Friday, November 27, 2009

I miss my mother

I try to be strong. I try to be wise. I try hiding any vulnerability from these strangers. Nevertheless, I miss my mother. Why did they have to take me from her? If they wanted me, why could they not they take they take us both…or better yet, invite us to come? I am sure that mother would have let us go to help them with whatever it is they need help with. It is not that they had to resort to these measures. They did not have to separate us. What kind of monsters takes a child from her mother? Especially one that still needs training…guidance? It would serve them right if I will not do what they ask…or better yet, if I cannot do what they wish. Will not, they can still force me to, but if I cannot, then they would not be able to force me to, no matter what they tried.

It is amazing to me the short time we have actually been to sea. It feels like an eternity. Every time I see my captor or the woman, I want to ask them if we have arrived yet, but I know that we have a very long journey ahead of us. Perhaps there is some way that the voyage will pass by faster.

What I am afraid of, however, is that for every fathom that we travel, it takes me that much farther away from mother…oh, and the rest of the village.

It makes me wonder if the man who is my father…if he was around, if this would have happened? Perhaps he would have been able to protect mother and I better…and the village. I feel much like the village idiot right at this moment.

~Allorana

Monday, November 23, 2009

Crystals

Being on the water makes me miss the crystals. the glitter of the sun on the waves reminds me of the sun shining off the crystals and stone that we use for everything.

There are all sorts of crystals that we use…lapis lazuli is one of my favorites…it sure is pretty.

All the same, the one that we use above all others are the Seeds. They are all over on Lemuria. They are so many, and the land gives them up so freely, that, we can go for a walk, and we can see dozens laying all around…especially in the sand.

We use the Seed crystal for so many things…healing, communication, divination…mostly, we use it for record keeping. Long ago, we found a way to record our knowledge into these crystals.

As usual, mother has yet to teach me how to do this.

Some of the Elder’s know how to do it, though it is mostly the Priest’s, Priestesses and attendants that know how.

They know all the good stuff.

According to Mother, I have power. I don’t know why she keeps putting me off on some of the things she could teach me. If I knew how to read the crystals…maybe I could have known how to help myself by now…

~Allorana

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Atlantean priest’s and priestesses

I wonder what the Atlantean priest’s and Priestesses are like. Mother has never said much about them. of course, mother has never said much about Atlantis at all. If they want me for my powers—and I have to assume that is what they would want me for, what else could they want me for? If they had wanted mother, they would have taken her too—then their priest’s and priestesses can’t be too powerful. I wonder what they will do to me? they can’t be too happy about me coming. I wish I knew. I still have not met anyone other than my captor and this one woman. Do you know how nerve-wracking this is, this not knowing? I wish I could just talk to someone. anyone at this point. I don’t care who. just anyone would be better than sitting here not knowing anything. of course, it would have to be someone who I could understand, and could understand me. I wish I had someone to play with too. I miss my friends. I wonder what is going on in my village. I wonder what my friends who were also taken are doing. I wonder if their captors are being mean to them…? Sometimes I wish I were a regular child. then maybe this would never have happened…I do know I will be talking less…they are getting a little suspicious. I will try to get in here as often as I can, but they are getting suspicious, and I don’t want them finding out any secrets…

~Allorana

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

I miss the drums

Here on this ship, there is singing that they do. It is unlike anything that I have ever heard. it does not have the same beat that I am used to, and they don’t have any drums. I miss the drums. Since I don’t know the language of the Atlantean’s, I can’t even participate. They use whistles and flutes, however, no drums. I don’t know if it is because we are out to sea, nevertheless, I miss them. I don’t think it is that. because when there is no wind, and they use the oars, I hear drum beats…so there are drums on board. so why don’t they use them with their music? It is almost too shrill. It doesn’t move through the body the same way. It can be too piercing. Sometimes it hurts my ears and my head. Though…sometimes it does sound eerily like someone talking…someone almost screaming. I miss the drums. Ever more I miss being at home. Do they even miss me?

~Allorana

Monday, November 9, 2009

What is it like…

…to have a powerful priestess as a mother?

I love it. I have learned so much at her side, beyond what the other children have learned. And I have not even started my own official training as her priestess yet.

You may wonder if it was pre-ordained that I would be a priestess as well. It wasn’t. They had hoped I would be, but there wasn’t anything that declared that it would happened.

It took a few years before I began to show any signs that I would be following in mother’s steps. But regardless if I would or not, I would still be treated the same. Mother garners so much respect. The only other person who has more respect in our village is Ariki, and only because he is our village Elder, our leader…and my grandfather. Although, that relationship is barely ever mentioned.

Back to mother. Because of her, I am treated much better than any of the other children, and the other children run to do my bidding. It is so fun. Sometimes, I admit, I let it go to my head. I forget myself and use them. Mother says I am so much older than my years, that I sometimes forget to be a child, and I talk over them, and they look at me like I am some strange creature. That makes me angry and that is usually when I forget myself and use them. I don’t mean to be cruel to them…I just forget myself. I try not to do that, but it is as if something comes over me.

However, because of my mother, nobody takes me to task over it, besides mother, that is. I try for her.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say it is sublime to have a high priestess as a mother…the work is ten times as much for me as it would be for any other child. However, the rewards are far greater. I love it.

~Allorana

Friday, November 6, 2009

I wonder…

Mother always hints at what the gods are presented like in the drawings, statues and reliefs are not what they really look like. I wonder why they are drawn that way if they don’t look that way…and what they really do look like. How different are they…really?

She says that the differences are not that big, but they are noticeable. why do they not get them right then? Is it they cannot? is it an unwritten law that the representations cannot be exact? why? I would think the gods would want their images to be exact…I don’t know. But I think it is strange.

I can’t wait until I try to visit them. Then I can see what they really look like.

~Allorana

Thursday, November 5, 2009

The Thing’s

I guess I should say a little on the Thing. I mentioned it in my last blog. Blog, what a funny word. Mother said we should stay open to new experiences, and this is certainly that.

The Thing’s are half-human/half-animal. they are the creation of our ancestor’s. when our ancestor’s were young, they discovered their close affinity with magic. in fact, that is what we were, so close in spirit to the gods, yet we had come to Earth to live…we were all but magic. or at leas the ancestors were.

they wanted to create some creatures to do the more…menial tasks. they didn’t want to do the hard labor. they wanted to concentrate on the spirit. not the crops. not the hauling of food. not the plowing of the earth. not the building of the homes. I am sure you see where I am going with this.

So they used their fledgling magic and altered the natural animals to become man-shaped. They had intended the animals to become fully man, yet retain the strength of the animals. only it didn’t work out that way. These creatures were a cross-bred. not fully human, not fully animal. something…different.

The ancestors were horrified by them. They were disgusted and they reviled them. and as such my people, the descendants of the ancestors, treat these creatures…as we call the, Things, as less. Because in our eyes, they are not animals, they are not human, they are objects. they are things. they are less. At least, to others they are. I have no other word for them, so I refer to them as Things as well, but, I think they are more than what we give them credit for.

Some, including my mother, think that they will return to their animal forms one of these days. But I believe that they will be able to fully shift between the two forms, the form of animal and human. that they will one day be full shape-shifters and be the more powerful for it. And one day, perhaps even be revered as shamans.

At least, that is a vision that I had. I have not told mother this. I don’t know that she would believe me…

~Allorana

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

I'm Scared

First mother has the vision and doesn't know what is going on....then the Thing...those half-human/half-animal creatures...comes stumbling in telling me about the ships....then I am taken.

I am scared. I want mother. Or at least, the other women, that are on the other ship. What do they want with us?

Now, my eyes are doing weird things...what is going on?

I can't ask my captor. He will use it against me. I know he will. And this woman...she can't even speak my language, even if I wanted to ask her.

Gods, have you forsaken me? What should I do?

~Allorana
Allorana and her Mother, Shashanna, are characters out a free eSerial called Mu mysteries written by Cherry Dumas (www.enchantmentofthemind.com , www.cherrydumas@blogspot.com , www.twitter.com/cherrydumas , www.facebook.com/cherry.dumas