A magical-healing story,

written and illustrated by Linda Cattrall

 

 

 

 

The Swan

 

 

 

Most beautiful

Long necked

Snowy white

Graceful bird.

 

Full of sorrow

Sadness

Mourning

Anger.

 

Your Partner is killed…

Your watery home poisoned…

Your family, once abundant,

now scarce.

 

Your sorrow is my sorrow,

Your anger,  my anger.

 

Would that I could comfort you.

 

The power of your emotions is your

strength.

People have forgotten their mother,

the Earth

 

She who bore and nurtured them.

 

In truth, it is obscenity

to poison the rivers which

flow from Her watery womb,

the Ocean…

 

To pollute the Air which is

Her breath…

 

To rape the Earth which is

Her Body…

 

To deny the Fire which is

Her spirit.

 

How dare they do this? 

How dare they?

……And you, Cousin Oak

Who struggled long to resist

the deadly toxins

 

Your gnarled body testimony to

Your agony

 

Your beautiful roots,

though dead

Still clinging deep into Her

Soft, sacred body.

 

She persists against the odds

To nourish and sustain

Her children.

 

NO!

Dear Swan,

 

I will not comfort you

 

Your emotions are good…

 

Feel your Anger…

 

Feel your Grief…

 

Feel your Strength

feel your Power

 

Move the Earth...

 

 

 

BETWEEN THE WORLDS

BEYOND THE BOUNDS OF TIME

WHERE NIGHT AND DAY

JOY AND SORROW

LIFE AND DEATH

MEET AS ONE

 

Through between and Beyond

 

Travel my beauty

 

The Universal Dragon will guide you.

 

She, the all encompassing

Minute and Vast

Intertwining Every fibre

Every molecule

Every planet in the Uni-verse.

 

All seasons at once

Beginning and End

An ever turning Spiral.

 

She has been with you from the

beginning

She awaits you now.

 

Ethiopia, 1985

 

Most beautiful

Jet Black People,

Your courage

Your anguish

Your hunger.

 

Victims of selfishness

 and greed.

 

Tiamat lies dying of thirst at your feet

The world calls for tea; coffee; cotton; paper

 

You bury your precious children

in the arid ground.

 

I, breasts overflowing

Nurse my new born

 

You, give birth en route

While you seek food and water.

 

What use are my tears

my shame?

 

You

Who are

The Mothers

And Fathers

Of the human race.

 

In your sky

I send a swan

Flying

Not on wings

But on earth.

 

She knows your heart

 

She brings hope

 

She bears witness

 

 

And takes

One small child.

 

 

 

Between the Worlds

 

Beautiful Black Baby

Snowy White Swan

Caress

As they journey

Through Between and Beyond.

 

Needing no words

Deep understanding

Deep knowing

 

The Universal Dragon

Ever changing

Knowing

Guiding

Loving

 

Silken Serpent Spin

Wind and unwind

Beyond the Bounds of Time.

 

 

Hiroshima, 6th September, 1945

 

Deadly dust falling

Black rain

Utter evil

Breathing filth

Your food poison

Nowhere to go.

Small child,

Your classroom would seem paradise now

 if only it was still there.

Despair - defeat

Incomprehension fills every

fibre of your being.

Where is your culture?

Your ancestry?

Your inheritance?

Oppression seems like an old friend

after the Emperor’s reign.

Long ago a baby was murdered so

one evil man could drink his

mother’s milk..

Let her spirit guide you now on

your journey.

You have intuitions ancient and

Strong as Mountains.

Your roots lie deep within the

Earth.

Go now with the swan and the baby

Help untie this hideous knot.

 

 

And on Through Beyond………

 

Weavers of Time

 

Spinning a spiral Web on threads of

pure Love

 

Inward and Outward.

 

Through Time

 

In Time

 

All of Time

 

No Time.

 

Three small beings vibrating together as

One.

 

Feeling

 

Caring

 

Moving

 

Doing

 

Sharing.

 

Increasing their powers………

 

 

Europe 1625

 

 

Horror upon horror.

 

Gyn-ocide.

 

Hideous separation –

spirit from body.

 

Heaven and Earth wrenched apart.

 

Maniacal misogynistic reformist

fanatics…

Stirring fear and hatred

in the minds

of the stupid and ignorant.

 

Power over

Achieved

through torture of the innocent…

 

Murder of the intelligentsia…

Rape and violation

of the pure and good.

 

My dearest daughter, forced to

watch your Mother’s agony,

 

My body torn apart.

Beaten, raped, shat upon.

 

Mutilated bodies of mothers,

sisters, daughters, aunties

Piled high as Mountains.

 

There is always hope daughter,

This imbalance cannot persist.

Our mother, the Earth will not

tolerate such abuse.

 

Join with the Swan,

the Baby and the Child.

 

The Universe is infinite with

possibilities.

 

Spiralling In

Four Souls,

Freed from their torment.

Intent, purpose and effect

Inseparable.

 

The course set

 

Drawing ever closer

 

The inevitability of their combined Destinies

 

Is now perceived with complete

Clarity.

 

 

The Dawn of Time

In Her exile,

Banished from Human

consciousness,

 

The very source

Of Life and Nourishment

 

Spirit of this Planet -

The Earth Dragon Herself

Awaits the moment

When the very need for Her

Will be Her awakening!

 

 

 

And so it is

 

Harmony

 

Peace

 

Joy

 

Love

 

Understanding

 

Compassion

 

The new true condition of

Humanity!