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Маг- штормовой дракон



Long ago, there was a
boy named Wu who lived with his father and grandmother on a farm. Wu was a
quiet child who would often walk to the garden gate and fall into daydreaming.
One day, as he was gaz­ing across the plain, an elegant youth in flowing yellow
garments rode toward him on a brilliant white horse. As he dismounted in front
of the gate, an accompanying servant held out an umbrella to shield the youth
from the sun." Wu, son of Yin, we are in need of rest. May we enter your
father's home>" the youth asked.


Wu bowed and led the youth and his entourage
through the courtyard. The visitor was greeted with refreshments and conversa­tion.
Wu sat quietly and watched as the youth and his father talked. After several
hours, the visitor stood up and thanked Yin for his hos­pitality before
returning to the gate. As the youth mounted his horse, he turned to Wu and
said, "I will see you again soon." He then gal­loped away
majestically into the haze of the setting sun. Wu returned and saw a puzzled
look on his father's face.


"How could that stranger have known my
name?" asked his father. "Wu, did you see anything out of the
ordinary?"


"His clothes had no seams," said
Wu, "and his horse had five spots and scaly skin. And the rider and his
mount never touched the ground."


Yin's
eyes grew wide. "We've been visited by spirits!"


"Yes, Father," agreed Wu.
"They galloped westward and rode up into large clouds gathering in the
sky."


Yin and Wu went to wise Grandmother and told
her what they saw. Grandmother nodded. "Ah yes, that was a dragon spirit.
The youth wearing yellow is a great thunder dragon. Is there anything else you
saw, Wu>" Grandmother asked.


"Yes, one of the servants held the
umbrella upside down as he was leaving our garden."


"This is a good sign," said
Grandmother assuredly "The dragon is to unleash a great storm, and perhaps
we will be spared harm." Grandmother then retired to bed.


Just then a great howl pierced through the
thickening air. Yin and Wu decided to stay awake as an ominous gale whooshed
nearby. The storm grew fiercer as rivers spilled over their banks and inundated
the villages with lethal force.


"We should have escaped to the safety of
the mountain while we had a chance," lamented his father.


Wu looked out the window and saw a dragon
flying over their house. "Look, Father," Wu cried. "I see the
dragon!"


As they peered up at the sky, they noticed
that the torrential rain could be seen all around the perimeter of their farm,
but none of the raindrops hit their roof. The dragon was protecting them with
its great hood.


At last, the storm subsided, and the
villagers grieved their losses. The only home unscathed was that of the farmer Yin.
The next day, the youth returned, only this time he did not pass through the
gate.


He
plucked a scale from the horse's neck and handed it to Wu. "I've returned
as I said I would. Keep this scale, and do not forget me."


Wu
nodded and watched the youth vanish into the distance. Wu placed the scale in a
wooden box and showed it to his grandmother. "It won't be long until the
emperor sends for you," she observed wisely.


And
Grandmother was right. Word of the miraculous events sur­rounding the
devastating storm reached the ears of the emperor. Wu was accompanied to the
palace by the emperor's courtiers. There, he told the emperor of his exchanges
with the yellow thunder dragon. He took out his wooden box, lifted the lid, and
illuminated the room with the brilliant dragon scale. The emperor, feeling that
the dragon had endowed the boy with special powers, designated him as the
palace magician. As magician, the boy made accurate predictions for years and
helped keep everyone safer in the kingdom. He lived a happy life and never
forgot the youth-dragon who had given him a special gift.





Symbols
and Meaning


The contents of the golden box are the key to
accessing hidden pow­ers. The dragons in the air reflect mental strength and
potentiality; they are knowledgeable creatures and can serve as guides and
teach­ers. The luminescence sweeping out of the box mimics cosmic energy,
reminding us that the use of magic requires discipline and focus. The boy wears
an orange shirt, representing fire and enthusiasm, both attributes that will
serve him well on his quest for knowledge.





Start
building your visionary powers as a means of influencing poten­tial energies.
You have the opportunity to start tapping into inner resources that will enable
you to travel deeper into the realm of unconscious mysteries.

Верховная жрица- Озерная дева

TRADITIONAL: The High Priestess
STORY: The Lake Maiden
CULTURE: Welsh

KEYWORDS: Intuition Secrets Mysteries
Long Ago, in the Hills of South Wales,there lived the Shepherd of
Myddvai. Every day, he would take his lambs to pasture by the shores of Lake Llyn y Van Vach. It was a peaceful place that lent itself to day¬dreaming. One day, as he rested by a tree, eating bread, he saw three beautiful maidens rise up from the waters. They walked to the banks and moved through the flock of lambs. The shepherd sat transfixed as one of the enchanting maidens approached him. He rubbed his eyes but found her standing before him when he reopened them. Finally, not knowing what to do, he held up a piece of bread to her. She took a cautious bite and sang, "Thy bread is too hard. Catch me if thou can."
Before the shepherd could profess his desires for her, she smiled sweetly and quietly slipped back to the lake. The encounter cap¬tivated the young man; he wanted to marry the mysterious beauty. So the next day, he returned to the tree with bread he had baked for half the time, in hopes of winning her over with his efforts. The maiden revisited the shepherd, who promptly handed her a piece of the freshly baked loaf. She tasted it and sang, "Thy bread is too soft. Catch me if thou can."
The next day, the defeated shepherd came to the pasture empty-handed: he was unable to bake the perfect bread for the maiden. He was wandering listlessly along the shoreline when he found a piece of bread floating near a lily pad. When the maiden returned, he gently held out the water-soaked offering to her. She smiled at the shepherd, never taking her eyes off of him as she savored the morsel.
"This is the perfect bread for me. Now I can be a wife for thee."
She agreed to marry him on the condition that he was not to strike her three times. She then summoned her fairy cows and oxen to follow them home. Many happy years passed, and the shepherd and the lake maiden were blessed with three children. But one day, while the lake maiden was preparing horses for a ride into town, her husband absentmindedly tapped her on the shoulder. The lake maiden sighed and said, "That is one strike. You must be more careful in the future."
Then came a time when the maiden and her husband attended a wedding that moved the maiden to tears. When her husband tapped her on the shoulder to find out what the source of her sadness was, she lowered her head and whispered, "My tears were those of great joy and love. That is now two strikes. You must be more careful in the future."
Later, while the couple attended a funeral, the lake maiden broke into laughter. This so disturbed her husband that he grabbed her in haste. Her face fell as she spoke: "I expressed mirth knowing that this individual's troubles are now over. But now your troubles are about to begin."
And without another word, she receded from his view She went to the home they had blissfully shared, took her fairy cows and oxen, and returned to the lake. The husband never saw his wife again. He spent the remainder of his years lost in sorrow. But their children returned to the pasture by Lake Llyn y Van Vach in hopes of see¬ing their mother one more time. At last, she came ashore and spoke of her love for them as she instructed them in the magical arts. She showed them all manner of herbs that grew in the moonlit landscape and bestowed her children with great gifts of healing. They eventu¬ally grew up to become the renowned physicians of Myddvai.