A Time for Ceremony/The Sanctification/Forever Never


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Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion

by

Cheryl Pennington

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As we left the garden, preparations were beginning for ceremony.  It was time to call to Eternity to bless the new life that was born to Dohman’s first human couple, a life with great hope attached.  Through this child, the rift in the soul might be healed, ending the need for fear, the need for doubt, and the certainty of continued love within existence.  One by one, the Light Ones are called to The Garden; and they arrive, bearing gifts and hopeful for the events to come…..

The Sanctification

Entering the clearing that Eolas remembered as the living space of M’na and Fireann, he barely recognized it, so transformed it had become from the open, simple home he last saw.  The once overgrown patch of cleared woods where the males together built the couple’s dwelling had quickly evolved.   Their home was situated in the center; but now there stood several new structures around it. Along with the home of the Garden Family, their were dwellings for visitors also. The Hunter could smell freshly cut wood, telling him the newest addition had been recent. He could see that Fireann made improvements to their dwelling, adding windows through which long beams of light fell across the wood floor.  Eolas circled the structure, pausing to observe the way Fireann had strengthened it with support poles and sealed out the wind with dried grasses on top. He admired the way that the flowering vines of the surrounding forest had crept in to gently envelop the place, their blooms tumbling down the from the top, adding bursts of color everywhere they fell.  Their fragrant scent was taunting his senses.  It was most intoxicating.
Or perhaps it was the liquid that bubbled innocently in the stone container sitting over the fire pit that produced the headiness in the air around them.

The stone fire-pit that crackled in the center of the clearing sent flames licking the air and bringing to life a gooey concoction that bubbled within a small, stone bowl placed over it. This container was nothing like Eolas’ roughly hand chipped and beaten bowls, however.  Close inspection revealed that it had been worn completely smooth and there were intricate marks on the inside and around the top edge. The Hunter felt awed by its mystical quality; but something stronger stirred within the Warrior, Laoch, as he gazed at the vessel which seemed to call to him with a voice of recognition.

The perfectly scratched designs resonated within his soul.  Gazing at it in wonder, he instinctively reached down to touch the leather pouch that hung around his neck where he checked the contents.  Still there.  He was pleased he had made the trip without losing or damaging anything.  When the time was right, he would reveal his gift.

The ground was cleared to a soft circle of dirt surrounding the fire pit.  Within the circle were positioned large, flat rocks, carefully placed around it.  There were stones to each side of the steps leading into the dwelling; then the others were placed to the sides of these, equally distant.  Directly across from the entryway was a wide path that had been lined with small limbs and freshly picked flowers of all varieties from within the garden.  The fragrance coming from them was sweet and strong.  It was apparent now to both Warrior and Hunter that the headiness in the air was coming not just from the bubbling liquid, but from every corner of this place. Inside the stone bowl a thick, translucent liquid with a grayish hue bubbled away, while silvery wisps of vapor wafted up into the trees. This scent mingled with that of the flowers to create a tantalizing, dizzying feeling.

The flower lined path led out into the undergrowth; and where it ended lay the heart of Foirfeachta, a sacred place that had never been entered by any but the Garden couple and their Goddess mother. Ancient trees arched lovingly over the path, their branches reaching down to embrace the scene as though intending to be a part of this glorious celebration. Beyond the heart of the Garden lay the dark shade of the lush forest.

And then she was there.  Eolas felt her first, as something within his center stirred. Acknowledging this shift within his essence, he scanned the clearing quickly, searching every corner for the source of his excitement. At first he saw nothing and his heart began to sink a little, although he still did not comprehend why.   But she was there.  While his keen eye had been scanning the clearing, she had emerged from the dwelling, carrying a deep bowl piled high with fruits, berries and nuts, all gathered from the Garden for the ceremony.   There was more than enough for everyone.   Eagna moved deftly around the circle to a table they had formed of wood and stone and knelt to place the food on top of it. The Hunter admired the way she seemed to glide across the ground, so like the graceful birds over the river.

As Eagna worked silently, she felt a tugging from the center of her chest and looked up to see the two new arrivals now in their midst.  Caught off guard and reacting to her sense of excitement, she lost her step, nearly sending the efforts of her morning’s labors tumbling onto the ground.  Without error, she righted everything and skillfully balanced it all within the bowl once more. Calmly regaining her composure, she straightened her shoulders and turned to greet Eolas and Laoch, who were amused and trying to suppress laughter.  Instead, they hurried to her side, realizing she might need a hand, both eager to help this lovely new presence.

“Hello, friends, we have been expecting you,” Eagna said with a smile. The males exchanged questioning glances,  wondering how the others in this entourage had been advised of their arrival, what creatures brought the news of their coming.  In time, each would tell their stories of dreams and visions; but for now there were more pressing matters to  attend to.

Eagna extended her hand to the males.  Laoch unabashedly reached grasp it eagerly into his own large hand.  When he released his warrior’s hold on her, she then held it timidly out to Eolas who took it gently within his own. Her pulse quickening, she looked up into the eyes of the Hunter; and as she gazed into their brown depths, both felt a sense of comfort and familiarity that neither could understand.
“Hello again, my friend.” It was Eagna who spoke now. She smiled warmly at both males, but her eyes quickly returned to the figure of Eolas.

“Laoch and I are honored to be a part of this celebration,” stated the Hunter. Laoch wondered why the other male’s voice sounded different, silently noting the exchange of energy between his companion and this wise female.   Still, he thought nothing much of it and turned to the task of unceremoniously unloading his cumbersome bundles, striking up dust and debris in the process.  Stirred from their brief moment of connection, Eagna quickly withdrew her hand.

“Come, now, there is a place better suited for this,” stated Eolas as he led Laoch to a more private area for the two to stow their belongings.  Eagna, feeling not just a little flushed, returned her attention to the food preparations.

Noafa soon appeared from the deeply forested edge of the clearing, carrying more herbs which, after she had sorted, carefully placed within the bowl of simmering aromatic brew.  Her movements were precise and yet elegant; and Eagna continued to feel awed, if not a bit intimidated, when in her presence.  When the Sorceress finished, she left the circle and approached the others who were now busily tending to their own work. Eolas and Laoch having returned, stood up in their manner of respect.  Eagna stopped her own task and looked up.

Realizing she had likely come to retrieve the bundles they helped carry, Eolas quickly scooped them up and handed them to Naofa, aware of the contents that rolled around in one as he did so.  In the other..well, he could not be certain; but it felt as if something were moving within it, ever so slightly. Grasping both bundles firmly and giving Eolas a nod of thanks, Naofa took the things from him, turned on her heel and went back into the circle to the fire pit, not speaking, but pausing to wink quickly at Laoch. As they watched the Sorceress walk away, they became mesmerized; and for some reason they all felt compelled to stop what they were doing to observe her as she worked.

Naofa carefully untied the first bundle and let the cloth drop away from several colored stones.  From this short distance Eolas could see that they were not common stones.  One was translucent, another the color of ground moss.  Laoch was enthralled as well and saw that the third stone was the color of the cliffs where he lived. They watched as she carefully laid a wide circle around the fire pit with these stones.  Eagna admired the next stone, a smooth, flat one that was the color of her river waters, deep gray with flecks of blue. Another stone emerged as that of the sun rising in the morning, bright and flawless. The one which followed was as black as a night without stars, but the surface shone like moonlight on water. The next one was as red as the blood which coursed through every living being.  Each of the onlookers let go a tiny gasp when this one appeared in Naofa’s hands.  She continued placing them carefully to encircle the fire, moving with grace and efficiency. Next appeared a stone that was deep blue-green-as an ocean wave. The last stone was larger than the rest and had straight sides rather than smooth, rounded ones.  It was elongated, with sharp points on both ends, as noted in the calculating mind of the Warrior.  Eagna saw it as the still water that pooled near her home, where she could see her reflection in the moonlight as she bathed. It was so peaceful for her to imagine.  If Eolas could have seen that same vision, he would not have been able to focus on the image forming within his own mind-that of the the female’s eyes-glassy and clear. He imagined them a place where he might lose himself when she looked at him.

As she cradled this amazing crystal stone in her hands, Naofa whispered softly while she carried it to a place just in front of the fire pit  closest to the two stones standing in front of the family’s dwelling. Raising this stone high over her head in both hands, she lifted it to the sun.  The light struck its surface and was caught there within its mufti-faceted form for a brief instant before splintering out through the other side where it fell upon the soft dirt in ribbons of brilliant color.  The trio was amazed, for it mimicked the magnificent arches that hung across the skies after a rain.  Naofa held it high there for long moments while they enjoyed this dazzling display of light and color.

Its reflection must have filtered through the entrance to the dwelling; for Fireann and M’na soon appeared at the entrance, their new son cradled in the female’s arms. As they witnessed the light display, they were in wonder of this female who could produce the same magic that colored their skies.

Eagna looked away from the miracle of light for a moment to gaze at the little family across the clearing, and her heart became warmed by the Light of Eternity as she looked upon each face-Mother, Father and Son.  A brief smile touched the lips of the infant as he watched the form and light dancing in front of them.  The gentle smile faded as Naofa lowered her arms and brought the stone to rest upon a small altar just in front of the fire, midway between it and the two primary flat rocks. Eagna hadn’t noticed the little altar until now.  Its wood was twisted and curved, like entwined fingers and seemed perfectly made for this particular stone. Naofa seemed oblivious to the admirers and continued with her work, moving around the circle and, kneeling before each stone in turn, whispering words too low for any present to comprehend.

The spell broken,  they returned to their tasks. It was only Eagna who continued to watch, noting that each time Naofa touched a stone as she moved about the circle, the flames in the fire flared for a moment. She found it fascinating, the talents of this Sorceress.

The new family stepped out into the light of day, the infant crying until its Mother gave it the suckle it wanted. Fireann looked down at his son and smiled, slowly shaking his head.  He touched M’na’s cheek as he turned to make his way towards the newly arrived guests to welcome them once again to his home.  Seeing Fireann’s broad grin was welcome indeed to both travelers.
“Hello my friend!  We are full of joy for you and honored to be a part of this celebration of new life, this miracle for Dohman.” It was Eolas’ warm handshake that was extended first.

Laoch waited patiently and in turn gripped the hand of the first Father on their world as he added, “We will have much to teach this little one as he grows.  But for now….” He knew he should wait for the ceremony but was too eager to show his joy for Fireann’s gift of life.  The Warrior knelt by his bundle and withdrew an object from it. It appeared to be a measure of smooth wood with no splinters or rough edges. Firmly attached to one end was the dried, hollowed out shell of the small gourd which grew along the outer fringes of Foirfeachta. It, too, had been rubbed smooth. Fireann remembered giving some of these to Laoch before he left to return to his own lands.

As Laoch handed the object to Fireann, he added in his roughly gentle voice, “This is my gift to the child.  It is my hope that he be delighted and comforted by it.”   He gave it a quick shake and a soft rattling sound came from the gourd end. Laoch’s eyes twinkled as he added, “And you will always know when he is near.” He smiled at Fireann proudly and slid his fingers down to a large loop of thin leather attached to the other end.  He put several fingers through the hole, showing that the toy could be fastened about one’s arm or leg. How clever and how wonderful, thought Fireann, feeling a surge of overwhelming affection for his Warrior friend as he happily accepted the gift, placing a hand on Laoch’s shoulder.

“Thank you from myself and my son who has yet only the ability to cry out in anger and need.”  Fireann chuckled.  Laoch was filled with complete satisfaction, knowing his gift was well received.
Eagna was moved by this gesture of the Warrior’s heart and could not fathom his being anything other than greatness in flesh. She moved from where she had been working, nodded a good morning to Fireann and passed between him and Eolas as she returned to the dwelling to offer her assistance to M’na.  The new mother seemed never to be separated from her infant. As the males watched her walk away, it was Fireann who broke the silence. “Perhaps you will desire a companion someday in your land in the mountains, my friend,” he said, thoughtfully and in earnest.

Eolas was taken off guard as he struggled for a deflective response. “Today is about celebrating your companion and the gift you and M’na have brought into our world. There will be other moments to ponder such possibilities.” They both laughed nervously and Fireann offered to help Eolas ready his sleeping roll and supplies in the new shelter that had been prepared for this occasion.  Laoch grabbed his bundles and joined them, the three disappearing from the clearing.

“He feeds as though he has never suckled before,” noted Eagna.

“Or ever will again,” laughed M’na in return. “I would never deny him anything.  My love for my son surpasses any I have known in my life.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “It shames me to say that I love him more than my own Fireann, although I love my companion no less.”

Eagna, stepping into her role as counselor and friend, assured the new Mother, “It is a separate Love you know for that which is created from within yourself.  No greater love exists that I know of. It is the reason for any of our being. The Creator feels this love for each and every thing that is known, for it all came from The One. Do not condemn yourself for loving your son more than yourself.  He is you, brought forth in flesh so that you may know yourself completely. So, you see, it is impossible to love one thing or one being more than another in the thought of eternity.”

M’na absorbed these words before she spoke again. “Do you believe this miracle is possible, that what makes us forget that we are whole will become manifest in this tiny infant?”
Eagna thought carefully before she spoke again, for none knew the eventual outcome of this experiment or if it would continue on in other humans. Did she believe? She certainly did not know. What she was certain of was the power of that which had created all that she was aware of. And if anything was possible, that power could bring it into being. “If there is indeed a way to mend what was rent apart from the beginning, then we will only know as your son’s consciousness awakens. His soul was prepared carefully before being placed into this tiny body; but it will also be your responsibility to remind him of the truth you have accepted, even at those times when that truth seems fragile and distant to your own soul. Can you do this, Mother of Humankind?”

M’na looked into the sincerity of Eagna’s questioning eyes as her own dark eyes brimmed over with salty tears and proclaimed unwaveringly, “With every breath I have in me, I will aspire to bring wholeness to our being. I will never leave my son alone as long as I have the will and the life to be there for him. Harm can only reach him if I or Fireann be undone first.”

Eagna did not question the truth in her statements.  They had all lived long upon Dohman thus far, M’na the longest; and still she remained the vision of beauty and strength that she was from the time of her creation. Would she always be thus?  The female who admired her now wondered.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Naofa’s voice, filling the quiet forest with her call to the heavens.

“Spiorad Mor, thy gift is with us, thy Light is upon us as we gather here to celebrate Humanity’s child and anoint him with the blessings which you have Created.  Be with us in our celebration!”  The fire in the pit grew larger as she spoke; and within the flames, Eagna thought she could see flying creatures, like the winged shimmering creatures that hovered near the river’s edge. They hummed and buzzed as the call to Eternity left the Sorceress’s lips. Then, just as quickly as Eagna saw them, they disappeared as Naofa became silent and lowered her arms to her sides.  Smiling, she turned to the two women and motioned for them to move inside. It was nearing time for the ceremony to begin.

Just emerging from a cleansing swim in the cold waters of the creek, the males heard the cry of the Sorceress as it was lifted upwards and carried across the forest. Looking skyward, they saw flocks of colorful birds take wing as she spoke.  They were not certain what it was she had said, but the sound of her voice and the tone it carried seemed to beckon all to come.  Their time for sharing hunting stories and becoming more familiar had been jovial and lighthearted; but their mood became more subdued as they dried themselves and prepared to rejoin the others back at the clearing.
Inside the dwelling, the infant son of M’na and Fireann was given a gentle cleansing with water that had been taken from the spring which flowed at the center of the Inner Garden, where grew the tree with its gift of Creation. The spring’s source began at the base of that very tree from which the sweet nectar of fertility had been drawn, and from there made its way down the gentle slope throughout the rest of the garden. Naofa brought a light, soft cloth made of fibers that were strange to M’na and Eagna;, but neither questioned the Female of Mystery.  After the child was bathed, each one in turn kissed his brow and said her own silent blessing for his soul, his journey and his destiny.

Eagna and Naofa pulled M’na’s long dark locks of hair into sections and lifted them above her shoulders, fastening them loosely. They then tucked in various fragrant flowers from the garden, the white ones being M’na’s own favorite. Their scent made her head swim a little, but it helped to calm any anxiety about the ceremony. She knew her legacy was Eternal; but in this new role she felt very small and insignificant. The magnitude of her gift and the mission at hand might have brought a sense of power and fullness to another, but in her space of loneliness she feared failure. If she didn’t protect her son, if he didn’t fulfill the plan, would Great Spirit be disappointed in her? Would her Mother take her from the Garden where she would never see Fireann or her infant again? Or would they simply call his young soul back into the eternal bosom?

Naofa sensed these fears rising within Eternity’s Daughter and knelt beside her, becoming gentle and serious when she spoke. “These fears inside of you come from the very place we are hoping to repair.  It creates seeds of fear which can only serve to diminish the gift of Light and Love which is your birthright.  Great Spirit asks no task of you, no homage to be made, no trial to be won to know Its Love. This gift is for all of Dohman, with the hope that the empty place within his new soul is so insignificant, so surrounded by Love, that it becomes as the sound of a whisper in a Thunderstorm. All you must do as his Mother is to give him your love, keep him safe, and see only the Light that exists within you both. This is what Spiorad Mor would have of all Its creations.  Until now it has been a struggle for them; and some have moved in the way of darkness as a result.  We must be ever mindful to know which voices are speaking to us.”

M’na asked in earnest, “But how will we know the difference?”

There was strength, comfort and certainty in Naofa’s voice when she answered, “That which comes from the Light will never cause you pain and will never urge you to bring pain upon another.”

M’na had never desired to cause pain for anyone. She had not even known pain until she gave birth, other than what she felt when she was careless in the forest or brushed her hand accidentally too near the fire.  The pain of birth had brought forth such glory in her child, she thought as she turned to gaze at him, lying so small atop their bed. He was so peaceful, delightfully holding his hands up in the light and smiling into the face of all that was to come. She felt comforted by Naofa’s words.

Eagna, who had silently been continuing to attend to M’na’s hair, touched her shoulder and added, “The most important thing to remember, to impart to your son, and to share with your companion, is that you are never EVER alone.  Even if you stand silent in a void of darkness and doubt, look for the Light. It is always with you, within you.  I do not know what lies in store for any of us; I only understand that this realm, our Existence, is the Creation of all who exist within it. It will be as we all are.  Do you understand this truth?”

M’na felt a warmth rush over her entire body, sending little chills to every part.  Her heart ached as tears rolled down her soft cheeks. Reaching for a hand from each of her wise counselors, she held them fast and knew the truth of their words.  In the presence of such strength and beauty how could she have had any doubts? How easy it is to be comforted when in the presence of great Love. The real test would be knowing comfort in the silence of physical separation. “Just wait and see…”, the very small voice in the void tried to call out. But for now she could hear nothing but the beating of her own joyful heart and the cooing sounds coming from her son. Before leaving the dwelling a soft skin was draped around her shoulders that fell around her knees. The infant was placed in her arms just before they stepped out and into the Circle of Sanctification, with Naofa leading Mother and Child and Eagna following behind.

Inion, watching from the realm, was filled with tremendous love for her daughters. They were a trinity of Strength, Love and Wisdom.
The males were standing near the edge of the dwelling as the  females emerged, with M’na holding the child of Unity lovingly in her arms.  The scent of the herbs that had been bubbling all morning hung heavily in the air; and everyone could now feel the effects of its aroma.  Naofa motioned M’na to sit on one of the flat stones that was placed near the doorway to their dwelling.  She directed Fireann to his place beside his companion. Going to her bundle, she withdrew a cord of leather from within it. Returning to where Fireann sat, she held the cord up for all to see that there was a stone dangling from the center. It was translucent brown with golden flecks that glimmered in the sunlight.  All present thought their first glimpse of this stone looked like the eye of the great cat.  Naofa turned to stand before Fireann, continuing to lift high the stone as she spoke.

“Son of Eternity. Companion to Dohman’s first Daughter. Father of the Unity through Humankind. This stone is a gift from the eternal essence that moves within the all.  It is as the eye of the Great Cat who lives by its prowess and understanding of its place.  It will gift you with great strength, fortitude, and perseverance.  Just as the great cat stalks its prey with vigilance, patience and tenacity; so should you move through this life.  Dohman honors your journey with this gift. Wear it in the knowledge that the strength of the Great Cat Spirit goes with you.”
Naofa then leaned and fastened the cord around Fireann’s neck. The stone hung against his fair skin and glimmered in the sunlight which was now making its way to the far side of the Garden. Here in Foirfeachta, the sun rose over the trees and fell behind the distant mountains. M’na reached out a free hand to grasp that of Fireann, squeezing it gently. When he looked up in gratitude at the Sorceress, she saw the great solemnity with which he accepted this gift.  She touched the stone one last time. It seemed to glow for the instant that her finger lingered there before she stood and turned to the two males left standing on the fringes of the circle.

Sensing what was to come, they moved closer to the fire pit as Naofa motioned them to sit, one on either side of the fire, flanking the family.
Each carried with them a bundle and an instrument of sound, made by their own hands from the natural gifts of their homeland.  Eagna, now understanding where her place was to be, went over and seated herself upon the large, flat rock that was closest to Eolas. She, too, had a bundle she held close to her side.  (Wisdom and Knowledge, good partners for this ceremony.) Their eyes met for an instant as she took her position. Something stirred within each of them, although neither could discern whether it was the headiness of the scent-filled air or something entirely different. Both pushed these feelings aside and focused on the ceremony, for they knew this was not the moment for them.
When everyone was in place, Naofa turned from the family and stepped closer to the fire pit. Next to it were placed a group of small, wooden cups. Fireann was instructed to make these and had done his job well, smoothing the insides and carving the symbols just as Naofa had asked him to do. The markings were different on each one, revealing the gifts of Spirit that its contents would hold for the one who took it within. She picked each one up in turn, dipping its edge in the syrupy liquid that simmered over the fire, partially filling each and then setting them aside.  She turned to face the stone where Eolas sat, quietly awaiting her next move.

Although everyone present knew they would be participants, nothing had been revealed of their role prior to the present moment. It was understood that Spirit was guiding this ceremony just as it guided all things in existence.  When Naofa spoke his name, Eolas knew at once what was in his heart and what he would share.
“Eolas, come and greet the gift of Eternity, alive in the miracle child of M’na and Fireann.”

Before Eolas went to the family, Naofa handed him one of the cups and waited for him to drink. The draft was strong with herbs and mildly bitter; but he downed all that was in the cup before turning to face the new family. They looked positively frightened and radiant at once.  He couldn’t contain his smile of appreciation for all they had agreed to carry on their shoulders.  When he began to speak, all became still. He spread his arms wide as the words flowed from the Hunter’s heart.

“Dear friends who have traveled here from the outer lands, blessed dwellers of Foirfeachta and all that lives and breathes within this perfect home of the Eternal Mother’s first family, my name is Eolas. It was in the Spirit of Knowledge that my Father brought me forth from the Earth, giving me the strength of the hills and the agility of wild beasts. It was in the Spirit of Love that he called me to the task of Understanding the All that Is so that I may  act as counselor and friend to the inhabitants of Foirfeachta.  It is in this same Spirit of Love that I stand before you now, with the added honor of becoming counselor, mentor and someday, friend, to the new life you hold in your arms.”

Reaching inside the leather pouch he had slung across his shoulder, Eolas produced a small object.  It was fashioned from the hide of the very first creature that had given him sustenance in his physical body. The rabbit’s fur was soft and comforting to hold.  There was attached a leather strap to serve as a handle. Inside were a mixture of dried sage and lavender leaves which were fragrant and made a gentle rustling sound as he moved it.

“I bring this gift to your son. May it bring him comfort as he lies sleeping, soothing his senses with its scent and bringing playful spirit to his dreams just as its former owner played among the tall grasses.  Before I leave this place, we will make tools for your son, Fireann, so that he may one day work alongside his father, learning the ways of survival. We do not know what the next cycle brings. He will need to be strong and surefooted, just as his Father is.” He nodded towards Fireann with respect and deference.  Reaching into his pouch again, he withdrew a length of braided leather. At the ends he had fastened feathers from the loveliest birds in the Garden, chosen from those he collected from his visits there.  These he kept aside when he made his own headdress. Now they hung beautifully from the braided leather cord.  Eolas held this gift out to M’na.

“This gift is for you, Mother of Humankind.  May it lift your Spirits, even as the birds that gave their wings to be a part of this gift for you. May I?”  He gestured towards her head. She nodded eagerly and Eolas approached her.  He placed the leather cord around her head and tied the ends so that it circled her head while the feathers cascaded down her back, mingling with her dark locks. It reminded him of birds winging across a night sky. M’na looked up at their friend and reached out to touch his hand. “Thank you for your gifts and your friendship.  I will wear this with honor. May our son grow to know you as we do, loyal and true.  He will need you as his counsel, just as Fireann and I do.”

Suddenly, on impulse, Eolas bent down and planted a brief kiss in the center of M’na’s forehead.  He glanced at Fireann, uncertain of what his reaction might be; but his friend wore a warm smile as he nodded his approval. Fireann was glad that others treasured his precious gift as much as he did. They were becoming a trio. They would need this bond in the future though none could foresee it yet. Eolas returned to his stone well pleased.
Eagna observed all of this in silence, but her mind and heart had been racing. Who was this male that could bring her to her knees mentally; and what was the meaning of the feelings that stirred between them?
“Eagna?” It was Naofa’s voice that pulled her from her contemplation. The Sorceress gestured her forward.  Eagna left the stone where she had been seated, legs crossed.  Now trying to stand on them, they felt shaky. Was it from sitting too long or from the fragrance that hung in the air like a heavy fog? Making certain of her footing, she went to Naofa who gave her a cup of the draft to drink. She marveled at the intricate carvings along the inside edge. What did it mean? She, too, noticed the slight bitterness in its taste but appreciated the herbal tea for the gifts it provided.

Eagna had been working with herbs for a long time. This mixture she had prepared would serve to purify and cleanse one who took it. She approached the family and looked warmly at them.  Already she felt close to this female. Eagna had been the first to help M’na when the time for her delivery arrived, when she had been overwhelmed with fear and anxiety. It had been Eagna who calmed her nerves and held her trembling hands.  It was Eagna who had first touched her newborn son. M’na’s love for this wise female was already great; and she understood the depth of her own Counselor’s loyalty without the need for words.
Eagna, too, had a gift for them as a part of this ceremony. She reached beneath her tunic and withdrew a small parcel from her own leather bag.  She untied the bindings and let the edges of the large leaf which enfolded her gift fall away to reveal the treasure which lay inside. It was a smooth, lovely stone. Its dark color seemed as black as the night sky, but in truth it was not. The morning after her call to Foirfeachta she meditated by the mist shrouded lake.  It was there, beside the still water, that she saw it glinting in the early sunlight, just as she arose to gather her things and leave for her journey. Seeing its dark blue hues and feeling its energy, she knew it was a gift of the living energy of Dohman; and as such, this was surely a blessing from the Goddess Mother. Fascinated with its color, like the dark waters of her lake, she had kept it.  It was a mesmerizing stone to look at.

When she brought it to the Garden, she had not been certain of its purpose as a gift; but as soon as Naofa laid eyes upon it, she knew.  Shortly after the child’s birth, beneath the light of the moon, the females had taken the stone into a small clearing near the heart of the Garden. There, Naofa called upon the gift of Light to bring power to the orb. She asked the energy of Dohman to imbue it with something that would connect M’na to her family always. The stone began to glow under the moonlight as it took on new life. Both had whispered prayers of thanks and gratitude.
Now, as Eagna lifted it from its wrapping, the hazy light of the setting sun fell across its surface, and for a moment it was lit within. It became as a window; and there, through it, she saw a brief vision, something so fleeting she was not certain it had been there. In a blink what she saw was horrific beyond measure and so swift in its passing that she thought it an imagining.  The glint disappeared and so did the vision. She handed the stone tenderly to M’na.

“This gift will keep you connected to all that you love.  In its mists, when you are in need and your Spirit is in communion with the All that Is, you will be able to see your family anywhere, anytime.  You may use it to call your Mothers to your side or to follow your loved ones if ever they are far away from you.  You will know what is necessary to do when the time comes.”

Laying her son gently in her lap, M’na received the gift from Eagna and admired the stone with obvious awe. As Eagna gazed down into the young Mother’s eyes, she saw a mixture of wonder, amazement and not just a hint of sadness.  M’na must have sensed that the time would come when it would be necessary to call upon the mystery of its gift. She smiled wanly and offered her thanks. “It will be always close to my heart, for it is truly a gift of my world and the one who first touched the miracle that is our son.”

Eagna reached inside her bag once more and took out a small piece of wood, hollowed in the center of one side and handed it to M’na. The latter placed it on the ground before her and gently put the orb in the center where it fit perfectly.  Eagna bent to place a kiss on the infant’s forehead and brushed her lips across M’na’s cheek as she arose. She reached across to quickly squeeze Fireann’s arm.

Returning to take her place once more in the stone circle, she passed Eolas and their eyes met in a brief but meaningful glance. Both knew they shared a destiny; but in this evolving world, what did that mean?

Before Naofa could turn to Laoch, he had already left his stone perch and moved towards the fire pit, hand extended for his cup.  As eager a participant as he was a hunter, he took it and drank heartily, only feeling a slight light headed warmth as it trickled down through his body.  The bitter draft seemed to quiet his rapidly beating heart. The Warrior was regretful now that he had already presented his gift for the infant to its father and had nothing left to give but his own great heart, so full of loyalty and devotion he felt it might burst.  Still, in solemn homage, he approached the family. He needn’t have worried, for Fireann, being empathetic to his male ego, understood what he might be feeling and produced the small rattle on a cord that Laoch had given to him before.  He lifted it to Laoch and nodded to M’na and the child. Laoch was overwhelmed with gratitude and gladly took the gift.  He held it out to M’na, repeating what he had told Fireann earlier regarding the nature of the gift and vowing once more to fashion a bow for the future huntsman, still so new and innocent as it lay in its Mother’s lap.  Although he would have liked to plant a kiss on M’na’s cheek and to cuddle the infant, he felt too clumsy and overwhelmed with such a display to carry it out.  Instead, he reached out a great brown hand to M’na; and when she extended her own, he took it and bent his head to kiss her delicate skin.

When she smiled and said, “Thank you for being our friend and protector” his heart was very full.  He withdrew his hand from M’na, extended it to Fireann for a hearty shake and bent to touch the infant lightly on its nose. The new life opened its little eyes and for a moment there was a fire between them.  Laoch’s heart skipped a beat, but as soon as it had appeared, the fire was gone. The child smiled and closed its eyes once more.  Laoch turned to find his place in the circle again, feeling confident in the success of his gift and his place in the lives of this Family.

During the ceremony, the skies began transforming from dusky pink to shades of evening grays as the sun slowly slipped behind the mountains. Naofa moved to the center of the circle and raised her hands to the heavens.

“Let us meditate, bringing forth Eternal Light, as we call upon the Creators to join us now.  We seek their blessing on this Sanctification of humankind’s firstborn son.”  All within the circle lifted their arms upward just as the Woman of Mystery did; and with upturned faces the group began to sing in unison, sounds they had come into this existence knowing, sounds they  had used in meditation many times. Together they lifted their voices Spiorad Mor.

“Ahhh……ooohhhh…….

aayyyyy…..Ahhhhhhh………Hiyeee……”
As they chanted, Noafa began to move about the circle from one colored stone to the next. Standing before each one, she held her hand above it and chanted the sounds until it became alive with a brilliant light.  Slowly, deliberately, she moved from one to another-chanting, lighting, and lifting her voice to Eternity. No one broke a chord.

As the last stone became alit with life, M’na took the infant she held in her arms and raised him upward to the twilight skies as she cried out, “Mothers, see the child I have delivered through my womb from the fruit of my companion!  Join us in our Sanctification of this gift to our World. Spiorad Mor, breathe your great Love into his heart that He may always hear your Voice, even when the noise of his Life threatens to drown the echoes of its Truth!”

Fireann positioned himself behind his Female, encircling her with his great legs as he entwined his arms with hers to hold their infant Son as high as they could. He added his own voice to the prayers to Eternity. “Fathers of Spirit, gift my Son with the strength of your Essence that he may be mighty in his journeys and great in Spirit!”

All were chanting loudly now, not in unison, but in a gentle circle of the sounds so that it was as a slow rolling wave of music climbing up from the Garden to the skies and beyond.

Soon, there was a low rumbling, but it became more intense as they continued to lift up their song of beckoning.  Soon  the ground beneath them began to tremble.  Outside of the Garden, rocks tumbled and trees quaked, but they did not feel these things. The waters sloshed in the lakes and rivers as all of Dohman chanted to the Eternal Realm; yet, in the Garden all was still.

Naofa completed the circle so that all of the stones were ablaze with light.  As she returned to the fire pit, it sprang to life in a burst of blazing flame.  All in the circle could feel its heat and yet it was soothing.

When they opened their eyes at last, night had descended upon the Garden with only the great moon hanging directly above them and what seemed to be endless stars in the black sky.  Naofa lowered her arms as everyone ceased to chant.  M’na and Fireann gently returned their Son to rest in her lap.  All was still. No sound emitted from the deep forest around them, no night birds called, and no small creatures chirped or cried to the moon. No wind rustled the leaves in the trees.  No sound of water could be heard rushing down the slopes. No one wanted to utter a breath for fear of breaking the Sacred silence.

All eyes fell upon Naofa as she stood gazing into the Forest, directly down the path that led from the far side of the circle, across from where the new Family sat. Her gaze was steady, expectant and unwavering. Soon, a distant rustling of leaves and branches could be heard as a knowing smile crept across her face. The dancing firelight gave her ocean gray eyes the look of waves rolling. None would forget her radiance in the light of the moon that night as she waited for the next miracle.
She motioned to the two males within the circle, and they reached beside them for their instruments. Eolas had fashioned a drum of light wood with the hide of a small animal stretched across the top. He placed it in the center of his crossed legs and began to beat the top of it softly, rhythmically as he began chanting once again.

Laoch took his own instrument from his leather pouch, something small but lovely indeed. It was made from the red clay of the river that ran through the cliffs of his homeland. It was lovingly shaped with a hollow inside, small holes across the top, and one single, narrow slit at the end; and this piece was as lovely to look at as the sounds it produced. He decorated it with small swirls and dots, representing the beauty within his soul.  Now he lifted his prize to his mouth and began to gently blow his breath into this instrument, slowly and evenly.  As he continued to blow, he moved his fingers to and fro along the holes, so that each breath produced a different sound; and he arranged the sounds to match the tone of the chanting as the others raised their voices once more, calling forth the Spirit of Eternity to join their celebration.

There came more rustling, increasing in intensity as it came closer.  Soon, a great Light appeared above the horizon, greater even than sun or moon; and the brilliant beams split the sky.  The rustling grew louder, growing thunderous, like the hooves of many wild beasts in a stampede.  The light grew brighter as it etched its way across the blackness of the night sky.

All present were full of the Light of Love within aw they felt the closeness of their Creators.  None were in fear at this moment. Just when it seemed the sounds of thunder would drown out their voices completely, there was a final, deafening thud.  All returned to silence once more. Not a breeze stirred, and no one dared move. The tea, the fragrance, the energy, had them all in a state of trance. Slowly, all heads turned to the path at the edge of the circle and waited. M’na heard the voice of her Mother speaking even before she saw the being come to stand before her.

to be continued…….

Once again, I thank you for reading my humble story.  If you are interested in previous chapters, they can be found by typing in the title in the search bar.  As always, I appreciate any thoughts,feedback or ideas.  It is my hope that you will find some enjoyment, comfort or amusement from the story.  May you life be filled with the light of Unconditional Love always…

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Pura Vida,

Cheryl

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