The Missing Golden Egg

She may be a subtle five in age but she has a soul that is as old as magic. A chosen soul to conquer the meaning of life through her sense of being. Her purpose chosen to live by the act of play and use of multidimensional imagination. Her curiosity takes the lead. Keeps her head tilting side to side when caught in the net of thought. Creative solutions is her game of choice for the challenges she involves herself with daily. An honorable mention-Tomb Raider or Kim Possible in disguise.

She understands her duty and her impact for this community. She understands that risks, choices, critical intuitive thinking and listening for riddle-solving are essential in her path. She will have to trust her intuition as she questions every being in her journey. Who is the Green Grumpy Goblin? Will he be in disguise if she sneaks up on him? How will she remain in eye contact? Will she remember the words of the poem? Is it dark and scary? And what’s the special gift after all?

Playing cheerfully in her mother’s pink Azalea flower bed near the tall Blue Pine Forest is her world of creation and as much child play destruction that can be. Every day, to which she calls her “Fairy Kingdom of Allville”. The Blue Pine Forest has always felt safe and secure. Familiar in cosmic love and play. A magically inviting view for her Fairy Kingdom Allville villagers. Her name, sounding of a fresh Spring in Fajardo, Puerto Rico--Janalyzia Rose.

Ahh!

She blooms heavenly in joy as she giggles her old soul spirit around the hilly yard.

It is a bit colder this early evening. Skies sure know how to paint a canvas. Soft magenta pinks, blasted by hues of dandelion yellows and brushed with wisp lavender-turquoise clouds, dedicate abstract emotion as the sun is about ready to yawn into a deep sleep. Winter season approaches with a fair light to dark timing ratio.

Her small palms pressed dramatically, decorating the glass of the backroom door; Janalyzia Rose’s eyes grow wide in their deep hazel brown warmth as she stares into the mysteriously mystical yard.

“I wonder what those curious eyes of yours, my sweet girl, say to you, to convince you to play out there in this chilly, crisp weather.” Her mother says gently as she pats the top of her rose gold, champagne colored curls. “Go ahead and play before the sun gets too tired to continue to warm you up, dear.” and off she goes, mindlessly.

She stops mid yard. The flower bed and forest in the near distance shadowing a golden glow. Turning back to the house she looks to see if her mother is watching. Not to test the waters of what she can get away with, rather for reassurance of “Does she see what I see?”. But no. No sight of mommy around.

Trusting her inner knowing as it glows yellow in her tummy, Janalyzia Rose is aware that this is only meant for her eyes. Shrugging it off without hesitation, she flings her body into a wobbly run toward the golden glow anyways.

Brave. Curious. Intuitively wise, and playfully brilliant in disguise. The Universe suggests that she is ready to embark on this unknown journey. The map in her soul blueprint a faint neon blue. She feels it light up and a flashback of Athena handing Janalyzia Rose a golden flower, from another lifetime, appears in her memory. It is time and Janalyzia Rose instinctively accepts a suggested quest.

Every step leaves a footprint in the dirt for a trail to follow back to the house. “In case she thinks she might be lost” a neighboring tree whispers with a wink of delight to the others. Birds sing to echo a cosmic giggle as an audience. “This should be good” exclaimed a voice in the sky.

Janalyzia Rose’s face is bubbly and pink. Matching the pink Azaleas in the flower bed. The cold toughening her with delicacy. Wind chills blooming goosebumps around her ivory neck, skin exposed in between a rainbow scarf. Chilly but doable.

Her boots, now kissing the edge of the flower bed. Little fingers petting pink petals as if they were a house pet themselves. The shadowy golden glow now a welcome sign to enter the Blue Pine Forest. A light-like hand extends out, waiting for her to grab it. “Come in honey sugar! We’ve got a gift for you inside.”

The light, the trees, the flowers, the bugs, the small critters, all watch patiently. They understand the decision she has to make. To trust from mind and heart is not easy, she and they know this with due respect and consideration.

Asking dryly but not ungratefully--"What’s the gift?”

"You will have to complete the quest, first." The light responds.

“Can you wait a minute longer? I’d like to say hello and goodbye to my Fairy Kingdom of Allville,” Janalyzia Rose shyly and adorably demands with a sigh of relief.

Kissing the cheeks of every blushing flower, dancing with buzzing lady bugs, and marching goodbye to the red ants into the forest . The Mama Gaia crowd, praising and proud.

The Blue Pine Trees immediately part open and welcome her with enchanted hymns. Dull autumn grass blades are now bright green. Princess mermaid ponds scattered in depth. Frogs with no intention to eat, leaping with fireflies playing tag. A haze of sparkly galaxy pink and purple fluid in motion. Unicorns as knights and shining armors, promising protection and freedom as Janalyzia Rose admirably stares at jaw-dropping euphoria. Nostalgia creeps into her imagination. A home she’s been a part of before.

“Wow, is this the gift?” she thinks sweetly to herself. She was on a quest for good reasons. She’s the chosen one to save this magical universe. Applauding her arrival, the spirit winds go wild. SWOOOOOSH- she falls down, as the wind cannot contain its excitement.

“Giggles. Sweet five year old giggles,” the King Elf says.

“We love to hear it,” the Bunny Queen reassures.

Janalyzia Rose is in humbling shock. The thought of talking elves and bunnies living together and now speaking to her, tickling the back of her mind.

Without much interest to question her shifted reality, she doesn’t hesitate to try and rub her eyes clean.

“Don’t rub too hard there, sweet girl.” Her mom’s voice springing Janalyzia Rose’s eyes wide open. She sees a very bright light orb of energy staring into her eyes.

“Mommy, what are you doing here!?” Janalyzia Rose shouts in utter confusion.

“A guide, my sweet girl. I am here for you to call on whenever you get scared or feel alone. I am always walking with you.” Her mother sings.

Harmony vibrates the forest with genuine intention. Sparkler fireworks light off into the watermelon sky as shadowy clouds split off. There in the open sky, a voice unrecognized charms listening ears.

“The frequency is the path beloved.” The distant meatball and spaghetti covered moon calls out.

“As magical as that entrance was, Mr. Moon, please remember humbly, that she’s five, Mr. Moon. You will have to enlighten her in simpler terms.” The King Elf rolls his eyes as the words slip right off of his tongue.

Mr. Moon doesn’t hesitate to follow- “for a child this wise, I would expect her to resonate intuitively with the path of frequency.”

“Well I guess you forgot to recognize that she is still a child of earth. Just because she is a light working earth angel at the age of five, doesn’t mean she’s got it all figured out yet, you damn fool.” King Elf snaps back.

Mr. Moon quickly agrees with the King elf as they know time is limited.

Janalyzia Rose is completely lost in what she’s witnessing; clueless and about close to dumbfounded, respectively and appropriately for a five year old’s attention span.

“Dearest beloved, do you hear that sound of song that is filling your ears right now? That is the path that you must follow. That song is your destination’s guide for our forest's healing and your greatest gift.” Mr. Moon clears his throat.

“We are under attack by the Golden Goose. She is not angry. But she is flaming in frustration because a golden egg was stolen from her nest. It has been a few days since her egg was stolen. And the Golden Goose is starting to lose patience”.

Remembering what her mother taught her when it comes to losing or misplacing things, she suggests kindly: “Well did she retrace her steps?”

The ground shaking

“I don’t think that’s what happened here, Janalyzia Rose. Unfortunately we have suggested this to the Golden Goose but she refuses to accept that as an answer.” Said the King Elf.

“Who did it?” Janalyzia Rose questions.

“The Green Grumpy Goblin who lives outside of this forest in the deep, old, war trenches. He snuck his way in when we opened the gates to you when you were three. Not sure if you remember or not, but that is when we first introduced ourselves to you,” a Blue Pine Tree calls out.

“OH SHE WAS SO TINY AND CUTE” yelled the King Elf’s grandmother.

“Anyways, he’s a wizard of his own goblin sorcery and shapeshifted into a furry creature you may recall,” Says Mr. Moon.

A raccoon faced carrot is projected onto the water’s surface of a nearby mermaid pond.

“ I remember that!” The five year old dances in a full circle.

“Your name, Janalyzia Rose, has hummed its way into this forest as we’ve watched you grow. You are quite fondly thought of here and we’ve been told that our magic-yours and that of the beings of this forest-is powerful enough to catch the Green Grumpy Goblin. He is a visual riddle in the making and we can’t seem to gather the clarity from our eyes. And we are hoping that it is your disillusioned third eye that can save us from burning into flames,” the King Elf mumbles in fearful disappointment.

Looking around the forest brought Janalyzia Rose to tears. She may not have understood word for word, but she sure enough understood the assignment. They all looked hopeful and sad at the same time. In her heart, she knew she couldn’t let this go on. Not without trying at least.

“OK!” as cheery and confident as a five year old voice could make.

Janalyzia Rose must dance along this song of path, which entails lots of observant listening. Dancing is her favorite activity and opens a divine portal of love between her and the spirit realm. Back in her home, she’d sway with her mommy while her mom's feet led the way. This time her mom’s feet were not there to take the lead. Her mom was there for comfort, for reassurance, for hugs and love. Janalyzia Rose understood how important this “solo” journey was. As she had to become very intimate and vulnerable with the sound of music and allow her body to express the way. An expressway of the enchanted forest’s liking.

Rumbles shook the ground and Janalyzia Rose fell down once again. “Oh boy-the Golden Goose is really steaming,” a nearby fairy says as she sticks her hand out for Janalyzia Rose to grab.

Janalyzia Rose is a light body. She embodies what she chooses to embrace-and a being of light seems quite feathery with loads of energetic value. To be light means she can dance more fluidly and freely. More passionately and more securely as she must allow the flow of frequency to guide her. This is how the fairy is able to pick up Janalyzia Rose’s body weight.

“It is now time to go dear.” Her mom’s voice hugging Janalyzia Rose’s eardrum. “OK mommy.”

The magical beings in this forest each hand her a bouquet of wild flowers to put into her basket followed with a note to complement the journey:

“Janalyzia Rose, these wild flowers are to remind you of how vibrant and fun you are while on your path. That despite what you may consider to be pretty and sturdy in roaring winds, you are still a blossoming flower. Be wild. Be free. And eat these whenever you feel lonely and low in energy. This should be enough to get you through. If you run out, stop and sit somewhere that brings you a sense of peace. Close your eyes, count to three, and wish for more flowers with gratitude and genuine intention. Accept the gifts as they come to life. We love you.”

Comfort immediately fills Janalyzia Rose as her strength and power morph into an auric protection shield. Jaguars, elephants, flamingos, and lemurs circle her energetic field. A lion with a cross, moon, and sun imprinted on the middle of its forehead appears as a tattoo on her right ring finger to remind her that her mother is always near. A safe totem.

The Green Grumpy Goblin likes to shapeshift into many things. As he is a walking riddle himself--patience, love, and intuitive compassion will have to aid her.

“What appears to be a tree may give you good advice, But just think twice, Hmm is this right?” says a frog nearby.

“And he may grant you a couple of wishes, Maybe three or so, Just remember- whatever he dishes, You look past and go.” says a fox hybrid goat.

“OH and don’t forget to look him in the eyes, Despite his choice of disguise, Or his riddles of lies, Because it is your power in faith that will run him dry and goodbye,” sings a baby chick in an oak nest.

To defeat this Green Grumpy Goblin, Janalyzia Rose must stare into his eyes without blinking for sixty seconds. She must keep eye contact the whole time--As if a key to an old, sunken, washed out, treasure chest. The pressure must stay focused. Hey may sing a song or two, point his claws in every direction, did we forget to mention, that he will try to teach her a heartfelt lesson?

“Janalyzia Rose-If you get distracted, it is ok, but you will have to continue to defeat him until you get the Golden Goose's egg. Once that is complete, you will dance your way on the frequency path, and find yourself the Golden Goose Palace. When you convince the guards to let you in Rattlesnake Faced Gates, you will find a water fountain. There she will accept you with hesitation and skepticism. When you see her, say this poem:

“There lay the golden egg. An egg of flames inside. Colors of an autumn's most vibrant fall. The sun inside-burning.

A lava that crisps the eye in a matter of seconds-passion. The golden egg a goose of magic, Lies in a nest of its own feathers.

Fireworks of burning light, Blinding the ordinary naked eye.

If you listen closely enough, The voice of flame is deeper than that of the ordinary man. With so much emotion, The golden egg has words of wisdom, beyond the owl’s hoos in the trees of story-telling enchanted Blue Pine Forests.

Keep yourself still in such fiery-elegant danger, For the golden egg, Dances without anger.”

“Repeat it as many times as you need. And be sure to remember it word for word without reading it. The Golden Goose will trust you more if you make eye contact. Trust your eyes to see the truth. Trust your eyes to feel the truth. Trust your eyes to know the truth. And trust your eyes to be the truth,” an old fairy horse whispers in her right ear.

“OH! And the gift! Before we forget to tell you- when the Golden Goose has received the golden egg, she will gift you a surprise of your liking.”

Not too concerned about the gift itself, Janalyzia Rose kisses her ring finger and smiles. A path then lights up and the neighboring mystic creatures who have just dropped this quest on her, quickly fade into neon light orbs. Her mother’s orb, now glowing a soft lavender. Each orb will light the way as Janalyzia Rose dances into the dark unknown to find the Grumpy Green Goblin.

“Off she goes”, a faint voice in the distance whispers as Janalyzia Rose grabs her basket and dances off into the deep Blue Pine Forest to find the missing golden egg and return it to the Golden Goose.