EarthDreaming Magpie:
Trickster am I,
carolling starshine.
Spring-water over limestone,
play of moon and shadow in the branches of tall trees,
movement in the half-dark
-- I am all of these.
In the hour before the dawn
I arise
and am born with the bright beacon
of ascending Sol.
Let your feathered imagination soar to the skies!
I am the poet crazed with ecstatic love,
the lover drunk on misery,
the Artful Child.
I am the winged soul that swoops down
and descends
upon the heads and hearts of the children of men.
I am the fierce love
that defends the Creative Egg,
that knows when to push the fledgling from the nest.
Mine the all-seeing eye,
mine the beak.
Mine the volatile moment,
the instant, so to speak, when the Creative Word
evaporates
and all that is left is
an ocean of thirst
after
Perfect Beauty.
The inside of Magpieís Egg is a treasure-trove of wonders and marvels -- all the colours of the rainbow, and some beyond! The rising and falling cadences of consciousness, approachable and elusive; the rhythms of many cultures, subtle and bold; the miriad patterns of interconnectedness -- all co-exist within Magpieís Egg.
"Anything possible to the imagination somewhere exists, is real"
is Magpieís song.
* * *
Back in the times when the land stretched youthful and green as far as the eye could see and sex was brand new, Magpie climbed to the top of the very tallest tree and chortled with joy. She was happy to see the world spread out so wide and wonderful beneath her. The view pleased her so much she decided to make camp there for a time.
Now the sky was grey and heavy with the endlessly falling rain, as it had been ever since the world passed under the Gate of Water at Rain Buckets Down and all living beings had first begun to feel the stirrings of a new desire. And the winter wind blew fierce and cold from the southwest, buffetting the treetops. It shook the branches where Magpie sat and nearly dislodged her from her lofty perch.
Magpie was somewhat aggrieved by this, and said so, loudly. She reflected that Water had been throwing its weight around just a little too strongly for her taste of recent times, and it was time that somebody did something about it! So she built herself a shelter and sat down to do some serious scheming.
A few days went by, and noone saw much of Magpie. They could hear her though, way up in the top of her tree, chortling and carolling away to herself.
More days went by. Occasionally Magpie would fly down to eat, or to gather odd bits and bobs to carry back up to her nest. Anyone who happened to see her might have remarked on the somewhat smug air of secret amusement she wore. Magpie was having fun.
One morning, at around eleven oclock, the quietly humming business of the day was pierced by a loud gurgle of excitement: "Come and look, everybody! Come and see what Iíve made!" Magpie could barely contain herself. She was jumping about, high in her tree, fluttering with her wings to keep from falling over herself with glee. "Come and see!" she called again.
Everyone stopped what they were doing, and hurried to see what the fuss was all about. A small crowd gathered around the foot of Magpieís tree. Snake called out "Well, youíve called us, and weíve come." "Whatís all this noise about?" called Frog. "Iíve made a baby Sun and sat on it to make it warm -- Come up and see!" sang Mapgie. But Frog and Snake called back, "We canít! We havenít wings to climb so high. Youíll have to lift it up so we can see from here"
Then Magpie disappeared for a moment or two, and shortly afterward a wonderous round shining thing appeared over the edge of her nest. It was nearly as large as Magpie herself, and glowed with a pale silvery luminescence. The crowd below fell silent with wonder and awe. In fact, the egg, for such it was, looked more like a slightly squashed moon than a baby sun. But whatever it was, it was indesputably a wholly entrancing sight, and the audience was captivated. For a moment it balanced in splendour upon the edge of the nest, and no-one breathed. Each felt a great bubble of something unnameable rise within their own heart - a something poised on the knife-edge between unbearable longing and unimaginable pleasure. It was as if Magpie had somehow given expression to the innermost heartís desire of every existing form of living being.
And then it wobbled, and fell.
The spell was broken as it crashed to earth and cracked. Everyone watched in shock and disbelief. And then something magical and completely unexpected happened. For as it fell and smashed, its magical quintessence splashed across the landscape - and whereever it touched the green Land burst into flower. Then someone gasped - and everyone looked up -- for in response the Sun came bursting through the misty clouds of Water, lighting up a giant rainbow of coloured light that arked across the Land from one horizon to another.
And Magpie burst into triumphant song.
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Magpie Magic - A tentative beginning
Magpie's colour is PURPLE
Magpie qualities:
curiosity, creativity,
protectiveness
Magpie's wisdom:
Magpie can help with
partnership, parenting, family, community
Natural affinities :
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