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The Dragon Leaves
By Filidh Lochlannach
The Dragon Leaves
Copyright: Hege Fossum
Published: 2014
Publisher: Fossum Books
Copyright: Hege Fossum
Published: 2014
Publisher: Fossum Books
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Cover design: Filidh Lochlannach
Cover photo: Thomas O. Stenberg
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.
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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.
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.
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.
They are gone.The lights are normal again.
I am writing.
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