The Traveler & the Ocean

What if there was a Traveler. Imagine it: a creature from Someplace Else who carried a very ancient seed with her from a Time on earth when things were very different than they are now. Back then, many creatures lived together in balance with the earth. As the stories go, A Great Imbalance occurred due to the shadow hearts gaining too much power. A group of creatures were chosen by the Oracle Seers, who knew that someday there would be a chance when all the planets aligned, to bring the seeds back to Earth to sprout once again. Very likely, you’ve heard similar stories or maybe never. It’s usually spoken of by people this world never takes very seriously, but sometimes people fall into a waking sleep and sleepwalk the earth as if they’re running on someone else’s software.

But I’m getting ahead of the story.

If you can imagine such a creature, I wonder if you can imagine what kind of life she would have here. Being so foreign, the current earth software would treat her energy as a kind of virus. Everything from her body structure to her experiences on the planet, would feel very hard and like no matter how many things she tried, she just kept getting swallowed by the Sludge. And even though she wanted to give up so many times, the seedspark inside her took over and carried her through, always following a golden thread that led her exactly at the right place at the right time. Even if those times got dark, something led her through and taught her many things about herself and the world in which she found herself.

Her journeys eventually led her to the Great Pacific Ocean where she remembered her Mother. It was a sweet and emotional reunion. Whether the Ocean was really her mother or the Ocean is some force we don’t even truly know yet, there was something ancient and familiar in her heart when she stood on the shore and let the mass of love swirl in her heart. It was calm and awe inspiring. Reminding her of her own power, despite how earth life had made her feel not at all like she was told she was.

When the Ocean eventually called her back to stay, it was the rockiest of landings. Everything she had built so far had crumbled like an avalanche and even though she thought she was finally getting this whole human thing down, it appeared as if she had fallen victim to some old witch’s curse. You see, many magickal folk on the earth currently are running around with ancient powers but stuck in the current software. So everything gets warped and people get hurt. But the invisible guides that made themselves known to The Traveler reminded her often that she was always surrounded by the love of the worlds that mostly go unseen. Love is the greatest protector there is. So even when the Sludge tried to blow out her flame, it could not be done because it was impenetrable by Great Love. Golden Love.

The Traveler had memories of a Great Love and looked for it in every face. It became a quest that led her through many labrynths. Some heartbreaking and some loves that never die. She began to wonder though, if her Great Love was the World. When she got to the Primordial Forest, she had reached what felt like the end of her rope. She was lost and could see no way out. She thought she had lost the Golden Thread but on the darkest day of the year, the winter solstice, the light returned.

You see, a whole army of beautiful humans came together and adopted The Traveler. She had felt like an orphan her entire life, a foreign traveler with a heart of love. She began to see the Golden Thread but instead of one, she found millions. Slowly at first, and then more and more. Until she looked around through her inner eyes, and saw golden threads weaving like webs around her. Wrapping her in a golden cocoon so she could heal from the damage caused by The Sludge and give the ancient seed time to open fully. They traveled to her from across the earth’s surface and she remembered them and they remembered her. The more she connected to the Golden Mycelium, the more people remembered who they were too.

She found Love in every face, a spark within every creature, no matter how caught in the sludge they were too. She had a knowing that maybe that’s what would break the seed open, to be adopted and feel a sense of belonging in a place that had felt like rejection her entire life. What was once a virus had been alchemized into medicine and sent through the mycelium in an act of Great Love.

And the greatest part was that the more she asked for Love, the more she let it in when it came, through every golden thread wrapped around her starry heart.