6. Ondine Ninetails was pleasantly surprised that physically, the returning journey was much easier than expected.

Warm currents cradled her long journey and allowed a coasting gesture of wings to be ample effort to remain aloft.

This gave the dark dragon the luxury of concentration, thoughts and ponderings over the recent events.

It gave her time to examine the multitude of choices opened for the coming seasons. : Something new had opened in her mind. At first she felt distressed,thinking it may bee parasitic in nature, something other than or outside of her individualized self. But with the long lengths of time of observing and sensing, she enveloped the new and saw it as symbiotic. It allowed her to be the observer and the observed, the guide and the guided, the long line of genetic memory coming to fore .

It was a gnoing and an ease of purpose.

There was also a youthful excitement and impatience with this new found impulse.

What was seen as the symbiote warned and coaxed , cautioned and provoked to new inertias. The confusion it brought was both intoxicating and terrifying.

All these new feelings were being pondered and weighed.

The only decision Ondine made was to watch and see, for these new feelings could be the former delusions and illusions that never served well.

Ondine Ninetails grinned and thought that the only way to understand was to observe and see what poised response in her new home at Sylvhara. She wondered what wellings up will be useful.And most of all,….. how will this allow her to obtain the Hoon: the object of her dearest desire.

That time in the dungeon when she helped bring Dorian to his place of incarceration on the Wyre, she felt It’s presence, felt its call and immediately without logic or reason, lusted to possess it.

No cause or reason other than a fire in the blood.

Ondine Ninetails was deceived by the Queen when she(the Queen) told her that the blue stone she found beneath the Wyre was the Hoon.

Ondine ,in her blind lust, knelt before this false stone in ignorance and soon realized the Queen had deceived her. In that moment she lost her loyalty to the Queen and swore that the long life would be devoted to acquiring the Hoon. And the Queen’s lie would not be forgotten.

Ondine Ninetails remembered the words of her father,”All Dark is not evil and all Light is not good”.

With these thoughts Ondine fiercely pumped her massive wings, impatient to return and begin.

Ondine narrowed her eyes and focused on the object of her desire: the Hoon, the red stone that she now could see clearly in her mind’s eye.

And with this glowing and pulsing,Ondine speaks to the Hoon in the place of mindspeak, “You will be mine, my Love, You will be part of me and all that I become. However long it takes, know that I am present and approach closer with every breath.”

5. transmission

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It is I who am hidden within Radiant Waters. I am the one who gradually.... put forth (manifested, emanated) the All.... It is I who am laden with the Voice. It is through me that Gnosis comes forth. I am perception (enlightenment) and knowledge, uttering a Voice... I am the real Voice. I cry out in everyone, and they recognize it (the Voice), since a seed (of me) dwells in (each of) them. I revealed myself ... among those who recognize me. For it is I who am joined (who am within) everyone... -- Trimorphic Protennoia, Nag Hammadi Library ____________________________________________________________ ...... .... .... ..Ondine obeyed and remained silent and still. Perhaps more from her shock and fear than out of respect. ....In spite of her youthful nature to rebel and flee, her body unwillingly relaxed. ....This ominous Dark massive creature began to speak in words one would expect a father might speak to a tiny child. For an instant ,Ondine felt a smirk emerge at such silly words. But soon found that what she felt might not be what it seemed…......As the Dark dragon spoke...... .... ..
DreamsSun beamsN dragon wingsCatching all the lightPrism's mounds of substanceMulti colored from the sightBirdie tweetsCandy sweetsBalanced on the tongueNot the cryingNot denyingShadows from the sunFingers at the base of treesPrayer upon our bleeding kneesDigging for the roots of allWhispering impassioned calls………..open open up the heartLet the soul beginWatch the veil begin to partWithin the eyes of friendsBlatant there before us allLong before the myth or fall
Dark n lightDay n nightServed in place of matterFair exchangeRearrangedWith cupN swordNPlatterWave the wandUrge us onFind the hearts delightJoy's the vesselDisembarkingBoardFor distant sights.. ..She suddenly felt as if all portions of her form were fleeing their familiar gathering of its dragon shape and were trying to scatter to the night like a flock of tiny birds. ....And at the same time she envisioned the sensation of this scattering to be more than a transformation. Her mind could only grasp the event by naming a comparison……she felt as if her whole body was but a drop of oil upon the element water. And this drop of oil exploded upon its surface and spread to the no thing. All boundaries were lost. All knowledge of self obscured. She had become the slivered rotting wood on the vessel’s deck…the gems piled haphazardly in the corners and scattered over the entire vessel…the stars that hung like lanterns in the four directions as well as the above and below…the surface of the ocean and the mirrored moon. And most profound of all… she was the Dark creature that balanced before her between the known and the unknown worlds.....A single thought came to Ondine, “This must surely be my death.”....And the Dark Dragon before her responded in mindspeak to her thoughts, “Yes, just one of the many deaths you will come to know.”....With these words in her mind the Dark Dragon’s form began to ripple as a tremor on the surface of water might under a soft breeze. ....“You have all else within, my daughter, all else will be revealed.”....“ I merely breeched your enclosure so that the underground streams might flow. The formula for this alchemy, the legacy, will be yours to understand, learn and live in the world of dreams. This you will send to the forward now.’....Suddenly a crescendo of nature began to move the ship and skies.....Clouds gathered in a hushed rush over the light of the setting moon. The former surface of a stagnant sea began to rise and fall under increasing winds. ....Ondine strained to hear the sounds of mindspeak from the form before her. But the blending sounds began to fade and bind with the sounds of waves and water.....Ondine could see that the father she had never known was submitting his form back to the elements and the ethers like a willing lover.....Without a fear for self and without a care of what might result, Ondine screamed to the heavens. “Father, why are you forsaking me?”....Both the Dragon’s caustic and healing tears of a million souls poured from her eyes and fell to the storms winds threatening to sink the fragile vessel she stood upon.....Ondine lurched to flight and Rose above the ship just as the dark below swallowed her place of rest.....The winds threw her toward the sky and caught her up in the currents of time and cast her back toward her new home in Sylvhara.....And no matter how hard she pumped her wings to try to return to the place she had encountered her father, the winds drove her back toward Sylvhara.....As she struggled and fought the currents that carried her toward her destination, Ondine thought she heard a whisper in her mind that spoke once more in the Ancient tongue of all dragons,....“All Light is not good. All Dark is not evil.Blessed be the Elvin womb that carried you toward your place in this world.”...... ..Ondine,Like her Dark Father, submitted to the winds that carried her. A tiny fragment of faith and surrender had breached her soul....... ..

4. Ondine Ninetails was shocked and confused to hear an almost pleading whisper from this monstrous being before her.

A sound of desperate relief seemed to ride the top of these two words spoken by the beast that Rose out of the sea.

Hearing these two words flashed a memory of a sculpture she had seen on the side of the Sylvan castle : two knights upon a single mare.And for a very brief momnt wondered where that memory came from.

This confused Ondine even more and her head began to spin with more fear and confusion.

While Ondine froze and waited to see if she was to be the meal for this creature, she also quickly looked a all she could observe that might offer escape. As she looked around toward all directions, she had the strange sensation that this one beast completely surrounded her on all sides and that it was pointless to even try. She settled in to a more defensive stance and vowed to herself that she would fight with all she had… to the death, if necessary.

The dark beast that so resembled Ondine’s own reflection she had seen in still pools of mercury, spoke again with a hiss of embers in a rainstorm, ‘No ,my child, you are not my prey. You found your way to me as I found my way to my source endless eons ago.

The beast pulled its massive head back and nodded slightly.

“And none too soon.”

He looks to the moon as if its light might disappear at any moment.

“As you can see I am almost entirely of the sea. My form now makes its final return to the mother of All. She holds me both warmly and coldly in a forever embrace. When this dark season’s Moon rests to the far horizon the legacy will be yours. You are my seed to creation.

Your body remembers and came to me across the migration of souls for the words of the mind.

Yes,’ the beast sighs a whirlpool across the surface of the still water to the east as he speaks,”your body remembers and has returned to me, your mind will understand my words, and you will carry this seed as I direct you in both memory and mind.

As all of creation, you are the ultimate alchemy. ..Life’s question and yearning for itself.

And with a threatening grin and pause... He draws even closer than before and whispers in an ancient tongue, “I am your father.”

Ondine understood the words, for the Green language or Language of the Birds was imprinted in every dragons cells from the ancient o f ancients. She begins to tremble and loose consciousness, but forces herself to maintain alert while cowering back in silence to both take these words in and to listen.

She sees her Father is about to speak.

He then looks quickly toward the moon, “So short a time to tell you all. But listen carefully and do not speak."

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3. it comes
"But the Priest of the Moon could no more cross the gulf to come tous than we had been able to cross the gulf to go to him. Some devicehad to be found whereby we could meet half-way in the abyss of air,and that device was the art of the magical images whereby wevisualized the form before the inner eye in the inner kingdoms and heprojected therein the mind on mind here no man was, and heard thewords where no man spoke, for the thing came across the gulf on thewings of fantasy; for fantasy is the ass that carries the ark, asthey said in the ancient mysteries………………"
From the "Sea Priestess"




how still the liquid idles deep

toward earth

no venture in the moment

but a pause to see

no ripple breaks the surface of the depth of all

blue shadows of small creatures dart and flee

beneath the visions of the dark above

paints deeper visions of a dark below

that slow ascending creature of the deep

a rising rhythm to eternal ebb n flow

one eye all-seeing placed its gaze on me

as victim or a thing that's much to dark to see

movement used for flight dismissed

while waiting on the reaper's kiss

arms in gestures

angel wings

mudras spent by priests and kings

matter's fierce design

no place to flee

one now must be

a meal for the divine

………….solace in the knowing
we become...the divine ….that devours us..

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There was no mistaking that a heavy presence was within the space of sight. And yet no ripple, no creature, no vision or illusion placed itself before her eyes.Ondine Ninetails jerked to every side, every direction, squinting her eyes and opening all her senses in defensive posture, ready for flight and fire if either was needed. Every scale on her form stood at attention as if they might feel where to look. And all the while she half noticed a buzzing sensation begin at the tip or her tail and spread up her spine in a persistent leisurely manner. This drew her attention and alarmed her even more that the unseen presence she knew was there.She was warned not to seek the Master Mage until she was full adult. The foolish abandon of her youth gave way to a determined curiosity. And although in dragon form she is only a juvenile, in her Elvin form she is 117 years old. This had been considered adult enough to be part of the Tari's Council at the Elven Keep inTriskele. They had even accepted her in this appointment even though they knew her father was a dark dragon. She often wondered why, then, were they so surprised when she left the Light Council to seek, to know, the dark that flowed in her blood. A sudden scent of deep sea and fresh earth, and a warm breeze or breath from behind made her heart skip a beat as she froze where she was. Slowly she turned her sight toward the massive dark shadow that blocked the moon and tried to make out what it was that she could not see. She lifted her vision up toward the heavens as if measuring the length of stars and found far above the rotting vessel she stood on, two eyes of fierce fire like her own, staring at her as if she were a fine morsel for someone's meal. For the first time in her dragon form she cowered down and felt the despair of being something's prey with no means of escape.
The terrifying eyes bent low with the graceful effort of a bird riding evening thermals and paused just above Ondine's head. Fangs the size of castle pillars gleamed in the faint light spreading open as the massive maw began to speak, "You came.", it whispered.

2.CAMAEL

”His name means "He Who Sees God". Camael appears as a warrior dressed
in a red tunic. He wears green armour plates, an iron helmet and has
large green wings. Originally the God of War, Camael personifies
divine justice and governs Heavenly singing. He grants Power,
Invisibility, and invincibility. Camael is responsible for holding in
check Leviathan, the monster of evil who will swallow the souls of
sinners. Camael brings to mankind the gift of Godness,
the Holy that exists within all women and men.”

Ondine Ninetails felt the light of the moon before she saw it.

She lifted heavy eyes from a deep sleep and forced her vision to ascend toward the source of the startling light. The dark was approaching She knew this. And the largest moon she had ever seen was rising over the horizon, as the last hint of daylight seeped away

Blood orange and intense was this vision: Something to drop one to their knees.

A rush of awareness surged through her dragon form and she remembered where she was and how she arrived.

She scanned the deck of the rotting vessel and looked at the glimmer of lights at the far end of the half submerged stern of the boat. Scattered over its deck, half hidden, half blatantly mirroring the orange red moon, were gems and coins the size of sea urchins.

Other than creatures of the forest and the sea, precious metals and gems were a favorite food on those rare occasions that a dragon might stumble across them. And indeed this was a rare occasion. The more she ravenously consumed the more she found to be piled in haphazard mounds in the corners and niches of the ship.

It had been a long time since she had gems to place in her hidden horde of treasures far to the mountains in the east. She decided that it was time to replenish her stock with what she could carry in her crop like a bird. But first ,now that she had fed on precious metals and gems and drank of the rain water pooled in the barrels bound to the mast, she decided to take better note of her place and what signs might continue her journey in the right direction.

The ocean also mirrored the great Moon over a sea that shone as solid as the marble courtyards of Solomon. It looked as if she could walk the water if she had a mind to do so. But she knew illusion. And she knew delusion. And neither served her well in the past.The glare of the stillest waters inspired her to trust only the elements and astral beings that had proven their worth: proper gnosis for those things useful.

Her mind wandered back to the promise of a gem beyond all other gems .The one said to be resting beneath the castle of Sylvhara. She new it would take the skills of a master mage to even approach such a gem and laughed out loud, “And to think that the drow Dorian that though it would be so easy to possess.

Her own voice bellowing across the stillness startled her to fearful caution as she felt with her dragon senses something stirring.

Said I

“If found
Should then I change the mask I wear
Or cover mirrors on the walls
Close windows
Cower in the dark and weep?

They come
Those hungry reapers of the heart
And call me to their side
Those generations of the heart
Steeped high in mer mory
They wake!

Thirsty begging for the nipple of lost tides
And siren song
Leviathan lullabies
And screams of bliss in bloom
Re membering
Those former noisy silences we chimed together
With our drunken bawdy songs
Sending tremors through desire
Under tuggings of the moon

Troubadours
They were
They are
With cause to see this through
To witness
One more Fisher Queen's demise
While I
A single breath
A remnant of the past
Hide waiting
For the echoed howls and
Hunted by the hound of God

If found
Should I relent and fall to final swoon
The tinctured thrall of
Chalices and thrones
Release and cry to all the worlds that wait..............

Or follow down this path alone?”

1. Faint fog-like shadows rise from deep the endless sea below….spiraled snakes of stealth wrapped tightly, riding thermals from the gray Sargasso stillness toward her path across the sky.

Three suns without both food and rest the flight has taken tole upon her Dragon form.

Perhaps some tiny remnant of a lodestone in the blood reminded and refused to let her pass this path without direct encounter with the eons of the souls that reach into and through her present form she holds as dragon of the Moon.

A vessel laden with a million souls of present past she feels the thunder in her dragon blood and wearily relentlessly scans for any place of rest. A floating piece of any mild debris would do, for rest and breath to ease the burden of the past.

She glances to the west…left hand the setting son.

The rising fog holds sway around a half submerged mossed vessel caught within the weeds of plankton pools around a still stagnant curve of ocean where no currents seem to flow.

Two islands of dark weeds and water lustily entwine around this rotting vessel like spent lovers forming a familiar darkened vesica piscus on the surface of the sea.

The maps were set to come this way and yet she has not heard a single bird or seen a single sign to guide her toward the legended abode, the home of the Dark Master of the Mage. This dire forsaken realm looks nothing like the maps of dreams and yet the elements have brought her here insistent on its path, insistent with its bidding as if some seasoned migration held her in its grasp.

Ondine Ninetails descends and falls like some dark angel from the sky and lands with pain upon the rotting deck below. Ignoring the pain and submitting to the exhaustion, she falls into a deep sleep without dreams.

Ondine Ninetails