Bridging Destinies

Chapter 7: The Fair Folk

Arriving back at the house, Dana parked, and we went inside. I handed him the box and envelope, which he took into the living room, and went into the kitchen to get us both glasses of water. I strolled over to him and handed him a glass of the filtered life giving substance, then sat on the couch as I watched him take a deep drink of the water. He set the glass down, then grabbed the box and opened it, ignoring the envelope for now, as he was already acquainted with the essence of it. His movements were methodical as he reached for the items in the box, going through the contents carefully. I watched the signs as he moved into the paths, his fingers lightly moving over the objects, additional notes, and pictures inside the box. I could see he was deeply engrossed in the weave and knowing that he would be at it for some time, I took a deep drink of my own glass of water and then set the glass between my thighs, leaning my head against the back of the couch. As I did so, my thoughts naturally turned to the recent events and questions circled in my head.

Why did I keep crossing paths with the man, Namjoon? What was the purpose and what did the Mother have in store for us? I could search the paths, myself, I knew, and have some measure of success, but Dana was much more talented in such things than I was. Yet, I wasn't ready to share with him this experience. I wanted to understand it first. And, I knew it was best not to distract him from the mission. It was enough that I was distracted, to some degree.

I moved deep into my thoughts, following the signs of the Mother. I knew that it wasn't always clear what the Mother's intentions were when she decided a path for us, and sometimes it appeared to make no sense at all, but long experience had taught me that there was always a reason. Even if it was simply a lesson she wanted one of her children to learn. It was always with purpose.

Having crossed paths with Namjoon once was a quickly passing pinpoint of time, that truly meant very little to me from the perspective of mind and thought, alone, though the encounter had left an impression on me. But coming to Korea, finding he was a public figure, and crossing paths with him again, even if he was unaware, was equivalent to a note from the Mother. 'Pay attention.' It said, 'This is important. This man is part of your path.'

I repressed a sigh and let the faint sense of irritation pass over and through me, grounding it deeply into the earth. I did not need the distraction of another human in my life. Not with everything that was going on. History, as we knew it, was building up to an intense explosion of chaos and turmoil. The recent events we were now engaged in were just one part of this weave. We all knew that the earth was dying in this cycle, and the great, destructive wave of humanity that pushed history forward was a part of the cycle. Being deeply in touch with the energies of the earth, the moon and all energies inside our galaxy, and even the whisperings beyond, we felt every ache and pain as humans overcrowded the planet and abused her on a constant basis. With the great love I felt for humans, there was also great anger. But I also knew it was part of the cycles of the Earth. I knew she would experience rebirth and other deaths, just as she was experiencing the end of one cycle now with her eventual death, to begin again as a new Earth.

The last time I had entangled deeply with a human, it had taken me decades to heal from it. The human had been a beautiful, achingly, gentle woman and had drawn me in from the moment I saw her.

I had been immediately drawn to Kim Namjoon in similar ways to this woman in my past, but my experience of humans taught me to be cautious, and so I had ignored the initial prick of energy that told me I should take more notice. Because of this, I did not consider him and his group much beyond my safety and amusement at his response to me.

I stood up from the couch, and finished off my water, then stepped outside onto the back porch. I leaned against the railing and closed my eyes, remembering my last enmeshed encounter with a human. The human. The one who had left me in turmoil for so long. Angelica.