7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 5)

Now it is up to you, the birds said

As the Dark One said: as it was then, it is now

It is important Now

As important as it ever will be

To do

What we have to do

What do we have to do?

Speak, said Sparrow

Speak the Truth

You must speak the Truth

Be the first, Sparrow said, the first to rise to the Truth

Be the first to speak the Truth

Be the first to speak the Truth

To the world

And the rest will follow…


To be continued…

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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 4)

And the Sun called out to her brother, my kin. Did he hear her? What did he say?

As it was then, it is now, my sister.

I know, she said. She lowered her eyes and the world grew a little darker…

I, too, am complicit, he said sadly. The Moon and Stars are not without blame

He sighed. It was the sound of lonely waves breaking on a placid shore

We know, said Sparrow, from his nest in the highest branch of the tallest tree

In the night, this is where the Moon and Stars nest…

How does it end? You asked

When you see what we see, it will end, said Sparrow…

How can we see what we cannot? You asked

Do you see Love? Sparrow asked

Do you see Fear? Can you hear Trust?

We see, You said…

When we know – when we all know – what you see, it will end…

Yes, said Sparrow.


Continues…

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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 3)

Then the birds spoke, my kin…

We see what you cannot, said Sparrow

We see missiles that you cannot

We see a rain of ice

Darts of piercing ice

That you cannot

We see waves of light

Burning, scalding Light

That you cannot

We see light that blinds

Blinding Light

But you cannot

Close your eyes…

The Dark shall do what Light cannot


Continues…

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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 2)

We asked the Sun for help, my kin, for she is our light, and this is what she told us…

Dear Ones…

Dearest Ones,

You do not need me

You do not need my light

You do not want my light

Not now

Do not fear the other

The one they call my brother…

In the night

Do not ask for light

Not now

What are we to do? We asked

We are lost and alone

Without our Golden One’s light

No. She smiled

Not now…

You do not want my light

Not now

Let the Dark do what I cannot

Now…


Continues…

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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 1)

And the Sun told us, my kin…

It is You. She said

I have thought long and hard, she continued

I have searched the world over

I have watched my brother in the darkest night

And it is YOU

Us? We asked, aghast

How is this possible?

How can we hurt each other so?

It must not be…

It cannot be

Us

It is You, she said sadly

Not all of you

But those who hurt you are part of You

They walk among You

Do not look to the skies

Do not search the stars

Do not blame Rain, Thunder and Snow

Blame only

You

Only you can stop this


Continues…

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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: Shards of Ice

It rained needles of ice, my kin, tipped with tears from our Golden One’s eyes…

Stop! We cried.

Please. Stop.

You are our Sun, our Golden One

You are our one and only one

We look to you daily

All night we long for your arrival

Please stop!

As we look for your warmth

We are blinded by shards of ice!

And we cry: how can you do this to us?

Stop!

I cannot! She sobbed

My greatest wish is to stop…

And she wept never-ending rivers of gold that fueled scalding quills of ice


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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: The Constellations

And the Sun looked to her own, my kin,
and saw that they were the worst offenders

This is Shame! She cried

And her rage flared hot white across the blackened Sky

Shame!

I cannot believe it of you, Altair…

Burning so strong, so bright

Is it fair?

Is it right?

Your rays so deadly and unseen in the Night…

You know it is not right

For one such as you to act as you do…

You do it, too… They said

And they were right.

And the Sun lowered herself, and allowed her brother to cloak her from prying eyes.

You cannot hide… They said.

Not one of us can hide… She sighed.


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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: The Sun

And the Sun, our golden one, was distraught, my kin

How is this possible? She cried

As her tears fell in hot flashes across the desert sky…

And it was all desert; and the desert was all

Even my brother is complicit! She moaned

As the Moon glowed pale and cold in the desert sky

And it was all desert; and the desert was all

She looked in vain to the winds:

North

South

East

and West

As they howled hoarsely across the desert plains

Do not bend! The Sun admonished Rain, Thunder and Lightning

Do not lend your might!

You know it is not right…

But they had no choice: they had to weave and strike

To be pawns in a never-ending fight

It will be desert! She cried

It will all be desert; and the desert will be all


Continues…

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7 Dalga: The Light…

The White

Purified and cleansed

In a fire so bright

It glows White

The White…

Torn apart, subdued

Laid waste, deserted…

Bathed in Light so bright

It glows White

The White

With eyes unseeing

And ears ringing!

Lungs on fire…

And the air…

It glows White

The White

Bent and hobbled

With teeth bleeding

Under the surgeon’s knife

And the Light…

It glows White

The White

No more!

 


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7 Dalga: Chakras

Tell us, friend. Tell us: what is the first?
The first wave…

It is the worst, the first.

It is the crown that bursts; the royal teeth

That do their worst.

The purple wreath

of death

Is the first

 

Tell us…friend
We have to know
The second to the worst
Or is it?

The second is Loss

Loss of time

Loss of self

Loss of all that once was…

Lost in a wave as blue as the midnight sky

 

We grow sad…And yet, we Must know!
Even the worst we must know
Tell us…
The third

I cannot breathe!

Air. Please, give me air!

The third wave envelopes me and I am lifted high

Higher into the sky

The bright blue sky

So high

Too high!

I cannot breathe…

 

Tell us, friend!
Quickly, tell us the fourth!
Before you are out of breath…

It breaks my heart, this wave

This fourth wave

Of mourning.

Shrouded in green

Under the crescent moon…

 

Our pain is great!
And yet… we must know
The rest

A punch to the gut!

A ram with yellow teeth

Is the fifth…

Foul and filthy

The rotten seed

 

Friend…It is almost done
Tell us,
Tell us now!
The sixth…

Have you no shame?

The name…

I cannot name

All of the Six!

I am wracked

And broken

By the Six

 

Fear not, friend!
We are here; we are near…
You will never be wracked and broken
by the Six!
Tell us, friend…
The last
But not least…

Seven

Is the number of the Beast.

Red is the color of the last

Red is the color of the Beast…

 


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