The girl and The Faerie

Fairy tales are like that. One morning we wake up. We say: It was just a fairy tale. But deep down, we’re not smiling. We know that fairy tales are the only truth of life.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

La Loba asked me if I knew the story of the girl who dreamed of the Faerie. Yes, I said. Tell me then, she asked me. Once upon a time a girl who had neither father nor mother, and who lived in the Dark Forest. One day she wanted to see the Faerie⁴. There was a village near the forest. So she decided to go there to ask which was the way to the Faerie. But the village was a place where nobody returns to what has already left, where nobody knew where they have been. In this place, nobody even remembered what has dreamt². The girl wandered the streets, wondering what was the way to the Faerie. But no one stopped and pay attention her. Everyone was too busy and never leaves the great wheel. Where they whirled and whirled. So one night she climbed a cardboard staircase. Imagined. Invoked. Did not lead to anything. It was just a cardboard staircase¹.

—An illusion staircase. But was there another way for the Faerie? La Loba asked.

—Yes, there was, I say.

—What was it? She asked.

 

—There was another entry, narrower. An entry more difficult and tight. This entry was invented by a Dwarf and is guarded by a Dragon², I said.

—Yes, Aquamarine, the bluish-green color Dragon of Authenticity³, La Loba said. This dragon helps us discover that we are all unique. With his help, it is possible leave aside all the masks, so, let us to be authentic, not afraid to show the world who we are. The more we accept our essence – with our lights and shadows – the more we can respect the way others think and act³. Well, this is the only way I know to the Faerie, La Loba said. And what that girl did?

—Oh, she went to the Dragon and asked if he knew the way to the Faerie because she wanted very, very know it. Then, the Dragon said:

O see ye not yon narrow road
So thick beset wi’ thorns and briers?
That is the path of Righteousness,
Though after it but few inquiries.
And see ye not yon braid, braid road
That lies across the lily leven?
That is the path of Wickedness,
Though some call it the Road to Heaven.
And see ye not yon bonny road
That winds about yon fernie brae?
That is the road to fair Elfland. Where thou and I this night maun gae⁴.

 

 

—And what happened? La Loba asked.

—Well, the girl met the Dwarf, who was actually a Dragon Kinight and he said he would help her along the way to the Faerie. But before she had to return to the black forest, to all the things she left. And she had to remember all the ways by which she walked. And more importantly, he told her: She had to remember her dreams, because without them it was very easy to lose the way to the Faerie.

—Well that were a lot of things, La Loba said. How did she do to remember it all?

—She began to write, read and draw and she learned the language of animals and plants. And so she made many friends, who happens also sought the way to the Faerie.

—But then something happened, right? La Loba said. Yes, something happened, I said.

—What happened? She asked.

—One day the villagers missed the girl. And they were going to see what she was doing. And they saw her writings, her drawings and her art. And they were shocked by what they found. Since, the girl wrote about dwarves, talking animals, Dark Forests, dragons, dreams and fantasies. And it frightened them, because they  remembered about their dreams and their own ways. And worse, it made ​​them forget the great wheel. Where they whirled and whirled. And then they were sore afraid.

—And what they did?  La Loba asked.

—They broke her heart.

—Oh, little girl, La Loba hugged me. To prevent the cardboard staircase. There is an important step you should take. Anyone who does not support your art, your dreams, and your life doesn’t worth your time. It’s hard but true. These types of projects need to be nurtured and fed. They need vital support of friendly people⁵.

—What should I do, La Loba? I asked with teary eyes.

—You must continue to search for the Faerie, in company with your Dwarf and your Dragon, just that.

—Yes, I agreed.

—But tell me one thing, little wolf. This Dwarf is very beautiful, isn’t he?

—Yes, he is. Some say he is a hot dwarf, I said.

—Hum, a hot dwarf? This is an interesting detail of the story, La Loba said.

—Yes, I said, drying my tears. But he is also the worthy leader, intelligent and heroic of a company of Dwarves.  La Loba laughed.

—Who would have thought, a company of hot and heroic Dwarves. Now, I understand, part of the confusion. See, my little wolf, Snow White was a wise girl for her time, but not too bold. She had seven dwarves to teach her the way to the Faerie, but they were all ugly! Come on; let me take a look at this Dwarf. Not bad, agreed La Loba. If you had not told me he was a Dwarf, I would think he was the Prince Charming, and then, we would have chaos. Then, we laugh like crazy of all this ‘story’, as only women know how to laugh.

Reference

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1 and 2. The Portuguese group “Madredeus” com lead singer “Teresa Salgueiro” perform “The Paradise” and “ The Shep. The first video have Portuguese lyrics and an English translation.

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3. Dragon Energy Center

4. Tolkien, J.R.R. 2006 . Sobre Histórias de Fadas. Original title Tree and Leaf.

5. Estés, C.P. 1994. Mulheres que correm com os lobos: mitos e histórias do arquétipo da mulher selvagem. Editora Rocco, Rio de Janeiro.

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The moon’s song

I go my way through the mist. I don’t want to be afraid. Die inside just to breathe. I don’t want to forget who I am for your world makes sense. Night is coming, and I’ll sing the song of the Moon again. I’ll invoke the unconscious psychic energy that holds all the secrets of wisdom and knowledge. And then I’ll find my own way.
I’ll call the lunar dog of my soul with my howling. Please, do not want to be my eyes and ears, because my senses are very sharp and I know the paths that lead me to new worlds and bring me back home.

Do not try to scare me; I’ll not lose me along the way. I follow the wolf and the full moon lights my way. Like him, I follow my instincts. I raise my nose to the wind, I breathe its odors. Ears alert, I hear the sounds of life. I changed and I can seem a bit broken, but my heart remains. So I’m not a stranger in my own skin.

In your eyes I may seem aloof or stuck in another world. But I am not hurt anymore, although these scars remain with me, they just say where I was and not where I will.

I walk with my wolf and I’m not afraid to break new ground. Feel the pulsating earth, run the world and hunt my own food. And back to share the food obtained.

I’m no longer that  shy girl or painfully insecure  begging your approval. I’m not a foreigner in my own territory. I found the lunar dog of my soul. I am simply not alone anymore.

I feel whole once again. I have a voice, and I will be heard by all those who sing the song of the night. The song of the moon. I will share secrets and break promises.

Although I’m not angry anymore, I’m tired of feeling stuck, waiting for you to look at me. And despite your lies, I know you see me. And you know I feel your loneliness and cold. I know your ways, if anesthetize inside to stay alive. To not feel the pain. But this is a drug that kills within. And I want to live.

The relief exists and I find when I accept who I am. When I accept that you are simply wrong. You are who don’t know the way and got lost in the darkness of your soul. Your heart is guided only by your selfishness, and this doesn’t hurt me anymore. You chased and killed the wolf, but he lives inside of me. And the silver moon lights the wolf fur on my neck. You would know that if you looked in my eyes. You would know the true nature of my soul. But it’s too late and our choices only keep us increasingly apart.

Night is coming and I hear the song of the moon. She tells me that I will continue to howl, sing and live. That a new sun rises for the darkest night that is. The pack calls me away with your howls. I’m not a stranger in my own world.

I hear the song of the moon, and now I understand the uniqueness of each personality and beauty of being who you are. I’m not afraid to rediscover my natural talents and gifts. I am not a foreigner in my own territory. I am the lunar dog of my soul, and I’m free to be.

To live is to grow, and grow to accept that all forms of life can be our teachers. Just ask his guidance. My hands cling to the fur of the wolf, and he walks beside me. The wolf knows the way.

The path is to be willing to climb mountains, entering forests, hiking in deserts, falling into the abyss and come away with the strength to be who you are. Ready to become your own master. Ready to share the song of the moon with your pack. Ready to become  One with the moon.

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