The vessel carries me forward – into the dark night. A lunar face observes my wanderings, not a descent really, more an investigation or exploration of how I am going to get to where I must go. There is no chance of going back. Once illuminated you can’t pretend you don’t see. The feminine face watches from her airy throne.
I am not alone; I turn and see the falcon escorting me. His eyes are sharp and bright, he is not afraid. He is powerful and quick. I am in slow motion in my vessel – sounds come slowly as though through a fog, although the night is clear around me. Interestingly I cannot see but a few feet ahead, and yet I can simultaneously feel the ocean and sky reaching unobstructed ahead of me. In my mind’s eye, I can see forever into the dark.
I stand in my vessel in my quiet world with only the eyes above and behind watching me. I wonder how long my journey will last, and where it will lead me. I wonder if I will see my children again, and yet I feel no anxiety.
I am aware that the boat that holds me is turning colors as I float through my dreamlike state. First it is dark, like the night, then silvery white as my lunar friend shines her silvery shadow upon me, then the vessel appears to be moving faster. I am aware in my stillness that a great movement forward is occurring.
My hair stirs, and I can sense water pushing up against the bow of the boat. The boat appears to heat up, or at least that is what it looks like as a reddish glow envelops me. My falcon says nothing. Suddenly, I see light in the distance, rushing at me in a warm golden blanket until the distance is here and now. My skin feels warm and I am filled with happiness.
My barque has become a golden vessel and my lunar friend is no more, replaced by a proud and majestic sun. I turn to look at my companion. His eyes are still, frozen in the solid body of a golden statue, an eternal symbol of my journey.
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