The Heiress Of The Spectrum

“Deep in the matter

 Upon billions all told

 Lurks the slumbering empress

 Escaped from the fold”- Walter Paxton

Once a month, mostly out of ritual more than anything else, Ayla Valentyne went to visit her grandmother. Grandmother was a medicine woman who descended from a long line of shaman, medicine women, and seers.

Grandmother rarely spoke. She spent most of her time in her rocking chair out on the front porch just rocking back and forth.

One afternoon when Ayla was eight years old, while she sat playing with her dolls out on grandmother’s front porch, an uneasy feeling crept over her. Sensing that her grandmother was staring at her, Ayla stopped playing and looked up.

Grandmother’s vibrant eyes sparkled in the sun. They belied an intelligence and a wisdom that shone from within. The deeply etched lines on her face spoke of the years left behind. Her long hair flowed down her chest in silver waves.

As she rocked back and forth, her intense stare permeated into Ayla’s soul. With her fingers intertwined on her lap, grandmother had a calm, peaceful look on her face. In Cree she said, “Come sit by my feet child.” Respectfully, Ayla went over and sat down.

Grandmother began to tell Ayla the tale that had been told to her when she herself was just a child by her mother – Ayla’s great grandmother. And great grandmother had in turn been told the tale by her mother, and so forth on down the line it had been passed from generation to generation.

In a gravelly voice weathered with time grandmother spoke,”Somewhere in time and thought, many tides before the ships of destiny came across the waters, her eminence the Spirit of White Dove summoned together all of the tribes from all across the land. From mountain to meadow, from the plains to the sea they came.

“At the great gathering, Spirit of White Dove stood amid the bonfires with her arms outstretched towards the heavens as she enlightened the esteemed council of the vision that had come upon her in the silence of the night.

“‘With ashen skin the curse of oppression will drift into our minds upon the tides. They will unleash a contagion from enslaving potions that shall take hold upon our seed.

‘They will offer us agreements in the name of goodwill, but time and time again with potent animosity they will violate our women and slaughter our men. They will taint our waters, befoul our winds, devour our lands, and exterminate our creatures.

‘For many generations, like footprints in the snow after a mighty blizzard, we will lose our path. Yet there will come a passage in time, beyond two winters after the twin fires in the sky inside the beast from the east, there will come a child with great powers.

‘Born under the sign of the twins, she will do toil with both good and evil. When she is born a blood red moon will fill the sky, and the mighty serpent of life and wisdom will take form amongst the stars.

‘Her father will be of the others, but he will not be of the same mind. Born under the sign of the water bearer, he will absorb the waters of wisdom, yet swim against their flow. And he will be like the nightingale.

‘Her mother will be of the Cree nation long since scattered. She will be born under the sign of the fish, but she will not swim long in the waters of wisdom. She too will be like a songbird.

‘The others will search high and low for the empress child, but she will have a protector that will keep her safe.

‘The child will not know of her true birthright until such a time that the fish float upon the waters, and the birds fall from the sky. After the lawmakers and the financiers have robbed the masses of their just rewards. When gold and silver once again take their rightful place.

‘When all of the brothers and sisters of all colors from all the nations join hands to reclaim this world from the pilfering fools that squandered its beauty. Then the Heiress of the Spectrum will claim her fate as a divine messenger.

‘It will be a time of great rejoicing. With the powers of the rainbow at her command she will usher in the Age of Mind, and she will rethink this world.’ ”

As if she had made her point, grandmother stopped talking. With a furrowed brow she looked at Ayla and said,”It is your duty to tell this tale to your daughter, and if…and if your daughter leaves this world before her time then it will be your duty to tell this tale to your granddaughter. As it was my duty to tell it to you.”

Ayla watched grandmother’s eyes moisten over. Grandmother looked at her and said,”You may go now child.” Ayla stood up and said,”Thank you grandmother.” Then for the first and for the last time, Ayla saw her grandmother smile.

This is Chapter 2 from Bound To Change: Imagine The Possibities by Herb Norcott.

Click here to go to Chapter 1 – In The Beginning

© 2018, Herb Norcott. All rights reserved.

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