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9/2015

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Princess White Bird Chapter One

 

 Once upon a time there was a sad princess in a white dress. White skin and white mind. White hair and white faith. But then she was born onto this world..
She had faire skin and olive green eyes which she used to see Truth. She could see the colours of people and like a chameleon, her outer layers always adapted to the colours of the people around her. So it came, that this princess was covered in all sort of colourful layers and she was shining like a rainbow fish. Everybody wanted to play with this oddly special princess, because she reflected a lot of colour back to obscure venues. However, the little princess was still sad, because she really liked her white dress and she felt as though nobody could really appreciate it or even see it. Eventually she felt really confused what colour was HERS and she started to forget that her dress was white underneath all the colour patches. When the princess grew older and it came the time for her to leave her ancestors castle and build a home of her own, she build a wall of sulphuric coloured thick stone, so high that she was hidden behind it and most of her former companions couldn't know anymore, where their special friend had gone. Of course the princess did open the wide and big doors of her castle occasionally, but she was very careful of who she let inside.

 

 Chapter Two

 

In order for the princess to be accepted amongst her folks, she had to prove that she would be a good mother so they saw her as their queen. It was, that the world from which she had evolved was in much agony and confusion and her people needed a mother, a queen, a goddess that lead them back to their inner lights. Thus it was necessary that the princess found a prince that would stand by her side and guide her back to her roots and centre of motherhood. It was a quality that came so naturally to her and yet she had forgotten all about it. The problem though was, that the only prince suitable for this role, had to overcome the challenge to recognise her white wedding dress, that she had been wearing all along, behind the sulphuric colored walls and the colourful layers.

 

Chapter three

 

 The time had come that the princess had to participate in a big feast that was celebrated all around the world by the commune of Colouria. She travelled a long way across the blue ocean and the yellow desert, to find a city build of thousand shades of diamond lights. The feast had already gone on for several moons and each night the princess had danced with many potential princes, but they were all so busy being fascinated by her patches of colour, that they just couldn't find the magic key to enter through her layers.

 

 

 

Chapter four

 

 The sun was burning hot and the sand was blinding the eyes of people, therefore all they had left for vision was their hearts. But for many of them it was too hard to dance just to the rhythm of their pulse and they needed to rest their sparkling minds that were dizzy from all the colour spice they had eaten during the feast. While the majority lay resting, only a few remained standing. Their skin was yellow from the sand, their eyes red from the dust, their hands and feet were cracked from the dry and the thoughts tired from heat. Yet they remained standing, just following the pace of their pounding hearts. It was only then, that the princess noticed a stranger that had something about him that was different than all the other princes she had danced with and it was subtle and unimposing. This men stood not to prove he was tough, he stood because he WANTED to stand. His hands held kindness and his eyes care and the princess realised: This must be the prince of Volunteria! For a while they exchanged silent understanding and support and when the day had come to depart, a queen with moron hair and hazel eyes saw the invisible bond of those two strangers, that were connected through their power of standing against a storm. She was a mother and healer and he was a giver and carer and this smart queen, she understood, that even the strongest of people need a shield of protection sometimes and so she wrapped them in a bubble of safety and water blue energy.

 

 Chapter five

 

 Finally the hour had come, that the feast was over and everybody shall return to their own reign. The princess suddenly did not feel like adhering her arranged meetings and conferences and it appealed much more to her, to rest and heal a little bit. The young prince of volunteria had noticed the loneliness about her and he took all his courage to invite her to stay with him in his kingdom. He spoke: “My kingdom is poor and I do not have a camal to carry you, nor do I have much gold to buy you the best wine, but I WILL carry you on my shoulders, as long as my feet can carry me and I WILL take you to cold and soothing springs when your lips are dry. “ The princess felt great trust and when everybody was loading their carriers and got coordinated to their destination, the princess suddenly felt without knowing, which was her destination and with surprise she heard her own voice say: “I go wherever this men goes!”

 

Chapter six

 

 Soon the prince and the princess were in a garden like Eden and amongst a thousand crystals they stood, she and this collector of gems and the urge arose in her, that SHE wanted to be collected too. When the night fell and the desert dust was washed from them, they stood clear and clean before another, exposing their souls, exploding in white fire. This peace and harmony was interrupted only by a white bird, that fell hurt from heaven right to the ground at their feet. The prince saw the bird with stirred astonishment and then looked at the princess, across all layers and whispered: “A white bird from a foreign country fell to my garden…” Slowly the princess started to see Truth, a Truth that she had not really hoped for anymore: This prince had found a gem and this gem was a key, THE key to her whites birds heart!

נכתב על ידי rorschach. , 10/9/2015 22:02  
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