Heavy Energy from I by Herb Lore
In a time distant, the Sorcerer steadily approached the idle man, her footsteps dampened by the sand and sedge. It was some time before he noticed her, his forlorn eyes heavy, a cloud on the verge of releasing its flood. Slowly, he turned his gaze back to the sea. "You are a man troubled, that I can tell, but also a man proud. So proud that you will not spill your turmoil aloud". She stopped and whistled - a song of wind from another place. Before long, three beautiful deer stood in front of the pair. They had gilded antlers, dark fur, and wise eyes.
"I am the spirit of Reason", the first deer spoke. "I am the spirit of Hope", stated the second. "And I am the spirit of Forgiveness", barked the third.
"In a moment, each spirit will flee. You may follow only one and receive the gift of only one." Again, he stared at her with his heavy eyes before returning his attention to the creatures.
"Very well", she whistled and each deer flew in a different direction. One towards the sea, one towards the woods, and one towards the munro; all speeding towards God. But as the deer got further away, the man remained seated staring into the gentle breakers.
The deer were soon out of sight and still the man sat. "You reject my gifts?" sneered the Sorcerer, her venom eyes piercing his being. For the final time, he averted his gaze from the sea.
"Dearest Sorcerer, please take no offense for you are correct in your assumptions. Yes, I am troubled. The tempest inside brews and I feel unable to speak of it. What I would do for Reason, Hope, & Forgiveness, well I can't begin to imagine, but I don't want them here. For if I chase Reason into the vile sea, I'll be reminded of my wrack and the souls lost. If I stumble towards the woods, willing Hope into my being, I'll encounter the memory of my Beloved who lost her way in a wood not unlike this one. And if I climb the munro, well, I just lack the will to Forgive myself. I will stay seated and wait for the Moon to pull the waves toward me".
For a long while they were silent and only a slight breeze and the waves could be heard. At last she produced a satchel and a small wooden pipe which she hastily packed with a sweet & pungent herb.
"Then I offer Relief", she whispered handing him the pipe, glowing in the soft misty air. He closed his eyes and imbibed deeply. The smoke permeated his essence. His eyes slowly opened as he laid backwards. The sky, now dark, hosted a myriad of stars. Sea and wind ceased to exist while he traced the Rangifer.
