The Queen of Swords

Today, I feel light and confidant; a definite sense of purpose travels along with me up the stairs, lightening my steps and helping me on towards the wooden door. I stand on the landing, holding my breath a little as I do so, and then becoming aware of this holding, I make myself breathe out, relax. I let go of any preconceptions that may be lurking in the corners of my mind like sulky trolls, and turn the handle purposefully, stepping through the sky-blue and white portal, which heralds the Queen of Swords.
I walk into a gloomy landscape, a broad avenue stretching into the invisible distance, is obscured by the failing light. It is difficult to see whether it is dusk or dawn or neither. I can see no stars, but it is not completely dark, but rather the sky is cloaked in a darkness that is not natural, it is obscuring the light source, and I wonder what this place will reveal to me.
Either side of me, I notice that the avenue is lined with huge statues of various heights, like giant Lewis Chess pieces. They gloat over the avenue with a cold and stony silence, their faces hardened and glowering, staring down at me with flinty grey eyes.
I cannot see beyond these figures, they oppress my vision, and I understand then, that they represent ideas and attitudes that no longer serve me. Some of them I have inherited from my family, some of them are generations old, especially the larger ones. Many of the smaller ones are my own creations. Ideas and habits, attitudes and learned reactions that I have created in my lifetime, for things that are no longer with me. I can see now that although they were clearly very beautiful and majestic in their day, that they have long since lost their relevance. I stand there looking at these outworn relics, and wonder what can be done about them. I walk over to a particularly large Queenly looking figure, and I touch the hard stone. It feels surprisingly soft, a little like balsa wood, and I press a little harder. The statue gives, and I put both hands on her broad base, and I push as hard as I can. The tall statue topples over, and collapses like a rotten tree trunk, into a mound of crumbling dusty earth. Encouraged by my success, I go along, one by one and push the statues over, each one falling easily into dust and rubble behind me, and as I do so, a strange thing happens, the light begins to return. For each statue I destroy, more and more light comes into the landscape, and by the time I reach the end of the avenue, I am bathed in the golden rays of a giant Sun. I can see that I am standing at the edge of a high plateau, on the edge of a ridge, and I am looking down into a vast expanse of valley. I turn away from the sun filled valley before me and look at the trail of destruction that I have wrought upon the avenue. There in the sunshine, the dusty rubble has become rich brown soil, and already these mounds are shooting with new plants. Green shoots are emerging from the ashes and dust of the past, and are bringing new life and greenery into this sunny land. New ideas now have room to emerge, using the elements of the old, the wisdom continues, with the space to breathe and grow in a new way.
Standing on the edge of the high plateau, I spot a small path winding down the mountainside, and take this way, out into the valley beyond, the wider world. I head into a future of meeting people, of sharing ideas, I am light and free, free to receive their opinions and thoughts, moving ever onward, as light as air, as fluid as water, ever changing, never stopping. I become one with the ideas and thoughts of the past, the present and the future, and they all begin to blend until they form a billowing sky blue pennant across my vision, and I find myself standing again in the Hallway of Beginnings, in the soft indistinct light that filters from an unseen fan light, hidden somewhere, in the upper reaches of the house.


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