“We shall speak no more!” She stood up, tall and beautiful. Her leopard cape smoothly and gently unveiling the mixture of the armor she wears and her skin beneath it as the cape falls to the floor.
I don’t hesitate. I ignite my being out of fire, wings sprout from my back and I fly towards her. As I approach her, my hand creates a sword of fire while the Resurrector disperses a stream of energy that within it contains tamed souls.
I choose not to block the stream and I actually allow it to penetrate my being. The Resurrector smirks as if she is claiming her victory. I become one with the souls and we dance in a circular formation around the Resurrector. We stretch, bend and fold over to separate as if we are a chewy substance. We gather as one again and my flames burn higher and hotter than ever before. We go back to where we came from. The sword of fire goes right through her chest and we the souls follow, creating a scene like that of bees around a honey comb, attacking it for its sweetness.
Suddenly she disappears and I look around. I see the night become day and the pale trees grow leaves as the sand has grown grass and the Crystal Mansion becomes a house where a spring door opens and the Ressurector walks out.
“How did you beat me? I had my followers, my beaten souls and you turned them against me in order to strike your sword,” her voice trembled.
“Your souls did not turn against you, you turned them against yourself,” I said. I then continued, “you chose to use them for ill will. We are all souls and creative minds, which are equal and diverse in there own dynamic way. I’ve come to learn that in order to be a leader you must be one with The All and your team will follow by example not by taming them.”
“Your captive souls realized I was one of them - a soul - a core of fire. They couldn’t go against one of their own. There is no separation as you’ve decided to create separation between your and them,” I yelled from the short distance.
“I underestimated you Crow I will now resurrect your mind,” she said
“What about the rest of my being,” I continued to yell.
“That will be determined by the rest of your parts, you’ve understood now as a soul that there is no separation from the whole of The All, but other parts of your being have still to realize and accept that truth. Those parts of you will need to fight their own battles as I can only resurrect not unite,” she softly said.
I began to weep as I came back to my present moment. I was lying on the floor at the center of Orozco’s mural “Man of Fire” inside Hospicio Cabañas in Guadalajara. Observing and experiencing the beauty of this mural, reminded me of my much avoided past.
I don’t hesitate. I ignite my being out of fire, wings sprout from my back and I fly towards her. As I approach her, my hand creates a sword of fire while the Resurrector disperses a stream of energy that within it contains tamed souls.
I choose not to block the stream and I actually allow it to penetrate my being. The Resurrector smirks as if she is claiming her victory. I become one with the souls and we dance in a circular formation around the Resurrector. We stretch, bend and fold over to separate as if we are a chewy substance. We gather as one again and my flames burn higher and hotter than ever before. We go back to where we came from. The sword of fire goes right through her chest and we the souls follow, creating a scene like that of bees around a honey comb, attacking it for its sweetness.
Suddenly she disappears and I look around. I see the night become day and the pale trees grow leaves as the sand has grown grass and the Crystal Mansion becomes a house where a spring door opens and the Ressurector walks out.
“How did you beat me? I had my followers, my beaten souls and you turned them against me in order to strike your sword,” her voice trembled.
“Your souls did not turn against you, you turned them against yourself,” I said. I then continued, “you chose to use them for ill will. We are all souls and creative minds, which are equal and diverse in there own dynamic way. I’ve come to learn that in order to be a leader you must be one with The All and your team will follow by example not by taming them.”
“Your captive souls realized I was one of them - a soul - a core of fire. They couldn’t go against one of their own. There is no separation as you’ve decided to create separation between your and them,” I yelled from the short distance.
“I underestimated you Crow I will now resurrect your mind,” she said
“What about the rest of my being,” I continued to yell.
“That will be determined by the rest of your parts, you’ve understood now as a soul that there is no separation from the whole of The All, but other parts of your being have still to realize and accept that truth. Those parts of you will need to fight their own battles as I can only resurrect not unite,” she softly said.
I began to weep as I came back to my present moment. I was lying on the floor at the center of Orozco’s mural “Man of Fire” inside Hospicio Cabañas in Guadalajara. Observing and experiencing the beauty of this mural, reminded me of my much avoided past.
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