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flar7
August 11th, 2001, 01:05 AM
The Dreamer
Seeker child asked, “Tell me again Grandfather, tell me

about the dreamer.” Grandfather smiled and laid down his pipe.


“In the beginning the Creator was lonely, for he was

the only being in the Great void. So from his essence he created

two sons, Day and Night. For awhile he and his sons were very

happy, but then it occurred to him that if he created more

company it would make them even happier. This would be his

greatest creation, but it would contain everything and need

constant watching over. He would be busy protecting his

creation and making sure his two sons behaved themselves, so

he made his third son, Zan, out of the gladdest portion of his

heart. The Creator then told Zan to create his own worlds and to

fill them with diverse life, shapes and sounds.”

Grandfather took a puff from his pipe and

continued, “Zan created worlds and beings with enthusiasm and

joy, but in his haste he created the female form, Mother Earth,

who then created other people on her own. Now these beings

could create on their own, and this caused much curiosity among

his brothers and his father. They had never seen so graceful a

form as the earth, and they were enthralled. As they

approached, she reached out and grabbed Zan, swallowing him

whole.” Grandfather roared as he leaned over to grab at seeker

child startling her.

“Father was enraged and asked why she had done

this. Her reply was that she loved Zan greatly and wanted him

on earth with her. Day and Night fled into the heavens to escape

her reach in case she so desired them.”

“Is that why day and night are over us?” asked seeker

as she squirmed into her sleeping furs.

“Yes, my child, now sit still while I continue,” whispered

Grandfather.

“Now Zan was more powerful than Mother Earth, but if

he escaped he would destroy earth and all on it in doing so.”

Grandfather looked down lovingly at seeker child and continued

on. “Zan, being wise as well as kind, refused to destroy earth,

so he went to sleep to think of ways out of his predicament.

While sleeping, he would manifest himself on the world as a

mortal to live and learn with others. In his early forms he was

hailed as a god or demi-god because he never aged and passed

on to new forms without death.

“Now Creator missed his son and wanted him to

awaken and return to him, so he came up with a plan. He would

send death, the charioteer, to slay Zan’s mortal form, hoping

that the shock would cause Zan to awaken.” Grandfather

paused to throw more wood on the fire as a chill wind blew down

into the dwelling.

“When Zan died as a mortal, be began to wake up

causing great pain and suffering for earth. As earth suffered, she

cried and flooded her surface with her tears. Zan felt the pain of

the world and forced himself back to sleep again, soothing the

injured earth.” Taking a draw from his pipe, he looked over his

shoulder as if seeing a specter, then continued with his tale.

“He then realized from that moment on he must choose

his mortal forms with care because death was looking for him,

and each death may force him to awaken and destroy the

world. Each time he died as a mortal, the earth underwent

tremendous upheaval such as earthquakes, storms, and all other

manner of natural disaster. As he slept, he whispered to Mother

Earth, ‘I will not awaken, until I can do so without losing you.’”

“So he sleeps to protect us?” asked the seeker child

while rubbing her eyes to fend off sleep.

“Yes. Because he was made of love, he will never

intentionally hurt his creation and those he would call his

people,” answered the Grandfather.

“Can we ever see or help him?” wondered the child.

“He may walk among us even now, but yes, upon

occasion mortals have aided him in his quest,” replied

Grandfather.

“Please Grandfather, tell me about one of them,”

wheedled seeker child.

Grandfather again set down his pipe and began to

speak. “Now the time had come for Zan to again enter the world

as a mortal, but death being ever watchful, saw him begin to

enter and attacked with his chariot. Zan felt the presence of

death and tried to halt his birth, but only managed to hold back a

portion of his being, hope. The chariot brushed him as it passed,

but because hope stayed behind, he was weakened with a

sickness that would one day slay him, instead of being slain

instantly.” Wiping at his eyes, Grandfather took down the

dreamcatcher that hung above the child’s bed. Running his

hands over it lovingly he stared into the fire and with a low

whisper resumed the story.

“Two mortal years passed and his parents had another

child, Akina, who possessed all of Zan’s hope and a portion of his

sickness. With the birth of his sister, Zan rallied and fended off

death for a time.”

“So the birth of his sister, Akina, saved him?” queried

the seeker child while she watched the old man caress her

favorite possession he had made for her.

“Most definitely. Now hush; there is more to this tale,”

whispered Grandfather while taking another draw on his pipe

and hanging up the catcher.

“Akina became the light of his life and that of everyone

else’s. She was small, sprite-like, and full of joy and bravery, a

lot like you actually. Akina could also recognize the hidden spirit

or true self of Zan and sought way to help and advise him.

Whenever the charioteer would approach to spur on his illness,

Akina would step into the path of the chariot and take the lashes

herself. Akina and Zan weren’t alone in facing this menace,

because their parents had enlisted the aid of a powerful medicine

man.”

“Like you Grandfather?”

“Yes, like me,” he smiled, “This medicine man, Remak,

would take and gather powerful herbs for them to ingest. He

would even take small amounts of their blood to use in

misleading the charioteer. Finally the day came when the

charioteer would not be denied, and he came for Zan. Akina, to

her eternal honor, attacked and diverted the chariot, thus giving

her life for Zan. As her essence ascended and joined the

Creator, Zan became despondent and inconsolable, for now he

was without hope.”

“Don’t cry Grandfather. I’m sure it will all work out,”

pleaded the child.

“Hush! I am the one telling this tale, and it was just

the smoke.” He said, again reaching for his bag to reload his

pipe.

“Zan weakened and would soon be unable to ward off

the charioteer when he came again had not Remak given him the

great medicine of the pipe to ward off death. This pipe hid the

essence of Zan from death, but this alone would not have been

sufficient had it not been for Akina. After her death, she took

hope with her and pleaded with the Father Creator to return

Zan’s hope to him. The Creator was saddened by the way his

plans had turned, and promised Akina that he would return hope

to Zan, but that he could not call off death for that is the destiny

of all things mortal. Until then he sent his messengers, in animal

form, to be with Zan, and to tell him that hope would return in

the form of his lost sister Akina. The animal spirits told him to be

ever watchful for she would return in the same manner as all mortals.

“Did the animals really talk to him?” the child asked as

she made shadow rabbits and dogs on the wall with her hands.

“All of nature talks, you have but to listen.”

“I thought I heard a crow talk to me today!” seeker

child exclaimed with a surprised expression that turned into a

yawn.

“You are getting tired, maybe we should continue this

later.”

“I’m awake! I’m awake! Puleeeease finish the story!” she

squeaked with her eyes blinking furiously.

“Okay, okay, now where was I?” Grandfather mumbled

while scratching his chin. “Oh! The return of Akina. Now Zan

was in a hurry and searched high and low for this supposed

return of Akina, and in his search he found Tika, a lovely maid,

whom he made his wife.” Grandfather stood to ease his tired

muscles. A smile crept into the lines of his face. The old man

continued with the story as he banked the fire,

“It seemed that Zan had found happiness, so Creator

waited to send Akina back until a more appropriate time. After

many years Zan realized that this was not the form of his hope

that he sought and finally understood that Creator meant

something else by his messenges. Tika sensed that something

was now missing and would never return. Being unhappy with

this and unable to find a solution, Tika left Zan and struck out on

her own. Zan was devastated by this new loss and would have

given up had it not been for the coyote, that Creator sent to

console him.”

“Coyote told him that he was looking in the wrong

places and for the wrong things. Coyote said, ‘Zan, Father

Creator has told me that he will send Akina back to you like any

other mortal, as a pup, er… baby.’ And to this very day, they say

that Zan, the Dreamer, watches and waits for his lost sister,”

Grandfather finished as he tucked in the sleeping seeker child

and picked up his pipe. “Sleep my little one. Tomorrow will wait

for you, so rest now my little Akina.”








sorry couldnt get it to attach in an easier format to read... any suggestions mol?

Amethyst Rose
August 11th, 2001, 02:37 PM
This is good, just needs a little polishing. :) What culture is this a myth from, again?

loopy
August 11th, 2001, 03:08 PM
Originally posted by flar7
sorry couldnt get it to attach in an easier format to read... any suggestions mol?

I don't know about attachments, but IMO, you might want to add spaces between paragraphs. Just to make it a little easier to read. :)

flar7
August 11th, 2001, 04:09 PM
Well, it started out as an assignment to create your own myth and incorporate your life into it somehow. I gave it a Native American feel because it seemed to fit it. I increased dialogue and details so that it would qualify for a creative writing story.
I think that it is on the 4th overall draft.

As fas as being difficult to read because of spacing, well...
I didnt want to type it directly on to the site, so I typed it as word and tried to attach. That didnt work, so I cut and pasted it on to site. It was double spaced when I did this but it didnt paste that way for some reason.???

flar7
August 11th, 2001, 04:20 PM
ok, I hope this is easier to read. Please feel free to offer any opinions, advice, insights or feelings. Without criticisizm(sp?) art cannot grow, and the same is true for literature.

Amethyst Rose
August 11th, 2001, 11:49 PM
I'm interested in how your life is incorporated into the story.... is it completely fiction, or based on other myths?
I guess what I'm saying is that if this is completly made up by you then it is very well done, because I can't tell if it actually has some historical/mytholigical base to it or not. :) If I were to hazard a guess I would say that it is a real creation story.

flar7
August 12th, 2001, 01:46 AM
It is all created by me, based on my life. But, I studied mythology, and almost all myths have many overlapping Ideas.
Especially cycles of birth, growth, death, and rebirth. They usually have a concept of good vs. evil, although not as much in the Native American stories, and hardly any in African mythos.(In fact, I have not discovered an evil deity in African mythos, very surprising! because all other myths have one in one form or another.)

Ok, relevant points;

1. Zan represents me.
2. I have CF
3. My sister had it also, she died at 18.
4. was married for 9 years about, then divorced.
5. Have great Doctor. (ask Semele)
6. Zan and grandfather are same, and represent me in the future.
7. Earth mother is mother, in a way.
8. Waking up equals death or passing on, this is to be avoided as it will pain the mother.

I have a poem about the charioteer out there somewhere, I like it alot!

Amethyst Rose
August 12th, 2001, 02:26 AM
Wow! What a neat idea. I can imagine that with a bit of an introduction, explaining the concept, we could publish this....

Semele
August 12th, 2001, 09:12 AM
Allright Flar7, I guess I can forgive you for making me miss a little well-deserved sleep to read this!!! It was well worth it!! Before I even read your description of how it fits into your life I figured a couple of things out. I knew instantly who the Hope was!! However, I thought Grandpa was your GREAT Doc!!! Of course we would never catch him smoking a pipe now would we?!?!?!?

Excellent story hun!!! I can't thank you enough for sharing it with us. Also, I am so gald you joined our little community!!! You are a real ass-et (lol...I can't spell!!!);)

I better get to sleep soon! I can't wait to tell Michelle about this story!!!

Hey btw when do you get more lab done? Just wondering if you will be coming back to see us soon...of course I don't want you to be sick or anything!! Hey here's an idea...you could actually venture in to the big city when your not sick sometime!! What an idea!!!

flar7
August 12th, 2001, 04:26 PM
But the big city is so scary????

flar7
September 16th, 2001, 12:53 AM
or burp as Ill. would say. Again, quicker for the referencing am doin on Charioteer idea. School assignments.

flar7
April 1st, 2002, 05:28 AM
buttbump. for easier find.

Dancin Girl
April 1st, 2002, 06:16 AM
Thank you for bumping this up, and for sharing it! It's excellent, moving, inspiring, and all of those wonderous emotional feelings that take my own words away!!

Old Witch
April 10th, 2002, 11:40 PM
I explored and look what I discovered!!!!! Great story!!!!!

flar7
April 11th, 2002, 12:57 AM
I went through last night digging up stories and poems to put on
disc.:D

Flaire-FireStar
April 11th, 2002, 01:51 AM
OMG.... That's a great story Flar...:nonono: :thumbsup:

flar7
April 11th, 2002, 03:24 AM
thanx, I am gonna bump up a few others I have here!;)

Flar's Freyja
April 14th, 2002, 02:45 AM
Originally posted by flar7
It is all created by me, based on my life. Ok, relevant points;

1. Zan represents me.
2. I have CF
3. My sister had it also, she died at 18.
4. was married for 9 years about, then divorced.
5. Have great Doctor. (ask Semele)
6. Zan and grandfather are same, and represent me in the future.
7. Earth mother is mother, in a way.
8. Waking up equals death or passing on, this is to be avoided as it will pain the mother.


I was able to pick up on all of this. It's a beautiful story. What really comes through is how much you love your sister and what an amazingly beautiful creature she must have been.

Must run in your family.

flar7
April 14th, 2002, 04:53 PM
thanx;)

Flar's Freyja
April 17th, 2002, 05:41 PM
I'm still so impressed by this one that I think it needs to be bumped again.

*~*Chary*~*
April 28th, 2002, 06:44 PM
BUMP ... amazing

Flar's Freyja
May 7th, 2002, 08:36 PM
Bump

Flar's Freyja
May 14th, 2002, 10:24 AM
Bump

PeleRising
May 14th, 2002, 05:25 PM
A truly beautiful story... thank you for sharing it!!!

Flar's Freyja
June 8th, 2002, 01:22 AM
Bump

Evangie
June 8th, 2002, 12:19 PM
wow. I am in awe. (kneeling and bowing)
Beautiful doesn't begin to describe...
What talent you possess!
Thank you for sharing.

Altheia says that words can't adequatley describe the talent that you have. It's absolutley wonderful and inspiring. Thank you so much for sharing that with everyone. I am very appreciative of people like you. There aren't enough people like you in the world.
(':)')

flar7
June 8th, 2002, 06:52 PM
now I am blushing! Thanks.

*~*Chary*~*
June 9th, 2002, 04:00 PM
it was gr8

Flar's Freyja
September 6th, 2002, 11:16 AM
Bump

Flar's Freyja
January 3rd, 2003, 02:16 PM
Bump

Stacy
January 3rd, 2003, 02:28 PM
What a beautiful story.. :)

:sunny:

flar7
January 5th, 2003, 04:04 AM
thank you. was nice seeing this story again.

WynterWynd
January 6th, 2003, 02:53 AM
Waht a beautiful story Flar! Thanks for sharing it!;)

Flar's Freyja
December 19th, 2004, 02:29 PM
1

Bumping my favorite story.

HuntinOwl
December 19th, 2004, 08:46 PM
Sorry about that Freyja:( That was my bad.

I really did like the story:)

Flar's Freyja
December 19th, 2004, 08:58 PM
Sorry about that Freyja:( That was my bad.

I really did like the story:)

No problem - in thinking about it after I posted, I thought you may have meant it was a downer - the story's a bit of a bummer - even the thread title says so :lol:

No worries! :hugz:

Flar's Freyja
May 25th, 2005, 03:53 AM
bump


The Dreamer
Seeker child asked, “Tell me again Grandfather, tell me

about the dreamer.” Grandfather smiled and laid down his pipe.


“In the beginning the Creator was lonely, for he was

the only being in the Great void. So from his essence he created

two sons, Day and Night. For awhile he and his sons were very

happy, but then it occurred to him that if he created more

company it would make them even happier. This would be his

greatest creation, but it would contain everything and need

constant watching over. He would be busy protecting his

creation and making sure his two sons behaved themselves, so

he made his third son, Zan, out of the gladdest portion of his

heart. The Creator then told Zan to create his own worlds and to

fill them with diverse life, shapes and sounds.”

Grandfather took a puff from his pipe and

continued, “Zan created worlds and beings with enthusiasm and

joy, but in his haste he created the female form, Mother Earth,

who then created other people on her own. Now these beings

could create on their own, and this caused much curiosity among

his brothers and his father. They had never seen so graceful a

form as the earth, and they were enthralled. As they

approached, she reached out and grabbed Zan, swallowing him

whole.” Grandfather roared as he leaned over to grab at seeker

child startling her.

“Father was enraged and asked why she had done

this. Her reply was that she loved Zan greatly and wanted him

on earth with her. Day and Night fled into the heavens to escape

her reach in case she so desired them.”

“Is that why day and night are over us?” asked seeker

as she squirmed into her sleeping furs.

“Yes, my child, now sit still while I continue,” whispered

Grandfather.

“Now Zan was more powerful than Mother Earth, but if

he escaped he would destroy earth and all on it in doing so.”

Grandfather looked down lovingly at seeker child and continued

on. “Zan, being wise as well as kind, refused to destroy earth,

so he went to sleep to think of ways out of his predicament.

While sleeping, he would manifest himself on the world as a

mortal to live and learn with others. In his early forms he was

hailed as a god or demi-god because he never aged and passed

on to new forms without death.

“Now Creator missed his son and wanted him to

awaken and return to him, so he came up with a plan. He would

send death, the charioteer, to slay Zan’s mortal form, hoping

that the shock would cause Zan to awaken.” Grandfather

paused to throw more wood on the fire as a chill wind blew down

into the dwelling.

“When Zan died as a mortal, be began to wake up

causing great pain and suffering for earth. As earth suffered, she

cried and flooded her surface with her tears. Zan felt the pain of

the world and forced himself back to sleep again, soothing the

injured earth.” Taking a draw from his pipe, he looked over his

shoulder as if seeing a specter, then continued with his tale.

“He then realized from that moment on he must choose

his mortal forms with care because death was looking for him,

and each death may force him to awaken and destroy the

world. Each time he died as a mortal, the earth underwent

tremendous upheaval such as earthquakes, storms, and all other

manner of natural disaster. As he slept, he whispered to Mother

Earth, ‘I will not awaken, until I can do so without losing you.’”

“So he sleeps to protect us?” asked the seeker child

while rubbing her eyes to fend off sleep.

“Yes. Because he was made of love, he will never

intentionally hurt his creation and those he would call his

people,” answered the Grandfather.

“Can we ever see or help him?” wondered the child.

“He may walk among us even now, but yes, upon

occasion mortals have aided him in his quest,” replied

Grandfather.

“Please Grandfather, tell me about one of them,”

wheedled seeker child.

Grandfather again set down his pipe and began to

speak. “Now the time had come for Zan to again enter the world

as a mortal, but death being ever watchful, saw him begin to

enter and attacked with his chariot. Zan felt the presence of

death and tried to halt his birth, but only managed to hold back a

portion of his being, hope. The chariot brushed him as it passed,

but because hope stayed behind, he was weakened with a

sickness that would one day slay him, instead of being slain

instantly.” Wiping at his eyes, Grandfather took down the

dreamcatcher that hung above the child’s bed. Running his

hands over it lovingly he stared into the fire and with a low

whisper resumed the story.

“Two mortal years passed and his parents had another

child, Akina, who possessed all of Zan’s hope and a portion of his

sickness. With the birth of his sister, Zan rallied and fended off

death for a time.”

“So the birth of his sister, Akina, saved him?” queried

the seeker child while she watched the old man caress her

favorite possession he had made for her.

“Most definitely. Now hush; there is more to this tale,”

whispered Grandfather while taking another draw on his pipe

and hanging up the catcher.

“Akina became the light of his life and that of everyone

else’s. She was small, sprite-like, and full of joy and bravery, a

lot like you actually. Akina could also recognize the hidden spirit

or true self of Zan and sought way to help and advise him.

Whenever the charioteer would approach to spur on his illness,

Akina would step into the path of the chariot and take the lashes

herself. Akina and Zan weren’t alone in facing this menace,

because their parents had enlisted the aid of a powerful medicine

man.”

“Like you Grandfather?”

“Yes, like me,” he smiled, “This medicine man, Remak,

would take and gather powerful herbs for them to ingest. He

would even take small amounts of their blood to use in

misleading the charioteer. Finally the day came when the

charioteer would not be denied, and he came for Zan. Akina, to

her eternal honor, attacked and diverted the chariot, thus giving

her life for Zan. As her essence ascended and joined the

Creator, Zan became despondent and inconsolable, for now he

was without hope.”

“Don’t cry Grandfather. I’m sure it will all work out,”

pleaded the child.

“Hush! I am the one telling this tale, and it was just

the smoke.” He said, again reaching for his bag to reload his

pipe.

“Zan weakened and would soon be unable to ward off

the charioteer when he came again had not Remak given him the

great medicine of the pipe to ward off death. This pipe hid the

essence of Zan from death, but this alone would not have been

sufficient had it not been for Akina. After her death, she took

hope with her and pleaded with the Father Creator to return

Zan’s hope to him. The Creator was saddened by the way his

plans had turned, and promised Akina that he would return hope

to Zan, but that he could not call off death for that is the destiny

of all things mortal. Until then he sent his messengers, in animal

form, to be with Zan, and to tell him that hope would return in

the form of his lost sister Akina. The animal spirits told him to be

ever watchful for she would return in the same manner as all mortals.

“Did the animals really talk to him?” the child asked as

she made shadow rabbits and dogs on the wall with her hands.

“All of nature talks, you have but to listen.”

“I thought I heard a crow talk to me today!” seeker

child exclaimed with a surprised expression that turned into a

yawn.

“You are getting tired, maybe we should continue this

later.”

“I’m awake! I’m awake! Puleeeease finish the story!” she

squeaked with her eyes blinking furiously.

“Okay, okay, now where was I?” Grandfather mumbled

while scratching his chin. “Oh! The return of Akina. Now Zan

was in a hurry and searched high and low for this supposed

return of Akina, and in his search he found Tika, a lovely maid,

whom he made his wife.” Grandfather stood to ease his tired

muscles. A smile crept into the lines of his face. The old man

continued with the story as he banked the fire,

“It seemed that Zan had found happiness, so Creator

waited to send Akina back until a more appropriate time. After

many years Zan realized that this was not the form of his hope

that he sought and finally understood that Creator meant

something else by his messenges. Tika sensed that something

was now missing and would never return. Being unhappy with

this and unable to find a solution, Tika left Zan and struck out on

her own. Zan was devastated by this new loss and would have

given up had it not been for the coyote, that Creator sent to

console him.”

“Coyote told him that he was looking in the wrong

places and for the wrong things. Coyote said, ‘Zan, Father

Creator has told me that he will send Akina back to you like any

other mortal, as a pup, er… baby.’ And to this very day, they say

that Zan, the Dreamer, watches and waits for his lost sister,”

Grandfather finished as he tucked in the sleeping seeker child

and picked up his pipe. “Sleep my little one. Tomorrow will wait

for you, so rest now my little Akina.”








sorry couldnt get it to attach in an easier format to read... any suggestions mol?

Flar's Freyja
June 26th, 2005, 02:15 AM
It is all created by me, based on my life. But, I studied mythology, and almost all myths have many overlapping Ideas.
Especially cycles of birth, growth, death, and rebirth. They usually have a concept of good vs. evil, although not as much in the Native American stories, and hardly any in African mythos.(In fact, I have not discovered an evil deity in African mythos, very surprising! because all other myths have one in one form or another.)

Ok, relevant points;

1. Zan represents me.
2. I have CF
3. My sister had it also, she died at 18.
4. was married for 9 years about, then divorced.
5. Have great Doctor. (ask Semele)
6. Zan and grandfather are same, and represent me in the future.
7. Earth mother is mother, in a way.
8. Waking up equals death or passing on, this is to be avoided as it will pain the mother.

I have a poem about the charioteer out there somewhere, I like it alot!

Bumping it so that I can write about it on Bella.......

Earthy
June 26th, 2005, 03:14 AM
That was beautiful :)

Flar's Freyja
June 26th, 2005, 08:50 PM
A Tribute To A Great Dreamer (http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art33051.asp)

Jenne
June 26th, 2005, 09:08 PM
Awesome tribute, Frey!:clapping: