"The Second Sight Under the Sun"
by Clara GerlEmail: euphoria@cp-tel.net
We can never really see with mundane eyes. Reality provides such a lack of vision. To humans the stars above this world are only flames of burning gas. Yet mortals do not entertain the thought that they are really fingertips of the essence of creation tapping across the sky. Few are gifted with this true vision; but regardless many seek security. Throughout time prophets speak of powerful beings yearning to save souls. Ponder this if you will, what keeps them alive? It is faith--the faith of salvation. That is where hope resides; and if you only possess mundane eyes I pray your imagination keeps this hope alive. Which leads me to think of a man with a powerful imagination by the name of Jason. Like many he only had mundane sight. Yet a hope within him let him open his eyes to more. This is the story of his awakening.
The Second Sight Under the Sun
"Drown us in the sea of sin, drown us in the sea of sin." he repeated as he heard the words. He began to think more of them and then suddenly the water faded away. He blinked again and the only sea he saw before him was that of wrinkled white sheets separating him from the cold dark room in which he awoke.
"Damn dream again." he muttered. Jason had been having dreams of water all his life now. Strange how they perplexed him, each one leaving him a line to remember.
With a sigh he opened his eyes, "Sea of sin, sea of sin. Damn I knew I was late on my car payment." He yawned and slowly began to rise out of bed, knowing he had a deadline to meet.
He was an artist of sorts, a storyteller with a head full of dreams. For years he dedicated his life to his work, but hardly got anything in return. The money just wasn't there for writing stories. He was lucky enough to find a small job at the local newspaper where he wrote an article now and then.
He sighed and sat at his small computer desk knowing it was nothing too special he was writing about this time. Some movie reviews for his small town was all the newspaper wanted. The keyboard started clicking as his thoughts made their way to the white screen before him. But then again he heard the same voice in his dream say, "Where a deeper fire ebbs and flows, and intense lust begins."
He blinked and sure enough the voice in his head made it into his article. A few shakes of his head tried to bring him back to reality, but apparently he was still asleep. Regardless, the ringing of the phone next to him woke him up completely.
"Hello?"
"Hi Jason." the voice on the other end said, "Not finished with the articles yet?"
"How'd you guess Frank?" he sighed in response, "I'm working on it now."
"Dad won't be pleased."
"Your father never is. Just please tell him not to run the articles until tomorrow."
"Ok, but for a favor."
"What?"
"You'll like this one."
"Last time you said that you tried to set me up with a transvestite." Jason grumbled.
"And your love life still needs help."
"The favor."
"Ok, I need someone to look after the cabin until next weekend."
"Your cabin?"
"Yes, I'll only be gone for a few days. Do this and I'll tell Dad you'll have the articles ready by the end of the week."
"Sweet deal, and I don't have a choice anyway right?"
"Right."
That was all that needed to be said. Frank's father held all the power over Jason's job and Frank himself held all the power over his father. Nevertheless, he felt that it would be nice to have a change from his life in a small one bedroom apartment. Saying their good-byes, the two men hung up their connection and Jason yawned--another invitation for him to sleep again. He laid back down on his bed and closed his eyes again, only to hear the same beautiful voice say, "A single kiss commands sensation, to close silence those eyes." In moments dreams of water flooded his mind again.
Hours after he awoke from his nap he was anxious to leave. It didn't take him long to gather a small suitcase of things he needed. With a smile he stepped into his car and drove off, enjoying the ride to the cabin. He took delight in looking out the window to see the many trees raise their branches to worship the sun. Yet the thought of water did not escape his mind. Frank said the forest around the house was well known for natural beauty. Again his curiosity was aroused, making his mind tempt him into asking, "River...water...perhaps in the forest?"
He erased such ideas from his mind as he drove up to the small house before him. It was made of dark wood and stone steps that led up to a closed screen door. The air was fragrant with the smell of pine and the birds chirped a melody as he arrived. There was also something else he heard--the sound of rushing water.
His dropped his small suitcase and his ears perked up at the sound. Then suddenly the same beautiful voice called out to him, "For now the waves fall to the depths, finding lost emotions rise."
He could hear nothing else and feel nothing else but the earth moving beneath his feet. Path or no path, he was making his way to where he heard the water. Air breathing in deeply, heart pounding almost faster than his sudden stride, he finally made it to the place where the sound was coming from.
Jason beheld the most incredible sight he had ever seen. A huge waterfall fell to a large pond before his feet. Rushing waves over a high mountain side revealed intense beauty and power combined into an incredible force of gravity. Even the tallest trees stood far from the waves of the pond. What awe this scene of nature inspired in Jason. The more he listened the more amazed he felt--until suddenly he began to hear a whining sound.
The forest around him changed. The trees became beautiful brown haired men and women reaching out to the sun in a dance. He was entranced at how they moved, yet his gaze also wandered below where he saw grass as long green fingers that waved in greeting to him. He smiled as they pointed upward. All life here seemed to worship the sphere of light above that transformed into an amazing sight.
The sun changed to illuminate the sky as a beautiful maiden. Her body was outlined by rays of radiance making her glow even more. The exact opposite of a shadow of darkness, her locks of yellow hair dripped down to the earth in patterns of light, leading him to view other things. And see other things he did when she brought his attention to the top of a mountain.
A woman was weeping. Her hands covered her face to hide the expression of intense sorrow, yet he could sense pain. As the sun reached out for her he longed to be closer himself. Something was familiar about her. She continued to whine more, striking chords of sorrow in his soul. With another sob, her tears flowed down the mountainside, creating pools of water that drowned out the fingers of grass on the ground.
Each sound, each teardrop drew him near the woman. Spellbound by her sadness, words began to form from his lips, "Your strong embrace, your warm arms, conceives love, lasting desire."
She stopped and turned around. Even so high above she heard him. "You remember?" she asked moving the hand from her face.
"I am remembering something. You are familiar."
"You cannot deny what you see."
His blinking eyes finally allowed him to be able to see her clearly, "I cannot deny what I feel."
And at that moment intense emotions overwhelmed him. He saw her wipe many tears off her fair face, the face that was so beautiful. He had never seen anything that could compare to her. The locks of the sun's hair of light shined down upon her perfect body cloaked in gray fabric that contrasted against her pure white skin. Her eyes deep and green they sought him out and Jason responded as his own blue eyes lit up, "Yes I remember. I shed my mortal guise to reveal my true self to you my love. I am Jakar of the Sidhe, and you are Yolana, my soulmate."
"Then speak the rest of our oath and be reborn with our love."
"Truth revealed, an intimate moment, our souls rise a bit higher. So fly with passion true in our life where loneliness seeks to dwell. Let the bond we share in our intense heights burn that sorrow into hell."
And that was how Jason was saved from his mundane life into the arms of his real lover. Ah yes, hope gives a reason to admire beauty if we do not possess the second sight. For if you mortals go to the same waterfall you shall only see it rush with more passion and surrounded by many stones. You will not see what is really there. My 'real' eyes see two fae making love for eternity and the rocks that surround them in their union are the souls of their children.
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