Manifesting A Magical Faerie Kingdom

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful Land, a place so beautiful that the whole of the universe looked on in awe and wonder. It had been created by seven thousand angels giving voice to seven thousand songs. When they were finished, the Chosen were invited to go into the world, and make it their home. They played like children, laughing and singing, climbing trees, building forts, creating new games to play...even creating new creatures to play with. Their voices, their dreams, their joyous hearts, all intertwined seamlessly with the harmonic vibrations of the Land.

Then, one day the Scourge came. Its music was very different from that of the Land. It confused the Chosen. It made them believe that their world was shabby, that they themselves were somehow incomplete, were even to be despised. They came to hate themselves, to hate the Land, to hate those that had created such an ugly place. And because they no longer cared, it was easy for them to let everything go...which was exactly what the Scourge had hoped for.

The Land, in its defense, went into a deep healing slumber. While asleep, it dreamed of going out among the Chosen to remind them of their beauty, power, and importance. Without knowing, it manifested itself a body.

When the Land awoke in its new form, it had forgotten where it had come from. It became just as ensnared as the Chosen. But the angels left clues for the Land. There were books, and visitors, and random occurrences that constantly sought to remind the Land of who it was. And the Land did begin to rouse itself. But as it woke, the Land despaired. What was the point in saving itself when even the Chosen did not care what happened? Why would the Land save itself, if only to sing alone for the rest of eternity?

The Scourge began to realize that the Land was waking up. It upped its efforts to depress the energies of the Land and the Chosen with searing chemicals, with traumatic experiences. Soon, the Scourge would have total control...it seemed inevitable, from both sides.

But then, one of the Chosen, a young girl, was born. She brought with her sunlight, and laughter, and joy. She liked to play, and dream, and climb trees. She sang songs to the Land. The Scourge despised her, of course. It did whatever it could to silence her. It hurt her family members. It poisoned her air and water and food. It tried to teach her to scorn tenderness, and to exalt in controlling others. It turned all of her friends and neighbours against one another. No one smiled, no one laughed, and certainly, no one sang. Everywhere the girl looked, there was ugliness, and fear, and pain.

But when the girl was by herself...she would hum, and sing. She would talk to the trees and flowers. She would dance in the sun, and shout fearlessly at the storms. And she would dream of seeing what the Land used to look like, back before the Scourge came. And better still, she dreamed of what the Land would be like if someone actually cared enough to imagine a future for it.

However subtle the energies were that the girl was giving off, the Land finally picked up on them. Like a moth to flame, the Land sought out the girl. It soon found her, out in a field of long grasses, next to a bending river. After its long journey, the Land placed its feet in the water of the river. The girl sat next to the Land. "I like you," she said. "Would you like to sing a song with me? I know this really funny one, but I should warn you, it's kinda dirty..." The Land chuckled. "I would like that very much!"

And so they sat, and sang, and laughed, and felt the sun upon their heads.

Some of the Chosen, for reasons they did not quite understand, suddenly felt compelled to join in the song. They began to dream again. They began to be nicer to one another. They began to clean. The Scourge was outraged by all of it. It began retaliating with everything it had. Some of the Chosen ran from the Scourge. Some of the Chosen ran to the Scourge.

And, some of the Chosen laughed at the Scourge. They could finally see how weak the Scourge truly was. As word spread throughout the Chosen, it was not long before the Scourge was reduced to a mere whisper of its previous self. The girl scooped it up and placed it in a special box. It would stay in the box until it could learn how to play nice with the others.

Then, the Land truly woke up. The great flocks of birds, and bats, and butterflies returned. The whales, and dolphins, and corals returned. The great trees, the Elementals, the creatures that had been lost to myth...all returned. Then, just for kicks, they created a few new things, like spaceships you could grow in your garden, and portable clouds, and beer-flavoured popsicles...although, those didn't take off so well.

Eventually, the Scourge was allowed out of its box. It sang a pretty good song about learning how to play nice in the sandbox. The Scourge said, "I think I'd prefer if everyone could just call me Gary, from now on..."

And so life continued, with Gary, the girl, the Land, the angels, and of course, the song...with even God singing along, just for the joy of it.!