Shakti Brings a Gift
One steamy night as the Squash Father lie tossing and moaning in a fitfull dream, Gaia in her aspect as Shakti, came into his hut. Before her she carried a golden tray with a bronze vessel glowing with radiant life. All was silent but the surf, pounding like heartbeats on the beach below. Up the steep rise of the volcano to the stone and thatch hut came the West wind. Awaken, awaken farmer for your consort has a gift for you” the zephyr intoned, its billowing voice shaking the dwelling.
At once he came into full consciousness with the knowing of the love present before him. The Old Father saw her smile, her wide sparkling eyes calling to him. “Come with me to the garden Shiva one.” He came swiftly to her side and held the door open. She went forth through the opening in the stone wall that bounded his mystical garden. As they walked over the threshold stone all the life in the garden spoke their greeting to the visitors. All around them he could sense the potential for life. She turned to him and held forth the tray. “This gift I give you so that your garden will bear fruit to feed the people”. His callused and weathered hands closed upon the gift. He could feel a vibration within that sent a tingling up his arms and into his heart. The feeling was like nothing he had experienced before. Such energy such purpose. He removed the lid and a swarm of golden insects streamed forth into the air. The garden was filled with a loud buzzing as the gift formed a golden constantly shifting floating ball, a hyron. “I have brought you bees from my garden. They will complete the union of male to female so that you garden might experience an increase of abundant life.” As he watched in awe Melissa, queen of the hive found a crack in a locust tree and guided the swarm into their new home.
One steamy night as the Squash Father lie tossing and moaning in a fitfull dream, Gaia in her aspect as Shakti, came into his hut. Before her she carried a golden tray with a bronze vessel glowing with radiant life. All was silent but the surf, pounding like heartbeats on the beach below. Up the steep rise of the volcano to the stone and thatch hut came the West wind. Awaken, awaken farmer for your consort has a gift for you” the zephyr intoned, its billowing voice shaking the dwelling.
At once he came into full consciousness with the knowing of the love present before him. The Old Father saw her smile, her wide sparkling eyes calling to him. “Come with me to the garden Shiva one.” He came swiftly to her side and held the door open. She went forth through the opening in the stone wall that bounded his mystical garden. As they walked over the threshold stone all the life in the garden spoke their greeting to the visitors. All around them he could sense the potential for life. She turned to him and held forth the tray. “This gift I give you so that your garden will bear fruit to feed the people”. His callused and weathered hands closed upon the gift. He could feel a vibration within that sent a tingling up his arms and into his heart. The feeling was like nothing he had experienced before. Such energy such purpose. He removed the lid and a swarm of golden insects streamed forth into the air. The garden was filled with a loud buzzing as the gift formed a golden constantly shifting floating ball, a hyron. “I have brought you bees from my garden. They will complete the union of male to female so that you garden might experience an increase of abundant life.” As he watched in awe Melissa, queen of the hive found a crack in a locust tree and guided the swarm into their new home.
Standing on a slight rise in the clover near the tree Shakti called the Squash Father to her. “Come lay by my side my love” she sang to him. And as they lay in bliss the bees entered the waiting flowers completing the union that brought forth new life.
And the People of the Garden came and marveled at the wonderful food that the old farmer grew. And no one in the community suffered from the prangs of hunger that winter.
And the People of the Garden came and marveled at the wonderful food that the old farmer grew. And no one in the community suffered from the prangs of hunger that winter.
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