through a portal into an alternative universe and hope I would have, either a soft landing or learn how to fly.
Portal leaping can be a risky. business, but I have consistently found myself grounding on an island in the Lemurian Archipelago. Of course you will not find this place on modern maps. The island is known as the Isle of Ancestors because of the elders who inhabit chambers deep within the Holy Mountain that can be seen for miles.
In the early days of he pandemic I was a ferry woman who ferried pilgrims, who had found their way to a neighbouring island, across the straits to the Isle of Ancestors. Then I popped on my boots and, with the support of a team of hardworking donkeys, guided these world weary pilgrims up the Holy Mountain, to the Caverns of the Elders. It was all very Six of Swords!
One of our stops, as we ascended the mountain, was the Lemurian Abbey. This non denominational Abbey is located half way between the old harbour, where Pilgrims arrive, and the pinnacle of the Holy Mountain where they can gain access to the Chambers of the Old Ones. It has welcomed travellers and provided safe refuge for eons.
Recently I was invited to leave my work as a Ferry Woman and accept the role as guardian of the Abbey. My faithful dog and I willingly accepted this invitation to semi retire and we have spent many happy hours investigating the Abbey and surrounding grounds.
Of course, in case you are thinking of locating a portal, I should mention that not everyone who slips through a portal actually arrives anywhere near here. It can be a bit random and I concede that there are other, not so idyllic places that those who slip through portal invariably find themselves in. We all know what happened to Alice and those children who walked through the back of a wardrobe.
However, for those who do reach this sacred island, life is relatively peaceful. Well! It was peaceful when we first arrived. My companion dog and I enjoyed a bit of a Hermits existence. We were very Thoreau! We were living deliberately, in harmony with the world, the resident ghosts, travellers and all the living things around us.
Then things underwent what might be said to be ‘life changing’. Bonnie, an incorrigible, ADS, charismatic Sulphur Crested Cockatoo came screaming in with a her cackle (flock) and, well nothing has been the same since. She has managed, in a short amount of time, to set up an apothecary, found a Skool of Tarot for bush animals and establish a training camp for her Travelling Circus and Medicine Sideshow.
As I said….ADS! A Seven of Cups kind of girl whose magnetic charm attracts others to come and engage with her.
Anyway! If you hang about you will find this vault filling up with ramblings, drawings yarns and decidedly implausible stories about life in this alternate realm. Alternatively! If you have more serious things to do, like baking a cake or whatever, you can move right along!
Wild Garden 