Sacred Re-Union
The journey of Mén-zu had been long. Emerging from the Womb of His Becoming, in his silvery ship he sailed atop the depths that had claimed him as its own for the full three days past. From the scarlet, into deepest blue, his sail was hoisted and filled with each passing night.
His Home, bereft of attention, held him not. The Kingdom, likewise, has failed to fill him with its splendor. Even the Sacred Mysteries, the singing of the Priestesses, were silent in the holy places.
The House of his Parents was troubled with change. He felt their constraints upon his life had become too much to bear. Rather than lose his dignity, Mén-zu thanked them for their kindness and values they had given him during his upbringing, then set forth during the night. By means of his silvery boat he set forth. Across the Indigo Sea Mén-zu went in his silvery boat.
Across the uncharted vastnesses of Darkness Mén-zu set sail. Fear of the Unknown sullied him not. He was strong, knew his purpose and that nothing could keep him from its fulfillment.
Into the Questor of Truth he grew, and in that growth became his greatest brilliance. His light shone across all the land, illuminating every crag of darkness. The Light of Mén-zu brought the herbs to flower, the tubers to leaf. Lovers entwined their limbs in yearning beneath his glow.
It was in that moment of his purest effulgence that the Wolves of Darkness overwhelmed him. They bit at his heels, tore the flesh from his side. With frenzy the Wolves fed, and Mén-zu was consumed to Darkness. In Darkness Mén-zu resided. Arawan-hua, Lord of Darkness, was at his side. Arawan-hua brought Mén-zu into his home. Death became as a home for Mén-zu. His Light was seen not in this world. Arawan-hua counseled Mén-zu, opening to him the secrets of what had remained hidden: the places of Souls lost in the Darkness. Mén-zu gained knowledge and accomplishment in the finding of these Lost Souls. Mén-zu learned, and he earned the respect of Arawan-hua.
Mén-zu gained knowledge and accomplishment in the finding of these Lost Souls. Arawan-hua then sent Mén-zu out of the Dark, into the World-Between-the-Worlds where Light gave Darkness form. Into the World-of-Form Arawan-hua sent Mén-zu to bring back the Souls of the Lost, returning them to those who, in their hearts, so desired that the Sacred Re-Union would come to pass. An obligation he set upon Mén-zu: Arawan-hua returned to Mén-zu his full raiment of Light, but with each passing day he must relinquish a section of sailcloth until Mén-zu's barque had sailed across the Indigo Sea and to the Womb of his Becoming once more. The reciprocity for his release was the offering of his Light into the World.
Upon the Indigo Sea Mén-zu did set sail. Above the Earthly Domain his course was set. Upon its sandy shores were the dwellings of the Ancestors found. The counsel of the Ancestors, sought by all born of the World-Between-the-Worlds, was a boon Mén-zu brought forth on behalf of the People. And more of his Light was given into the World.
Swirling twirling, the Indigo Sea poured into a whirlpool at the edge of the world, carrying the silvery boat of Mén-zu with it. Churning waters sent the barque of Mén-zu into the mist and thence into the submerged realm of Beautiful Young Maiden/Old Woman of the Sea, she who is sister to Mén-zu. In her watery depths she suffers the transgressions - those of arrogance, greed and self-indulgence - committed by the People of the World. Their wounds she carries upon her. Fingerless, she cannot comb her tresses. Fingerless, helpless, she is covered with pustules and the bites of lice upon her. With compassion for her sufferings, Mén-zu pledges a dedication of assistance to all who suffer. A bit of his Light is given into the World.
Transformed, changed by the vicissitudes of a young man's journey through the world of ancient conditions, as a Warrior now tempered by the touch of pain and suffering, of death and transgression, Mén-zu's seeking of justice grows impassioned. His Quest, he realizes, is not bought with fulfillment of grandiose idealism, but with right actions in life.
Into the Form-Given World his silvery barque has brought him. Feelings, bodily felt sensations of agony and ecstasy race and rage through him. It is here that Mén-zu discovers the Treasure of his sojourn. It is in the exquisite experience of Life pulsing and streaming through him that he recognizes the urges and yearnings that drive all who are of the World to acts of savagery and charity. His vow to relieve suffering now has a focus: the healing of the Wounds, the retrieval of Lost Souls. And a bit of his Light is shed into the World.
Mén-zu steers his silvery boat, now but a sliver beneath him, into the morning's velvet darkness. Drawn by the sight of Lovers upon the shore, his passion is ignited. In temptation he is torn between completion of his quest upon the Indigo Sea and immersion into the eternal embrace of love's steamy infusion. Mén-zu releases his desires, not in abandonment, but with the choice to bring Sacred Re-Union to those who would desire Sacred Union. In the neutral passage he navigates the shimmer of his silvery ship towards the Dawn, shedding the last of his remaining Light about the World.
Grand in his Darkness, disrobed of all his Light, Mén-zu steps from his barque and into the full blaze of the King. In one sudden burst all Light of the King is absorbed into Mén-zu's Being as he slips into the Womb of his Becoming. Mén-zu is held in the brilliance that blinds the sight of the World to his presence.
White Wolf sings, a cry that beckons Mén-zu to life. Her crystallizing cry sings the joy of life renewed. Mén-zu emerges from the Womb of His Becoming, in his silvery ship he sails atop the depths that had claimed him as its own for a full three days. From the scarlet, into deepest blue, his sail is hoisted, and fills with each passing night.
The Sacred Re-Union has begun.
