The
Dragon Leaves
By
Filidh Lochlannach
The
Dragon Leaves
Copyright: Hege Fossum
Published: 2014
Publisher: Fossum Books
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Cover design: Filidh Lochlannach
Cover photo: Thomas O. Stenberg
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This book is respectfully dedicated
to the Spirit of Place,
an entity of history, truth and
great inspiration.
The Past meets the Present
It's late at night. It's cold and the stars are
shining high above me. I have found myself a hilltop deep in the woods and it
is far away from the settlement. There is no light pollution here. I can see
into the realms of the Gods. I light up a fire so I can keep myself warm, and
hang my coffee pot on a stick above the flames. The smell of the fatwood mixed
with the freshly made coffee is spreading around the camp. It always has a relaxing
effect on me. I sense the wellbeing all around me. It’s almost as if time
stands still. It is so wonderful to slow down after a stressful day at work,
and to have left all the house chores behind. The smells make me feel fresh and
the sounds make me vigilant. I am so alive here. So unlike how I feel after
hours on the couch at home in front of the narcotic television shows.
Great thoughts can take place when I am alone in the
great void. Right here is the truth to be found. Above me the night is black,
and when the Sun is gone it gives me the opportunity to look far back in time.
I see all the stars, and Jupiter reigns over the night sky again. The big and
shiny giant is the ruler of darkness. I think about his role to protect us from
being crushed by asteroids. I think about how this powerful ball can make me
feel so small, yet so safe and so taken care of, as if I were a little baby.
The gas giant is like a loving father whose main mission in life is to protect
his children. He holds the Universe together with his strong belt of many
moons.
Time... Can we humans really comprehend what time is?
Milky Way winds like a snake over the night sky. The Earth spins around herself
somewhere in the body of the snake. I am a part of that snake, and I meander around
its pupil in the center of the Universe. What is the snake keeping? I am never
coming back to where I started. And all revolutions the Earth has done have
created invisible veils of time, and that seems impossible to penetrate. Yet I
know that when I look at the stars far up there - way out there it is not the
present moment I see. I look far into the past many light years backwards in
time.
Door bell is
ringing
Two friends are hugging
We are consuming coffee and chocolate
Tongues are training
Lights are changing
The air is shining
Contrasting
Mood is changing
In seconds, the room is loading as if a thunderstorm is just about to come
hammering us. The invisible ions in the space around us are making our hairs
rise like alerted dogs, but where is the sultry feeling that is so
characteristic for a coming storm? We are light headed like on a sunny day –
easy - almost flying.
We are looking
up to the ceiling at the same time.
We are glancing at each other and we are noticing that the other is noticing:
The net.
There is a thin and waving net up there.
We understand that what we see is real.
We are two.
A strong wave of
heat is striking my back. It is rising up my spine and to the top of my head,
and then suddenly - my living room is filled up with knights in shining
armours. They are aligning behind me, and one of them is stepping forward and
is laying his hand softly on my left shoulder. They are ready for battling, and
they are waiting for my command.
On the floor is
standing a man and he seems to be a kind of a mighty leader. He is asking me to
rise from my chair, and I do. He has placed a sword for me on my living room
table. I am picking it up. He is asking me to kneel. I am kneeling.
He is saying: “I
am Aidan. I am not the Aidan you
think. Don’t mix me up with the other. My ruler symbol is the deer.”
Then all of them
are disappearing.
Puff.
They are gone.
The lights are normal again.
I am writing.
