During the aeon when the celestial dome was still accumulating its heavenly bodies, there lived two souls on Earth destined to shape the eternal dance of cosmic forces.
In a lush, moonlit valley where the rivers ran slow and deep, and belladonna bloomed, Seraphina was born and there she grew. She played her lyre beneath a luminous ancient willow, whose branches caressed the flowing waters and whose roots were tethered to the crystalline structure. Blanketed by this willow, she wove melodies of reflection, intuition, and deep emotion. Her melodic voice carried through the valley, awakening bleary-eyed travelers, freeing them from states of amnesia.
Seraphina’s name was derived from her lineage of seraphim, exalted beings with wings of starlight and fires burning in their belly. And though it is not commonly known, a seraphim once took the form of a great willow by a river, set alight by white fire that burned without being consumed. It was there that Seraphina played, her music soft yet profound, stirring echoes of dreams and wisdom long forgotten. The critters of the valley were pulled to her like a moth to a flame, predators and pray settling by her feet and around the river bank, for her subtle song brought harmony to confusion, repose to strain.
High above, in the sunlit peaks, where lightning struck and the air crackled with energy and possibility, Aurelian was raised. Aurelian, a boy with hair golden as the pyramids of Ra, leaped from peak to peak with his brethren, the golden rams. It was through this active dexterity that he mastered the art of archery. He wielded a bow and arrow with such focus, intention, and momentum that his mere presence inspired those who’s path he crossed to strive towards fulfilling their soul’s purpose.
Aurelian’s name was derived from the alchemical laboratories who sought to transform lead into aurum - gold. For if such transmutation could be achieved within the material realm, so could it free the soul from the shackles of form. Like the alchemists of old, Aurelian worked with the prima materia, though his were better known as focus, intention, and surrender. It was because of these three qualities that his arrows flew true, carving pathways of focus and intention, launched with a surrendered precision.
One evening, as the sun and moon briefly hung together in the celestial vault, Seraphina’s melodies were lifted up by the west wind of Zephyrus, toward the golden peaks, catching Aurelian’s attention. Drawn by the haunting beauty of her song, he descended from the heights that had raised him, bow slung across his back, to the the depths of the valley where shadow blanketed form.
As he descended, Seraphina paused her playing sensing a presence unlike any she had yet known. A snapping of sticks and rustling of leaves ensued, and through the thick foliage, a boy of golden hair emerged. As their eyes met, their heads tilted. Though neither had ever seen the other, an unmistakable thread of fate hung suspended between them.
Curious, Aurelian asked, “What is it that you play?”
“The song of the rivers,” Seraphina replied. “It sings of where they have been, winding through the ages.”
“And what of where they are going?” Aurelian asked, unslinging his bow. “For that, you need an arrow to point the way.”
Intrigued by one another’s instruments, they settled down, knee to knee, exchanging their tools. Upon feeling the weight of the bow and arrow in her hand, Seraphina looked up with a curious vulnerability, asking, “if I teach you the deep songs of the lyre, will you teach me the ways of the archer?”
“With the utmost pleasure,” Aurelian replied, a soft smile gracing his face.
Over the coming days, Seraphina showed Aurelian how to pluck the lyre’s strings so to coax out melodies that revealed the hidden currents of the soul. In turn, Aurelian taught Seraphina to draw the bow, aiming not only at distant targets but at possibilities laying beyond form. Within this sphere of expansion, an understanding of how opposing natures could complement and enhance one another blossomed.
As days turned to weeks, their bond deepened. When Seraphina wielded the bow, her arrows seemed to glide with an effortless precision, ushered by an intuitive understanding of their destination. As Aurelian played the lyre, his melodies carried a luminous intensity that ignited courage and purpose in the hearts of all who heard them. Together, their gifts blended, creating something entirely new: a harmonization between stillness and motion.
Beneath a sky ablaze with stars, their union was woven. They stood together at the meeting point of the river and the mountain, exchanging their tools in a ritual of devotion; a promise to one another until father time himself unraveled.
To seal the ceremony, Seraphina played a song of both memory and aspiration, while Aurelian loosed an arrow into the heavens, its arc forming an aqueduct of light. In that moment, their energies intertwined, and hieros gamos took hold, creating a radiant lemniscate connecting their hearts.
Through their sealing embrace, their forms dissolved, transforming into celestial principles, for their love was no mere mortal bond, but a union destined to be lifted to the heavens.
Aurelian became the beacon of forward motion, urging souls to strive toward growth and destiny, known as the head of the dragon. Seraphina became the guiding light of remembrance, coaxing souls to honor their remembrances and inner wisdom, the tail of the dragon. Together, they formed a cosmic axis, known as the north and south nodes; the celestial compass.
To this day, they guide us to balance reflection with aspiration, intuition with action, stillness with motion, for their story shares with us that love and unity are the ultimate keys to transcending duality.
Wow, this was and is so beautiful