Two Paths
Two-Paths …. A heroine’s journey … A STORY by Marilyn A Wilson
Rising from the embers of the Fire
Held deep in the Earth’s rich belly.
Breaking through the chill of the dark Waters
and tip-toeing atop the Great White’s exposed fins .. lifting and dipping, gaining momentum and speed.
Two-Paths ascends from the Deeps.
With the speed of the seabird .. she soars beyond vision to the place where the brisk air and calming breezes lay in wait to welcome, comfort, protect, and prepare the journeyer for her Life Quest. In the deeps, she had learned many lessons and it was TIME.
Two Paths was named for the two roads she straddled upon Earth before succumbing to the Dark Night of the Soul, so very long ago. When her attempts to bring pleasure, excitement, and comfort to others battled her deeper desire for freedom from nurture and a burning quest toward personal completeness to carry her flame high and proud.
During the inner conflict, Two Paths lost her balance, she lost her center, she toppled …. too tired to continue, too weak to care, and too empty to try. Swallowed by the dark, bleak caves of inner consciousness, and landing like a fire log on a pit of yet unknown treasures. There she lay in exhaustion — There in the Hole in the Soul, she was numb to thought and action.
Two Paths existed in this state of frozen hopes, dreams, and expectations for so long she almost forgot the burning fire inside of her that held battle on the Earth’s floor before her fall. Her flame flickered ever so slightly and on this night she allowed her eyelids to close and forget her need to conquer.
On this long moonless night, the Veils were thin between the dimensions and her sleep was deep and endless. It was during this time that her dreams held visions for angels to see; her wishes would be granted by genies and her prayers begged for answers from the Spirits.
It was this during this Dark Night of the Soul when the merging of mind, body, and spirit and the pores of the earth opened in offering …
there were the stone people, the plant people, the two legged, the four legged, the finned, the furred, the creepy crawlers, & the winged ones. As one, they gathered around Two Paths as she slept deeply and dreamed.
She dreamed, she burned like a log placed on a magical fire pit .. and as she burned and the smoke wafted into the dark air …. a form began to take shape.
Suddenly, emerging from the flame appeared a powerfully built form with the wings of an eagle, the eyes of hawk, the blood of a slain deer, and the bones of the old ones .. all held in the bowels of the caves and the dry mounds of the dessert. All waiting to Be-come….It was TIME.
With the eagle’s speed, the visual acuity of the hawk, the intuition of the deer, and the wisdom and strength of the ancestors, Two-Paths wakes … she awakens with knowledge, wisdom, and courage …. she no longer faces the deeps of the hole in the soul, she looks up and out … and there, only a arm-length away, is a portal, a light, an opening to her Soul. Using the power of legacy and strength of memory to fuel her up-rising, Two Paths Rises from the embers of the Fire and Breaks through the chill of the dark Waters. She tip-toes across the Great White’s exposed fins .. she is lifted, lifted, lifted, with the speed she needs for FREEDOM.
Two Paths fills the heaven’s with a swiftness that causes the air to stir below, cool enough to wake the souls who sleep,
large enough to raise the eyes to the open skies.
As they wake, huddle, and cast their eyes upward they are as Two Paths is.
Two Paths is in the image of kindness, beauty, and all things good and trusted. They do not fear - nor does she.
She is Two Paths, She is Love, She found her WAY.
Her name was Two-Paths … Two Paths wandered. Two Paths traveled to reach the opened portal that had beckoned her to discover her purpose-through the roads of many trials..
One path where she was not nurtured, nor had she fed her passions. And, the second path, where nurture was plentiful, but painful to acquire. She exposed too much, she dove too deep…..it would take amazing strength to rise up and conquer.
Two Paths had Wandered the dry and lonely deserts, hungry, thirsty, and desperate for a sign of encouragement and hope, that soon the intense heat and empty horizons would soften and end. She ignored the plentiful juice from the cactus leaf — fearing the pain in acquiring it. She ignored the small ponds of water along side the trail … imagining it was only an oasis and she didn’t yet deserve to be quenched … she had not tried hard enough. Despite the endless days of empty visions she did not trust.. she persevered, yet held a questioning wonder of her ability to survive alone and trust her own abilities. She wanted to give up that road … and was weak in thought and in action …. …. until…. a soft wind nudged her and a slight direction course took her into the rich mountains and caves, into the dark, cold, stoney spaces where the rocks bled with damp moisture as her heart bled in passionate hope. Rather than accept what was in front of her, she went deeper and deeper into the cave hoping to find the trail again … to find the clarity of purpose and trust the outcome. Again, she persevered, undaunted, but unfulfilled.. she continued seeking, testing, and as always questioning her ability to journey alone. She wept, she slept, and she prayed.
And then a Dream … a dream showing the way out … the way to the soaring self and the window to the portal of manifested dreams and heroine’s journeys.
Two Paths uses the legacies and memories of her lineage to fuel her up-rising.
As she moves through the vastness of lang bringing treasures and gifts to those she touches.
Swift enough to cause a stir
Cool enough to wake up the souls who sleep
Large enough to raise the eyes to the open skies
And in the image of kindness and beauty so they do not fear.