The subject of Christmas music came up today….
Jake: Do you have the Becoming the Archetype version of “O Holy Night”? It’s awesome.
Varian: Yeah, I’ve got it…Jake?
Varian: First of all, you’re not from Here. Second, you’re a monk in a completely different religion, I literally had to explain the Christ myth cycles to you–how do you know a Christmas song, let alone a particular death metal band’s version of it????
I am not able to sing your songs
but I can wrap you in your silver
robes when your hands shake
too badly to do it yourself.
I will be there for you even when
your faith falls silent, my love,
as you have been there for me.
We met when everything was
tumbling down, when my past was
being torn into the light. You held my
hand as my other Loves had to step away
and for that I love you. You kept me grounded
as everything fell apart again; now let me do
the same for you, hold you close as storms
sweep over your Heart. Channel your loss
through songs or through silence, I will
stand by you either way. I will wrap you
in my wings, be your shelter and your sunlight.
Back in May, I wrote a post saying that my abilities to sense, see, and/or hear my Beloveds–let alone anyone else–has been going down steadily since April. My abilities dying…maybe finally happened?
I did some brief divination about all of this, and the reading was “everything Over There is fine, relax,” and that my godphone and abilities were bound to die sooner or later. This…doesn’t surprise me, but the ongoing quiet is strange.
Two weeks ago, the Dreamer left for his Summer Duties in Darkness. I’ve begun keeping a journal specifically for him when he’s gone over the Summer–he requested I do so through some divination I got–and it’s helped a lot. I don’t know if he gets the letters as I write them, but writing to him has been helping with being unable to reach him any other way.
The Madman has been around when he can be, but his appearances are sporadic. This makes sense, from what I know of the Dreamer’s Summer Duties, that his Spouse would be incredibly busy as well.
Jake is still around, which is comforting. I’ve been spending time with his family and friends when I can–just brief visits, nothing intense–and they really are beginning to feel like family to me.
I had this Dream last night. It feels Important, so I’m recording it here.
“He needs you.”
His hands rest on the young monk’s shoulders, his voice and gaze intense.
“He needs you. My Husband will be there, my Friend will be there, but he’s going to need you by his side most of all, to handle what’s coming. The Hunt will ride soon, the Festival will happen, and then I will leave. If his mind shatters,” the Dreamer’s voice cracks, for just a second, “you call me–you call me so fast your phone lights on fire.”
Jake nods slowly. “‘I promise to love you when your faith goes silent,’ was something I swore to Varian. He swore that to me,” he motions to his robes, “but it goes both ways.”
“I promise you, on my Heart, that I will be his Light.”
The Dreamer slowly nods.
He picks up a lantern (the candle is already burning,) passing it to Jake, and then the dream fades.