The Phoenix

I have always been fascinated with the Phoinx, and the imagery and symbolism of the great bird, I am sure most of us are famillar with the myth and legend of the great bird of fire. He represents the cycle of death and rebirth. The great bird of flame that dies only to be born again from his ashes into fire once more entnerally. I remeber the day when Phoneix first came to me, it was an honor above all others. Something I could never have imagined or dared to think or dream would happen, but know he is with me always.

Fire had always been one of the weaker elements to me, I baffled me, and evaded me and was elusive to me. I kept my distance from it, perhaps I even knew fear of it, for I did not feel control over it, I did not feel I could comand it. Air was mine, the power of air surged through me, I walked at one with air. I knew air, it was my strongest. I was balanced perfelct with air, its freedom its power, and idendepence spoke to me. And of course I was at ease with water. I moved through water. I felt bliss from water. As a Pisces afterall it would be embrassing if I could not comand water, it was the element that I was born with, it moved through me. I always loved water, before I discovered air water was mine, and then there is earth, earth I was always comftrable with earth. Earth was steady for me, it was reliable, I felt at home in earth. Earth gave me peace. I could sit quietly with Earth and just feel it there, surge through me.

So I was determined I would overcome fire, I would tempt fire, I would make fire my own. I began my relationship with, to get to know fire intimately to become close to fire. My efforts would pay off, for I learned how to dance with fire, and there was much in common I had with fire, in fact my spirit was probaly more fire then the others. The day came when I could look at fire and say. Fire, I know you, I am you, you are me, we are one.

It was after fire became mine that the Phoenix revealed itself to me apprently pleased with my acomplishments with fire. He choose me to be his master, to comand, he bound his spirit to mine, and is ever with me, waiting, to do my bidding to fly at my comand. I can feel his presence, he has become my famillar, my guide, my elemental. He lives within my aura and I can wear his wings.

3:48 PM - 2/16/2007 - post comment

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