THE RAISING OF THE ORGANIC LIGHT
The other day I saw an ad on instagram. A competition to write the first chapter of a fantasy story, the first sentence being, “There weren’t always Dragons in the valley.” If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know I have a love of Dragons. How could I resist!
I’ve not done creative storytelling for a very long time and I realise it is something I miss. I don’t know when I stopped, probably late teens (I’m now fifty!) Yet creative storytelling was the thing at upper school I excelled in, although at the time I never believed I was any good at it. Around 8 years old, one of my English school reports said, “Rachael has a limited vocabulary”.
As a literal brained child this was interpreted as a statement of fact. That wounded inner child was always reminding me, well into my adulthood, that I couldn’t possibly be a good writer because, “Mr Martindale said you have a limited vocabulary and to be a really good writer you need to have a BIG vocabulary!” I carried that around with me until I started writing again around 2014.
I think the “law” that child created of having a big vocabulary finally got dissolved when I started doing The Artists Way by Julia Cameron. Much of my Shamanic work on with mySelf and others, now revolves around weeding out these old, unconscious laws and limiting beliefs, that stop us from allowing our creativity to flourish.
Self Enquiry: Words can harm and words can heal. What words, yours or another’s, are you still harming yourSelf with?
There are many words I still don’t know but I’ve got to the point where I don’t really care and I’m excited to learn them. Sometimes when the poems come, I haven’t got the vocabulary to express the essence of what I’m sensing. I now live from the mindset that if I can’t “find” a word in my vocabulary I will simply get out the thesaurus. Usually when I see the options, I know exactly the word my muse is trying to impress on me. Other times I hear a word and I have no idea what it means, then when I look it up it’s perfect in the context of the poem.
Many poems have emerged from my creative cauldron since 2014 and a few blogs on subjects close to my heart, but fantastical made up stories, really allowing my imagination to run wild, or to write about my internal worlds, like the ones I experience in Shamanic journeying, nope! We haven’t been able to go there til now.
I find it interesting that it’s the Dragons that have called my creative storytelling out again. I shall look forward to sharing with you more of my imaginary worlds through the vocal.media platform, although I’ll say this. In my experience Dragons are real. They are an expression of the life force that underpins our reality, the source of our Power and Wisdom as human beings, so that begs the question.. Is my story really fantasy or is it another reality? Of course we are led to believe the former. I’ll leave it up to you to find out..
Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.Lewis Carroll – Alice In Wonderland
You can read my “fantasy” submission, Dragon Rider – The Raising of the Organic Light, by clicking on the vocal.media link at the end of this little snippet:
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Most were still oblivious to their existence, eyes attuned to a world of Durmak’s making, unable to see the magick that was growing in power every day since the event. Soon the day would come where all people and beasts alike would see it and the dragon riders would be able to hide no more.
We’d meet weekly in the forest, communing with the tree dryads whose presence was growing more visible each day. Their faces that were before static, now revealed their true expressions as their spirit’s pulsated and shuddered with the joy of finally being seen and respected.
Many, we soon realised, were portals for the fae, whom unlike the tiny beings we had grown up with in our childhood fairytales, were as tall as us humans, if not taller, mostly slender with a grace and beauty that most humans would die for. Except Nethwiel. He was bigger and wider than a bull with a temperament to match. He wasn’t quite there yet, still slightly unforgiving of humanity’s ignorance and the damage they had done in their oblivious state to his kingdom, the Faery realm.
We called ourselves the Tatsuya, meaning becoming dragon. At the conjunctions, when certain stars aligned with the old stones…. https://vocal.media/fiction/dragon-rider
I hope you enjoy the first chapter of my story. Thank you for sharing this writing journey with me and if you’d like to know more about Shamanic journeys and my Shamanic healing work please keep an eye on my offerings.
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