>>
|
c3ec0a.jpg
Royal Ruby Island
c3ec0a
I am the last Ebony Dweller. My line has fainted. I often come to this pond to sit and spend time. Here I can hear the voice of the Great Mother whispering to me in the language of the leaves, a language every tree-living knows here. This forest is Ootonga, Lives-In-Trees.
The Great Mother supports us tree-living beings and lives everywhere in Ootonga. She provides us with food and shelter in the form of dead tree. But Ootonga has not known peace in a long while. The outsiders are cutting down trees and pillaging the earth for shiny, dark things.
I have a short black fur. The Great Mother doesn’t look into our appearance and exclude someone from her secrets only because he seems to be an abomination. She however encourages us to find our own way, our own destiny.
Those who wish to learn the way of the Great Mother are supported in their aspiration. We can seek an earthly path or a spirit path. Water reflects the spirits well. It is a gateway for the spirit to affect earthly matters. As a tree spirit, I am empowered near to water like my tree grows strong from a rich supply of water.
My spirit animal is a butterfly.
But who was my spirit goddess that channels me the power of the jungle? What was my druidic specialization again?
|