Peter Pan & Wendy - The Story of Divine Union

Time has not been a friend to me. In the last few months I have met people either too early or too late. Time and destiny are interwined for they travel as companions on the same road bring people together and tearing them apart when the lessons and tests are over. I have not been impressed by this thing called Fate. Without knowing, without conscious awareness the "fated" travel the journey called Life up and over mountains of challenges, across deserts of emotional turmoil and swimming across waters of loving bliss. Walking alone on my road full of hope and desire I meet those destined to be my teachers. Family, friend, lover, foe, they all play out different roles for my learning pleasure. Pleasure. What is this? The bliss of my unrealized dreams. To have, to hold from this day forward isn't that what they say? Who will I have? Whose hand will I hold? Time has not been a friend to me.

Tears stream down my face as I reads my lovers words. Are they saying goodbye or saying hello? I cannot tell but time will. His emotions revealed behind masks of pain like his beauty hidden behind veils of forgetfulness. Will he remember? Will have the courage to unveil his past so he can see his future? Time will tell. The bride walks down the aisle veiled in her innocence and desire to love and be loved. She is nervous about meeting her mate or is it her fate? Time will tell.

I cried last night for all of the broken dreams my child's heart had wanted. Never realizing how hard it could be just to be loved and to love without condition or expectation. But what did I expect? Sitting alone on my mountain had been hard. I had climbed Everest thinking that when I reached the top, everything would be clear. But the air at the top of the summit is cloudy unless you bring your own light and clarity. So I sat there waiting for the clouds to part and clarity to come. Clarity had not yet come. Sititng there alone had been empowering. I saw that other mountain tops were empty and that others had not yet dared to climb and reach. The fire in my belly to know, to search, to find, to be had propelled me up the challenging climb. People think I am crazy. They still do. You have to be out of your mind to know. You have to have the mind to know. Mind your business the Lama said to me once. So I did. Busy ness is all I do. Tending my sheep, putting plans into place. I am the master builder. Builder of unrealized dreams. What was my dream? The complexity of my mind would never let me really know this truth clearly. Clarity had not yet come. I sensed the answer was simple but the risk large and I instinctively feared it. I instinctively feared Him. The Green Man. A tiny grasshopper found it way up the mountain and perched on my knee. A grasshopper is a sign of good luck and good fortune but reminds you to take small sure steps forward. "Baby steps" it chirped. "Slow down" he said. Slow down? What did that mean? Did he even know himself? Peter Pan never to grow up and be like them, always trying to prove them wrong, flew at top speed whenever he could for he feared the silence of his own heart. I knew this about him yet I admire his beauty, his speed and agility to fly. Too bad everyone else noticed too. I was not the only one who admired Peter Pan. No one could fly as high as I can except maybe him. I am not really sure he can as he hasnt asked me to fly with him yet. I can only guess. He has flown with others leaving a trail of broken promises and broken hearts behind. Oh, I am a fool! As Peter Pan swooped down, he saw my tears streaming down my face. He stopped. Great! Boys always laugh at girls who cry. I just wanted him to hold me. Gently he reached down and wiped my tears away with the back of his hand. His kindness surprised me. His compassion overwhelmed me. I was glad he was there. In a flash this moment was over. Peter Pan flew away. Typical. Men always leave me when I need them the most. It began to rain. I don't mind getting wet. The rain fell down washing away all of my sins. It was cold and I began to shiver but a fire inside me began to rage. I knew this and feared it. What would happen if I ever lost control of it? No one knew I never lost control of it. This was my secret that I have kept all of these years. It was a curse and a gift that the Magdelene gave me. Who could handle it? Who would be worthy of the power to destroy and heal all at once? The lineage I carry in my soul is great but a heavy responsibility to have. They call it pleasure but it has been my secret pain. I had hoped Peter Pan might be the One to help me and share my secret but he always flies away. Hope floats on the wings of angels. Angels had appeared to me this morning. Three tiny romance angels woke me up from sleep to whisper in my ear "trust Him." "Trust who?" I wondered. I have sensed that Trust is the key to unlocking my secret but I know I have never experienced yet. How sad it was to have lived with such passion and not experienced passion and pleasure together. I trust no one with this knowledge -- except, YOU. Shhh! It's a secret. A secret I long to share with someone. I caught Peter Pan's shadow in the sun as he swooped and dipped and chased the clouds. Peter, Peter...would he ever grow up? The Green Man with his wide smile and carefree attitude. I caught him looking at me before. He pretended not to be interested as all boys do. But I see far. My intuition told me he was trying to figure how I really was. But I knew from the moment I first saw him. And for a second, he knew too. Sadly, Peter's attention and affection had been caught up by Temptation who sits on the other mountain over yonder in another city, in another town. He likes pretty things and was easily distracted. A typical boy! I am not someone easily understood, and carried such a depth that would scare the casual seeker. I do not fear being alone but I know my secret must be revealed and healed and I cannot do that alone. The journey up the mountain is alone but immediately must be shared. Divine union they call it. Union of twin souls. I trust that it will come one day, along with clarity and the One to unlock my secret. "Trust him" the voice said again. Peter's laughter caught my attention and as I looked up into the sky to find him, I saw him in all his glory and beauty. God, he was beautiful. He swooped down and dropped a rose in my lap and smiled as he flew away. "Trust him" the voice said. I did. And we flew. -