The Dark Wizard

Hundreds of years ago, in a snow covered land, there walked a quiet, seemingly happy little family. Among this family were two sisters and their mother. Where their father was seemed unimportant. They were happily walking home. It was dark, late and cold.

I was one of the two sisters. I merrily walked along with my whale whistle. I felt the animal life watching us as we walked. I playfully blew my whale whistle into the piercing silence of the distance. A ways off was a hooded rider. This rider was not like any other rider, for this rider was a dark wizard. This wizard knew the secrets of possessing souls with darkness. He could through his magic destroy and remove all the joy in one’s own soul until they completely forgot that there was anything at all worth living for. This could go on to the extent that the person could even lose their own soul. Their soul could disintegrate into sheer darkness.

This hooded rider was a master of the dark arts. He rode his horse and in the distance he heard the piercing call of my whale whistle. He knew someone was out there, late at night in the dark woods. He knew that even though he could not see them, he could shoot his arrow and it would most definitely pierce one of us for it was made of black magic.

The rider rose his bow and arrow, aimed sharply towards the sound and shot. The arrow flung rapidly through the air piercing every atom with which it touched and hurled itself into my sisters back. She screamed in agony.

Not only was it bad enough that my sister had been shot, but this arrow was made from the darkness and imbued with a substance that would destroy my sister, possibly all the way to her very soul.

My sister was able to remove the arrow and survive, however, the poison slowly rotted within her blood and veins. She forgot that there was any joy in this world. She forgot about love and beauty. I was starting to believe that she was even forgetting she had a soul beyond death. She had lost all hopes and was in the epitome of true darkness.

I forever in that life felt guilty for what I had done. I knew deep down that the only reason that the dark wizard flung his arrow was because in the distance he heard my whale whistle. I spent years in a state of guilt and sorrow.

I was shown, as I awoke from this dream, that it was not in fact my fault that my sister had been plagued by this darkness, for she had already had traces of this within her when she was shot by the arrow. This was why the arrow was able to find her. For we draw to us in this life, that which we are. This is why it is so important to keep our souls pure of darkness. We want to look ever upward towards the light which is the source of everything.

These characters all showed up again in this life for me to overcome this paradigm of self blame, and to transform and transmute the situation.

Our lives are direct re-representations of other lifetimes, in order for us to grow and evolve and become more.