The Fabula Rasa

Forget the nighttime tales of your youth. This... is Origin

Hello Blog! It's been another while. My fiance today suggested since I always remember my vivid dreams to write them down in my blog so that is what I am going to do from now on, my own personal dream list. So last night's dream:


On a snow cap mountain, surrounded by windy snow that makes it difficult to see more than one feet in front of you, a group of travelers were continuing to scale the mountain. It is all snow and rocky terrain as they travel. The group had no discerning features other than completely brown with a mixture of physiques but undeniably one child was part of the group.  


All of the sudden I get a sense of danger, an appending attack from somewhere. That is when my point of view suddenly changes. 


Now I am in this house that is a mixture of chinese and american style, with walls gold, the floor was red and Victorian furnishing matching the color scheme. There were three goddesses and one child living in the house.  The goddesses were wearing delicate flowy(?) garments while the child was in a dress from the Victorian era.  


Goddess A was the owner of the house. She was the one who allowed the child to be with her mother, Goddess B, even though she was human. The owner also had a barrier on the front door preventing those who were not permitted to get inside.  


Goddess B was mother with a child who stay in the sitting room playing together. I remember the goddess sitting in a chair while the child, had pale skin with long brown wavy hair, was leaning towards her. 


Goddess C was dressed in red with pale skin and long hair. She was the goddess of the Winds. 


Goddess C suddenly vanished to the child that was traveling in the group up the mountain. He is laying on the floor on his back, naked, tan complexion with black hair, only in a loincloth. He looked at me with trusting eyes while I said to him over and over again I will save you.  She explains to him that she can try to bond them together by mixing their blood since he was not born from her womb. Pricking his and her thumb with her nail, she presses their thumbs together (her right and his left). While pressing, she prays in Spanish, "padre nuestro que estas en el cielo." She than takes her thumb and makes the cross on his forehead (only on the forehead saying - "en el nombre del padre, del hijo y del Espiritu Santo"), both eye lids, and inside the wrist under the thumbs. Grabbing him suddenly she wails and vanishes with him to the house. 


The goddess arrives inside the house and realizes the child was outside the front door. She speaks to Goddess A (in the formal sitting room) asking to allow her to save him, her child, to let him inside. This goddess refused. In anger Goddess C screams that "IT'S NOT FAIR! WHY DOES SHE GET TO HAVE HER CHILD?!"  In rage, the Goddess C tells Goddess B never to allow her child to be in the ocean or near her for she will kill the child. 


The goddess C vanishes to an open courtyard at the back of the house, facing the edge of the cliff, the winds raged in every direction, the pattern of the wind seen through the snow. It was a violent orchestra of wind's power. Her hair tossing her hair in everything direction, she yells, wails, and cries her sorrow in not being able to help her child. She than feels it inside that her child has died and lets out one final heart wrenching scream. 


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Yes, yes, Its a play on an overused cliche but I think it works. Tabula Rasa is latin for blank slate and in writing this blog I hope to highlight just how little modern fairytales and folklore actually represent their original tellings, in essence, losing most of its meaning and context creating a blank tale or ... a Fabula Rasa

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