PAN' HEALERS
in a different time,
when fables ruled all the lands and seas
a sect of fawns indulged in magic
inside a thick forest, under a sacred oak
they formed a circle, chanting to mother earth
and they sang in monotones, turning to melody
a spectrum of voices on perfect pitch
mother earth heard the fawns’ song deep inside the center of earth,
where she stayed in a castle constructed of hardened roots
& bones & black granite
and she was pleased with the fawns’ song
listening intently, taking her time before answering
the song was beautiful for it sang of harmony on earth
the music made the forest calm & peaceful
when the chant was halted by the fawns,
they felt the earth shake beneath them
they were not frightened for they knew their call had awakened mother
earth
she appeared from beneath the forest,
covered in roots & ground & leaves
“from this day forth i grant healer qualities to the fawns,” said mother
earth
& she conjured the gift of healing from thin air & blew it into
the souls of the fawn
“we are but a simple folk,” said pan, the leader of the fawns; “your
gift is too wondrous for us to accept”
“with every gift given through me,” said the mother of all nature,
“comes the responsibility to protect it”
pan understood, bowing his antlered head with grace
“then we shall protect this gift,” he promised
but, as always, mother earth announced her terms
“the gift of healing must be shared, equally, with another folk
– folk much different from yours”
pan asked mother earth about the folk she was suggesting, praying it not
be a certain race
“every century,” mother earth announced; “fawn and human must chant the
summoning song”
“although you are the earth itself, although you breathe the air and
give wind to the sea,” pan pleaded;
“the human folk are destructive creatures…they seek only power and carry
greed in their hearts!”
mother earth calmed pan; “humans are also born out of love and kindness,
not all are of evil intent”
the fawns turned to pan to discussed the mother of earth’s terms with
each other
their voices were but whispers, sounding under the wind
“we have come to an agreement,” said pan; “we shall share the gift to
heal
– but only with the females”
mother earth pitied the fawns for their lack in trust for the race of
men
however, she agreed with the fawns’ term
“there will come a day when all of this earth belong not to fable, but
to men,” mother earth foretold
pan felt his heart fill with sadness for he had seen many terrible
things inflicted by the hand of man
“each year,” pan then declared; “a female from the human folk will be
taken & taught how to heal”
centuries later,
in a time as foretold by mother earth
man rule the lands and seas
and on a special full moon
the offspring of the medicine woman, as taught by pan and the fawns
gather around the sacred oak, in the heart of the forest
chanting the summoning song to heal the earth
these few medicine woman,
born from an ancient
bloodline of apothecaries whom still tell tales to their children of pan &
the fawns
use extracts of sacred roots, leaves & the fruits of plants to
create herbal medicines
to cure cancers, to make the blind see
& among them are a handful, called the elder,
gifted with the knowledge to eternal life
for they have stayed young throughout the times, visions of natural
beauty – always roaming
even though the world has faltered to state of non-belief,
wherein men pursue power & their hearts are filled with rivers of
greed
a world wherein fables have become but bed time stories to entertain the
imagination of children
the elder, accompanied by the fawns, stay hidden, healing
never faltering to gather & turn their voices into song
for pan still lives in every tree, the medicine woman still live among
society
& mother earth never sleeps
©2015 / J. J Brits
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