The Panther I

She walks, grace herself exemplified, in the dark; two pointed quartz crystals held in each hand between the middle and the forth finger. She is challenged by love, by the out there. She has no concrete goal but to poke into something out there. Her plumage reins high despite the incursions of the warnings...Every step as if on the razor, almost painfully carefully calculated. Proudly swinging side to side like the Mother Toltec taught. Awareness, awareness, awareness awareness recedes. Darkness around, something creeping in the dark, and darkness is the message in itself. Luminous bleaks, sometimes sparks, as though there is a potential for a relief from an ongoing message..

Left foot steps at a forty-five degree angle to the left and the right hand thrusts almost simultaneously in the same directions knuckles up. The high roar flies out of her breast and pierces the darkness together with the thrust. The response from the darkness is more silence, and the increased tension, of the realization that nothing is responding. More sweat running down her forehead, the neck...

She was told that the Spirit of the Panther ancestress would enter her thus making her infinitely stronger, wiser and braver  if she does everything "right". She kept wondering what it all meant. Of course she wanted to be stronger and braver, but wiser?...  No one told her what the "right" thing is, and all that was required was just to enter the sacred grounds, crystals in her hands.

Further, there was an increased noise, not even clear inner or outer, but it seemed to her that somebody was hitting some very deep and big round drum. Intuitively, she started walking towards the noise, but it stopped. She wondered if the map appears only if one is completely silent....

She is young but savvy, naïve but full of strength, fearful but masterful, tall but supportive, clear intention is her most powerful weapon. With it, no darkness is dark enough, no wind can blow her of the path...

"There is only skill", she keeps telling herself, and that feeble thought was the ESSENCE OF PANTHER.. WELCOME TO THE PANTHER TRIBE, the loud voice....within or without?
Where did she hear it before......

.....To be Continued