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Beyond the open places, deep within the densely forested mountains there is said to be a lake of dazzling blue, sheer plummeting rock faces and phantom isles . . . known by the natives for its sacred purity and power . . . a place where heaven met earth and joined . . . and where my story begins . . . The vision kept returning . . . seemingly compelling me to seek out its sources. I'd heard of the legend of the lake. Somehow there seemed to be a connection, a calling, one which longed to be fulfilled, as if predestined. I'd already spent much effort trying to locate the legendary lake,but all had failed. After more exhaustive attempts I finally gave up. Years passed, the images faded, then altogether ceased, I'd supposed aberrations of an overactive imagination. Then one evening while relaxing, the re-occurred, but with even greater intensity. I tried to relinquish them but to no avail. With hope of resolving this anomaly once and for all, I decided to try a diferent approach and let go of my rational attempts simply passing the helm to my intuitive faculties, "go with the flow" and wait and see what happened. In time the vision returned. Paying particular attention to its content and any esoteric messages implied, I meditated deeply, hopped in my trusty jeep and headed for the hills with only faith as my guide. After spending most of the weekend on just about every back road I could find on the map, I was, to say the least, becoming frustrated. I told myself I'd try one more road I happened to run into then head for home. As I traveled the "road" which was really more like a trail, I noticed an old cabin - ancient would be a better word - up ahead. Stopping, I noticed an old man walking towards me. Listening to me courteously, relieved (most people thought I was a nut, an anthropologist or both.) I told him of the legend and briefly of my dream. He simply nodded, then pointed and said, "Follow the blue in the Grayjay!" Then he turned abruptly and disappeared. What that could mean I didn't know. Was there even such a bird, and where had the man gone? Finding the path he'd pointed out, I figured, "How could I go wrong, as long as there is a path? Perhaps I'd stumble on some clues to the riddle of the Jay along the way. |
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From the Harbors of Light Collection: Inspirational writings, short stories, literature, |
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