The Goddess sat at the edge of the abyss and gathered her power. With her eyes closed, she felt a gentle breeze, breathing in and out as she processed her difficult experiences, viewing them as lessons. The man behind her stood still, observing. He spoke, "You must learn to gather your energy and process what you experience. Each lifetime will present lessons, and this lesson you are learning now is crucial for navigating your path.
She chose to move through this without being consumed by it. While sitting and relaxing, she felt a sense of peace gathering within. Though her mind was full of thoughts, and she could have immersed herself in them, she chose to let them pass. She simply observed what had happened and the feelings that were stirring within, without reacting. She felt peace.
From behind her, she heard him again: "Whenever you need to, think of this place and return here to gather your peace and grow."
A sense of comfort washed over her, and her shoulders relaxed. A breeze of fresh wind blew past her, and she relaxed even further. With closed eyes, she entered the fog again. She felt her dragon around her and flew once more, through the air and up into space. It was ethereal; space and galaxies streamed past her. She saw giant clusters of stars and galaxies that resembled animals and human-like shapes. There were even shapes of creatures she didn't recognize. Some of them moved as she flew past them at great speed. She stopped near giant beings formed from stars and galaxies. Three beings stood and moved slowly. Their bodies were created from space matter, a mix of starlight and the darkness of space, resembling a night sky with scattered colors. They looked at her and spoke, but there was no voice; they communicated mind to mind in silence: "This is your boundary now. Until you understand this existence, you shall not pass. For everything you need to know, there will be guides and lessons. Go now."
She observed them, feeling their wisdom and respecting them. She turned and flew back the way she came, looking toward a planet that seemed alive, with orbs of different colors and stars that shone brightly or dimly. "Where now?" she wondered. She relaxed and closed her eyes. "I will be guided to my next lesson and find those lost souls from the portal. I will be guided." She relaxed and felt the wind again. The dragon guided her, and she felt the fog around her, like a fresh morning before sunrise. She opened her eyes and found herself in another body. She was a beauty, with long black hair like raven wings in the sun and clear white skin. She woke up as a woman in a growing human civilization. The hunt for souls had begun in earnest, as she felt a close energy and connection, something pulling her toward this part of the world.
Living as a human in a civilization of beautiful houses and bustling streets filled with diverse goods was something the Goddess hadn't expected.
She was born into a large family with many children. Their hillside home offered a panorama of a valley where a silvery river snaked its way with strong currents, a constant low growl, where swimming was considered dangerous. Historically, large river fish were caught there, and boats were used, but with modernization, all of that had become history.
The hills around them as tapestry covered in a variety of trees: the rough textured oak, smoth cool bark of birch, towering sweet maple, wild sour cherry, sticky sap needles of pine.
When autumn arrived, the leaves slowly fell in the light breeze that swept leaves across the hilltops and through the crevices. The crisp scent of decaying leaves and the
rustling melody of them falling in a gentle breeze.
Small water springs provided fresh water for the entire family; it was their own water. The icy water, sweet on the tongue, bubbled between the hills.
Now in a small human body, the Goddess often ran into the forest, feeling the wind and sun, the warm sun kissing her skin and wind whipping through her hair.
Playing and dreaming of the many worlds and fictional characters she later read about in library books.
Her early memories were filled with asking for hugs but being rejected, seeking help but being made to feel guilty, climbing everywhere and being scolded, and running into the forest and being reprimanded for disappearing.
Her childhood was a mix of yearning for affection and the sting of rejection, the empty space where the hug should have been, the sharp tang of guilt after asking for help.
Hiding in dusty closets their musty scent clinging to her clothes or sleeping in small spaces was a form of play for her. Later, the evening ritual of being asked where she was, and sometimes searched for, became another memory, along with being scolded for falling asleep in a large closet or hiding under the bed, which was almost a daily occurrence.
She was like a wild child, constantly losing her shoes, relishing the cool ticklish feel of grass beneath her bare feet.
No stone or thorn could pierce her feet, as she was accustomed to walking barefoot, making them tough. Her parents scolded her for losing shoes everywhere, and those shoes were never found, as if some unseen creatures had hidden them after she discarded them.
Hours of exploring the surrounding hills were her favorite pastime. Whistling and singing while walking or running through the forest was also a part of her joy. Running down the hills and encountering deer was a frequent occurrence. She would place grass between her thumbs and make sounds, like a grass flute.
Her father often worked on their land, and she sometimes accompanied him, learning about healing plants, how to care for fruit trees, and how to propagate them.
When she was sent to the school all the other children attended, she was left there and cried. No matter how hard she tried to fit in, she felt different. She loved nature, and she was so kind that seeing children fight or act aggressively was something she disliked and couldn't understand.
Soon, she discovered the library, a place where she could hide, and her only friend was the librarian's daughter. That girl was a good friend, even though she was considered a little strange. Her hair was always oily, and her skin was full of acne. Her nails were long, and although they were well-shaped, she kept them too long, often scratching her skin and leaving pink marks.
Despite this, she was smart and diligent in her studies. She had little knowledge of living in nature, even though she loved animals and walks outdoors.
They grew together, laughed together, ran together, shopped together, and talked about popular boys. Their shared laughter,dreams and secrets were refuge from cruelty of others.
Many of the other children made fun of them, and it was harsh. Some boys ran past them, making faces or even hurting them with words or, in worse cases, hitting them with balls during sports or striking them with school bags. But they had their own small secrets and enjoyed themselves despite the others' cruelty.
She often hid alone in the library and found books children weren't supposed to read: The wispered secrets of myths, weighty encyclopedias, the cryptic language of psychology, hidden history or anything that sparked her curiosity.
She found a book about fairies and their symbols, which sparked her exploration of mystical things. She noticed things she could see that others couldn't. She spoke of them only once, and people told her not to mention them again. She observed their conversations and judgments and learned to be silent.
Her power was seeing the past and future, observing old ghosts, and seeing beings from stories. She could feel when people or animals were about to die, and she could see the possibilities of their lives. She was kind and couldn't understand all the suffering.
Having grown up with wild and farm animals, she sometimes found people more cruel than the animals she spent time with.
Why did humans call themselves civilized when they were not? Did nature give them this kind of life?
She grew little by little, and the years passed. She spent most of her time in nature, the library, or her small room, where she created art and other creative things.
She also had another frequent practice. She would sit on her bed with crossed legs, close her eyes, and dream or imagine. Initially, it was just observing the noises outside, which then led to internal observation.
Often, she would retreat to her bed, legs crossed, eyes closed, and slip into a world of her own making. At first, she simply listened to the sounds of the world outside her window, the rustling leaves, the distant calls of birds, until those sounds faded, and she turned her attention inward. And then, suddenly, she found herself in the air. She was flying again. In her mind's eye, she stretched her arms, and felt the wind's cool rush against her face, the whisper of it through her imagined feathers. The ground fell away, a dizzying drop, yet she felt no fear, only the exhilarating lift of her wings. She felt the powerful strokes of her imagined wings, gliding effortlessly through the wind. She tried to observe her body, and she noticed she was something like a small eagle. A thrill surged through her, a sense of boundless freedom she'd never known, as she soared through the clouds."
Meditation Air - Eagle
"The Goddess, feeling the weight of her human life pressing down on her, retreated to her small room. She sat on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, and closed her eyes, seeking a moment of peace.
'Allow the sounds of the world around you to fade away,' she whispered, her voice barely audible. 'Listen to the gentle rustling of leaves outside your window, the distant calls of birds...'
As she guided herself through the meditation, she felt a sense of release. The tension in her shoulders eased, and her mind grew quiet. When she imagined herself as an eagle soaring through the clouds, a thrill surged through her, a feeling of boundless freedom.
When the meditation ended, she opened her eyes, feeling refreshed and renewed. The weight of her human life seemed lighter, and she felt a sense of connection to her true self."
Find a comfortable position, either sitting or lying down. Gently close your eyes. Allow your body to relax, releasing any tension you may be holding. Take a few deep breaths, inhaling slowly and exhaling completely.
Now, imagine yourself sitting on your bed, legs crossed, eyes closed. Allow the sounds of the world around you to fade away. Listen to the gentle rustling of leaves outside your window, the distant calls of birds. Notice the subtle shifts in the air, the gentle breeze against the glass.
As you listen, feel yourself turning inward, drawing your attention away from the external world and focusing on your inner landscape. Let go of any thoughts that arise, simply observing them as they pass, like clouds drifting across the sky.
And then, suddenly, you find yourself in the air. You are flying. Feel the lightness, the sense of liberation. Imagine yourself stretching your arms, and feel the cool rush of the wind against your face, the whisper of it through your imagined feathers.
The ground falls away, a dizzying drop, yet you feel no fear, only the exhilarating lift of your wings. You are soaring, gliding effortlessly through the air. Feel the powerful strokes of your imagined wings, lifting you higher and higher.
Try to observe your body, and you notice you are something like a small eagle, a creature of strength and grace. Feel the wind beneath your wings, the effortless glide, the sharp focus of your vision.
A thrill surges through you, a sense of boundless freedom you've never known. You are soaring through the clouds, feeling strong and free.
Allow yourself to fully experience this feeling of liberation, of boundless possibility.
Breathe deeply, inhaling the fresh, clean air, and exhaling any remaining tension. Feel the peace and serenity that comes with this sense of freedom.
Now, gently begin to bring your awareness back to your body. Feel the weight of your body on the bed or chair. Wiggle your fingers and toes. Take a few more deep breaths.
When you feel ready, slowly open your eyes, carrying with you the feeling of peace and freedom you have experienced."