Key: The Fool from “The Haegtessa’s Journey of the Crone by San Card #3

Begin the begin.

Chapter Zero
In the Key of 0
The Fool Within

Meaning: Innocence. Wanderlust. Wonderland. New beginnings. Having faith and trust. Naïve. Making a leap into the unknown. A new truth begins. Soul travelling. Come what may. Trusting in one’s imagination. Failure is not an issue. Exploration. Unlimited potential. Unbound by conventions. No dogma. Freedom to be. Free spirit. The Phenomenal unknown. In the Present Moment. Derive.

Derive.
Derive: French. • \dih-rih-vee\ Literally meaning “drift” Derive: a spontaneous journey where the traveler leaves their life behind for a time to let the contours of the surrounding architecture direct them.

Sunlight etched its way throughout the cave and traveled along the walls filling the pathways with glittering emerald light. Ancient symbols began to appear and sparkled like fractured mirrors in the morning sunshine.

The symbols were a warm shimmering language that Moonkip knew well. He had learned this language when he was young.
He fed on the sunlight out of hunger for something more but it would have to do.
As the symbols lit up, Moonkip knew that he and Sai.ke were in the right place.
He was astonished to find the olde language on the Earth planet.
Turning his fluff head to the heart center of the cave, a red hot pulsating Star began to show itself to the rested outcasts. Moonkip pawed at the baby star.
It smiled at the white poof.
It pulsed and glimmered a signature of sorts. Its red glow traced the sunlight’s path of the symbols on the cave’s wall. Singing the translation./ the words..
Sai.ke woke up to the song and was captivated by the light show.
She put on her mask, hat, and cape. Tied her soft boots.
Walking to the Star, she pulled her hair out of its braid and fluffed it up a bit like snow.
Gently picking up Moonkip, she brought him up to the red Star and he gave it a loving head bump and purred. The Star kissed his forehead and left a mark that faded into fur. A new Star’s love can burn but they do not understand that pain.

Streaming outside of the cave, the light filled the morning air.

The guardians concerned of the lights coming from the cave flew like the wind into the glowing cavern in what sounded like thousands of windchimes caught in a wind storm.
They surrounded Sai.ke and Moonkip and the baby Star.

Moonkip climbed under Sai.ke’s hat. He would never get used to all the noise and bustle of the Ancient ones. The keys clanged and banged when the Guardians flew as one.
Sai.ke’s hair under the hat was so warm. Moonkip felt his forehead but only fur could be felt.

Stars could be so sweet at times but you would never forget their burn.

Sai.ke heard a crackling noise and touched her mask.

The Star began to sing and the tiny etchings from the cave’s walls vibrated to Sai.ke’s mask. She did not move. She did not sing.
The Star wanted to be the one. Wanted to be the magic between the cave and the mask. To share this song with the one they called “the breath of soul” . to sing the song of the One Song, the Uni.Verse was an honour to behold.

The tiny egg joined in the singing.
The etchings in the mask followed the path of the widom and each symbol made a unique sound. A unique note of music.

Moonkip sang as well for he knew The Song as the lullabye from the Moon.

The star began to fade and a trail of its light raced upward to the morning sky. It was gone but a distant humming still filled the cave. In the dark corners, all was quiet.

The Sunstar smiled and the Moon made a wish.

Sai.ke padded outside into the fresh air and breathed in new scents from this new planet.
Moonkip peeked out of the hat and yawned. The Guardians floated one by one into the early mist.
With Moonkip and Sai.ke alone they looked at each other in relief. Sai.ke began to giggle and Moonkip rubbed her cheek and jumped off to a tree to scratch.
Confidence consumed her. A freshness that she had not felt in a long time filled her body and soul. Lifting her face to the morning air, Sai.ke smiled into the sunshine. Her mask vanished. She did not mind at all.

Setting out breakfast, she pulled in her large velvety dark wings and they dissipated as if they had never been there. Sai.ke shifted her cape around her back and made her self comfortable. Taking off her hat, she fluffed out her hair from Moonkip’s nest and found a couple of feathers. He had not been alone tucked in her hair and hat and he was not hungry anymore.

It was time for coffee and seed biscuits.

Each one she had cut into a different type of star shape. Inside the biscuits were seeds, grains, dried fruits and vegetables, and good salt.

Moonkip heard the rustle of her large endless velvet pouch and came running. He loved that he could meow and did it very proudly. Sai.ke laughed. He jumped on her shoulder and licked his paw contently while a feather from his cheek floated away in the wind. Moonkip closed his eyes in silence for the life that fed him.

They both loved food. Food gave them strength and clarity and comfort. Whatever they ate, the misfits gave thanks. They did not take sustenance and their livelihood for granted.

Sai.ke poured them both a mug of strong chickory and coffee feasting on a fallen apple, pomegranate seeds and the juice, tiny mushrooms, and dried bramble berries.
Fat, full, and fluffy, Moonkip chased leaves enjoying his new form very much.
The haegtessa cleaned up their meal and smiled.
She felt bold and confident. Refreshed from seeing the Olde language. Refreshed from a safe and warm nights’ sleep. Happy that she and Moonkip were free. Freedom meant one could live. And breath.

The tiny egg rested within the top folds of Sai.ke’s thymus which rested on top of her heart. Tiny shoots and roots sprouted. Sai.ke put her hand to her chest and patted the awakenings. Hoping to settle the egg. But it was time. Growth came to Sai.ke in a new way. Once the egg started the song. It could not be stopped.

Time shook in the shadows.

Nothing would be the same.

Fluffy seeds floated down on Sai.ke’s face.

The wind softly blew the seeds away from her eyelids.

The wind quieted and stared at Sai.ke not sure of themselves in this moment of closeness.

One Guardian stood at a distance in the mist and a key left the Guardian’s chest, from the higher heart energy wheel, to Sai.ke.

Reaching out to the glowing golden key, she kissed it, placed it to her chest.
The word “Innocence” graced her thoughts and she placed the key to the key ring on her waist belt.
The Guardian looked at Sai.ke for a long time.
Moonkip grew uncomfortable. His fur stood on end.

It was hard for the Guardian to let go. The mortals would never understand the unrepairable tearing and ripping of the key transfer.

The Guardian looked up to the SunStar and to the Moon. Always in opposite they were. Well, almost always. The Guardian realized that their own pain and severing was small in comparison to the two Celestials above them. Everything seemed relative.

The Guardian abruptly turned from Sai.ke and Moonkip and went on their way to join the Others. The morning doesn’t wait for ever and neither does Time nor Season.

Moonkip stretched up to the key and it smelled kind and wonderful.

Sai.ke looked around to make sure that they had everything.
It was a busy morning! She was ready to explore.

The SunStar grew brighter and Sai.ke and Moonkip stepped onto the path of Unknowing. The Autumn trees and shrubs were bright reds, yellows, oranges, and purple. Swirling color-full leaves filled the wind.

They flew up together to give thanks to the Sun.

Living in the direction of the Now, the pair looked at each other in Joy.

And so they did in the Key of Innocence and Wonderlust.

The Moon shifted her night cloak and the Sunstar shined on her shoulders.

As the symbols lit up, Moonkip knew that he and Sai.ke were in the right place.
He was astonished to find the olde language on the Earth planet.
Turning his fluff head to the heart center of the cave, a red hot pulsating Star began to show itself to the rested outcasts. Moonkip pawed at the baby star.
It smiled at the white poof.
It pulsed and glimmered a signature of sorts. Its red glow traced the sunlight’s path of the symbols on the cave’s wall. Singing the translation./ the words..
Sai.ke woke up to the song and was captivated by the light show.
She put on her mask, hat, and cape. Tied her soft boots.
Walking to the Star, she pulled her hair out of its braid and fluffed it up a bit like snow.
Gently picking up Moonkip, she brought him up to the red Star and he gave it a loving head bump and purred. The Star kissed his forehead and left a mark that faded into fur. A new Star’s love can burn but they do not understand that pain.

Streaming outside of the cave, the light filled the morning air.

The guardians concerned of the lights coming from the cave flew like the wind into the glowing cavern in what sounded like thousands of windchimes caught in a wind storm.
They surrounded Sai.ke and Moonkip and the baby Star.

Moonkip climbed under Sai.ke’s hat. He would never get used to all the noise and bustle of the Ancient ones. The keys clanged and banged when the Guardians flew as one.
Sai.ke’s hair under the hat was so warm. Moonkip felt his forehead but only fur could be felt.

Stars could be so sweet at times but you would never forget their burn.

Sai.ke heard a crackling noise and touched her mask.

The Star began to sing and the tiny etchings from the cave’s walls vibrated to Sai.ke’s mask. She did not move. She did not sing.
The Star wanted to be the one. Wanted to be the magic between the cave and the mask. To share this song with the one they called “the breath of soul” . to sing the song of the One Song, the Uni.Verse was an honour to behold.

The tiny egg joined in the singing.
The etchings in the mask followed the path of the wisdom and each symbol made a unique sound. A unique note of music.

Moonkip sang as well for he knew The Song as the lullaby from the Moon.

The star began to fade and a trail of its light raced upward to the morning sky. It was gone but a distant humming still filled the cave. In the dark corners, all was quiet.

The Sunstar smiled and the Moon made a wish.

Sai.ke padded outside into the fresh air and breathed in new scents from this new planet.
Moonkip peeked out of the hat and yawned. The Guardians floated one by one into the early mist.
With Moonkip and Sai.ke alone they looked at each other in relief. Sai.ke began to giggle and Moonkip rubbed her cheek and jumped off to a tree to scratch.
Confidence consumed her. A freshness that she had not felt in a long time filled her body and soul. Lifting her face to the morning air, Sai.ke smiled into the sunshine. Her mask vanished. She did not mind at all.

Setting out breakfast, she pulled in her large velvety dark wings and they dissipated as if they had never been there. Sai.ke shifted her cape around her back and made her self comfortable. Taking off her hat, she fluffed out her hair from Moonkip’s nest and found a couple of feathers. He had not been alone tucked in her hair and hat and he was not hungry anymore.

It was time for coffee and seed biscuits.

Each one she had cut into a different type of star shape. Inside the biscuits were seeds, grains, dried fruits and vegetables, and good salt.

Moonkip heard the rustle of her large endless velvet pouch and came running. He loved that he could meow and did it very proudly. Sai.ke laughed. He jumped on her shoulder and licked his paw contently while a feather from his cheek floated away in the wind. Moonkip closed his eyes in silence for the life that fed him.

They both loved food. Food gave them strength and clarity and comfort. Whatever they ate, the misfits gave thanks. They did not take sustenance and their livelihood for granted.

Sai.ke poured them both a mug of strong chicory and coffee feasting on a fallen apple, pomegranate seeds and the juice, tiny mushrooms, and dried bramble berries.
Fat, full, and fluffy, Moonkip chased leaves enjoying his new form very much.
The haegtessa cleaned up their meal and smiled.
She felt bold and confident. Refreshed from seeing the Olde language. Refreshed from a safe and warm nights’ sleep. Happy that she and Moonkip were free. Freedom meant one could live. And breath.

The tiny egg rested within the top folds of Sai.ke’s thymus which rested on top of her heart. Tiny shoots and roots sprouted. Sai.ke put her hand to her chest and patted the awakenings. Hoping to settle the egg. But it was time. Growth came to Sai.ke in a new way. Once the egg started the song. It could not be stopped.

Time shook in the shadows.

Nothing would be the same.

Fluffy seeds floated down on Sai.ke’s face.

The wind softly blew the seeds away from her eyelids.

The wind quieted and stared at Sai.ke not sure of themselves in this moment of closeness.

One Guardian stood at a distance in the mist and a key left the Guardian’s chest, from the higher heart energy wheel, to Sai.ke.

Reaching out to the glowing golden key, she kissed it, placed it to her chest.
The word “Innocence” graced her thoughts and she placed the key to the key ring on her waist belt.
The Guardian looked at Sai.ke for a long time.
Moonkip grew uncomfortable. His fur stood on end.

It was hard for the Guardian to let go. The mortals would never understand the unrepairable tearing and ripping of the key transfer.

The Guardian looked up to the SunStar and to the Moon. Always in opposite they were. Well, almost always. The Guardian realized that their own pain and severing was small in comparison to the two Celestials above them. Everything seemed relative.

The Guardian abruptly turned from Sai.ke and Moonkip and went on their way to join the Others. The morning doesn’t wait for ever and neither does Time nor Season.

Moonkip stretched up to the key and it smelled kind and wonderful.

Sai.ke looked around to make sure that they had everything.
It was a busy morning! She was ready to explore.

The SunStar grew brighter and Sai.ke and Moonkip stepped onto the path of Unknowing. The Autumn trees and shrubs were bright reds, yellows, oranges, and purple. Swirling color-full leaves filled the wind.

They flew up together to give thanks to the Sun.

Living in the direction of the Now, the pair looked at each other in Joy.

And so they did in the Key of Innocence and Wanderlust.

The Moon shifted her night cloak and the Sunstar shined on her shoulders.

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Thank you for reading my story. I will be putting the audio here soon.

ot dushi, san

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i am a vapor living taster. mind manifesting lover grounded rainbow shine mother. shadows moaning luminescence showing. integrated with essence sensual blessings. anahata’s flowers geometric showers. . laying in warm tidal pools, riding on a polar bear from far away, flying in chariots with the gift givers of yule, cackling with the hedge witch, giving a big hug to the tree in the last unicorn, spirit dancing and spinning around a beating fire, being blessed with three sons, embracing a bed of lamb’s ear, getting close to baby trees, blackberries and morning glory and all wild things growing, learning the olde stories, listening to the ancient ones, cleaning a thousand messes a day, unfurling my tail so it can dry, opening my eyes to the sun and to the moon, smelling the earth in river’s rocks, weaving some words along, collecting bones and laughing with the green river. most importantly embracing love in all its forms. ot dushi, san

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