Continuing the story of the historical “Fall” of Man from grace and stature as Hugh Malafry retells it through two of the main characters in the first book of his fascinating Blue Shaman Trilolgy, we left off in the middle of a dialogue between shaman Morgon Kara and Maia, his consort in the “Otherworld,” as Morgan Kara contemplates the power of the stone of sovereignty, which he lifted from around the neck of the blue shaman Caron as he slept by his fire after Morgon had rescued him from certain death. Maia is telling Morgon Kara the legendary story as handed down through the “Sisters” of the Blood Royal. Here’s the second of three installments of this excerpt from Stone of Sovereignty.
Many generations had come and gone since the shaman first crossed over into the place of shaping, and learned of the pattern the Makers established to inform the things of the earth. He learned, too, of the burning time [of the Papal Inquisition when the Roman Catholic Church burned to death thousands of men, women and children and the Cathars of Languedoc as heretics) and of the great transgression, when to preserve life man was confined to the outer realms, and the Makers set a veil between the worlds through which few might pass. Other shamans had come into the place of shaping before him: Some to heal the wounds of the exploited, some to exploit the hurts of the wounded. Morgan Kara saw his art as a gift of white magic. He came seeking power to heal the human soul; he understood the ills of this world are rooted in its misalignment with the patterns of the other, so there is shadow where there should be light. . . .
On another journey Morgon Kara again came upon Maia weeping on a last hill of green, at the edge of a desert that stretched to the horizon. It is always wise to begin with stillness, so he sat and watched with her in silence. Through her eyes he saw how here and there the desert advanced, and here and there relented, but overall the wasteland grew, and unchecked would overwhelm the world.
“What have you shown me?”
“The end,” she said.
“Of the world?”
“Fear engenders greed, and greed lays wastes the earth: I fear the pattern of the Makers for the keeping of the earth is broken.”
“How can that be?”
“Everyone seeks his own and none takes responsibility: The burden is too great, and these worlds will perish.”
“Can the pattern of the Makers be restored?”
“Think you shaman to heal this?” she asked bitterly. “There is not water enough to bring life back to this wasteland.”
He was overwhelmed by her mood of desolation. Seven days he sat with her, considering what might be done, and all that time his body lay in a trance, so that those who watched over him began to think him lost in his journey, as sometimes happens to a shaman who goes out too far.
“Is it not for the Makers to set this right?” he asked. “Will they now give all over to death? Shall Erlik Khan in his castle of black clay alone rule this realm, and earth become a barren stone?”
“What do you know of the Makers,” she said.
“Only that they have made these realms.”
“And withdrawing have left us desolate,” she said. “The Sisters have sought an answer to the Makers. We know it is in their power to restore the world they made. Nothing is withheld them, but what they choose themselves to deny. We know they exist and have sought them, but they will not reveal themselves to us nor intercede on our behalf, but make us bear the burden of the law of creation.”
“The law?”
“Of reaping what we sow,” she said.
“Who are the Makers?”
“Those in whom the essence of the world is inborn.”
Maia casts blame upon the Makers as though they were withholding pity and forgiveness from errant man and refusing to undo the hurt he had brought upon himself and the earth.
He pressed her, but it was all she would say. She knew nothing more, or did not care to speak of it. They sat silently together until Morgon Kara knew his time was short, and he must find his way back or perish in the flesh.
As he rose to depart Maia clasped his hand, her face bright with passion. “In us let the worlds be one.” She joined with him as a goddess takes a mortal lover. She did not ask, but he did not object: Who can resist a goddess? From that moment, of brittle bone and fragile flesh she enlarged the soul of her shaman with such influence as she had, to foster the healing of the heart. With her he felt complete; alone, Morgon Kara was never alone.
Maia longed to renew the world, and would do so by shaping her shaman to that purpose. And so it was there came a time when she revealed to him what had become of man. “There was a time, in the First Time, when the human body was not as it now is,” she confided. Maia sat with Morgon Kara at the well beneath the tree where she first met him. He remembered how she had then paused to feel the sun on her face, tied up her dark hair, and set it with a silver pin, while he watched and waited her revelation. “In the First Time the body was less dense,” she said, “and of a subtle substance infused with light. In his first form man was conscious of all the worlds and not the earth alone, where now he survives only as material man in exile from what he once was.”
“What became of him?” He was fascinated with her beauty and the tale she told, and could not takes his eyes from her.
“I know only what the Sisters know of this,” she said, ritually, “and what befell man is a matter for the Makers, but we do know that in the First Time he was given the power of the shaping, though
within limits, for he had not yet come into the fullness of his gifts.“He transgressed?”
Maia nodded pensively. “Had he not no evil would have befallen him.”
“What was his transgression?”
Maia took the green leaf that had fallen on her lap, and with her finger tips carefully traced the stem and veins, following her thoughts to an answer. “I know only what the Sisters know of this,” she said. “We know there came a time when man was told to refrain from the making, until a cycle bearing on the seven worlds was fulfilled. He was warned that the shaping of new patterns was untimely, and would gravely alter the weave of life.”
“He didn’t listen,” Morgan Kara said.
She shook her head. “Sadly, he never does.” Her dark hair came loose and she fumbled with it a moment, then let it fall; she turned to him hands folded on her lap. “There were those who thought they knew better, and could improve upon the design of the Makers. They believed the time was right to do what they intended and acted willfully, out of harmony with what was unfolding in the whole. All that has become of the earth is because of this, and has yet to run its course.”
Morgan Kara asked specifically what they had done, but she feared what she had revealed to him, and on that occasion would speak only of the transgression itself.
Another time, she spoke to him of how the world was in the First Time, before the realms were sundered. She told him how man in subtle form had the gift to enter into the life of all living things over which he was guardian in the earth, so that he could take pleasure in their lives, and they in his presence.
“Do you mean enter into bird flight, or a dolphin in the sea?” Morgan Kara asked.
“Even into the constancy of stone, the flowering of a rose, or the great green life of trees,” she said. “And this gift was given so he might understand from within, the beauty that is woven into the essence of all living. By this means he was shown how the patterns of things fit together, to learn to shape new forms and imbue them with life; for the creation is in man even as man is in the creation, and he was made to keep the way of life from within all living.”
“Now everything flees from him,” Morgan Kara said.
” And with good reason,” she replied. (To be continued)
These words gave me pause as I read them.
“Fear engenders greed, and greed lays wastes the earth: I fear the pattern of the Makers for the keeping of the earth is broken. . . . Everyone seeks his own and none takes responsibility: The burden is too great, and these worlds will perish.”
Have we broken the earth beyond its ability to sustain living beings? Have we gone past the point of no return? What will become of the human race? Is it in the Makers’ pattern that the human species be allowed to go extinct to make way for a new beginning? If that is our future, then so let it be. What we have started has to run its course. As Maia says in the next installment,
“It is a law of creation that the creator is responsible for his creation, so long as it shall continue to exist, and this applies as much to the Makers as to man.”
We may well end up exiting with the demise of our battered and poisoned habitat unless we make a radical shift in the way we live on planet Earth. As was stated by New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg in an interview with Matt Lauer this Sunday morning — and I paraphrase: “We’ve become a ‘Me Now’ people with no concern for our children’s future.” We want what we want NOW, no matter the consequences to future generations, our own progeny. What will become of us is being decided NOW by us. As we sow, so shall we reap. It’s all in God’s hand, isn’t it?
“Can you make whole what has been broken?” [Lady Esclarmonde asks the blue shaman. His reply is wise.] ”God has made a whole and it cannot be otherwise,” he said. “I will give it to God: He will determine in this matter what is to be.”
Until my next post,
Be love. Be loved.
Anthony
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