The Trickster

      According to legend, the sire of the dras kirai (dragon skinwalkers) was Mir, the Trickster. He was a being as ancient as the Great Mother herself. From the joining of the Earth and one of the Old Ones, he sprang forth from his mother's womb in the form of a willow tree. One day, a woodcutter came and chopped off the trunk of the tree. Lo and behold, a being with skin as dark as loam and eyes as bright as spring leaves leapt out from the split trunk and frightened the woodcutter half to death. As a reward for freeing him, Mir gave the woodcutter an enchanted axe which can cut through anything. He warned him to use his gift wisely or the consequences would be dire. But that is a story for another time. For a while, he lived in the forest under the Earth's protection and cavorted with all the beasts of the land. He was a shapechanger and could assume any form he wanted. Soon, he grew bored and left the forest to live among mankind. He assumed the form of a human man and made his living as a thief and a charlatan, thereby earning him the moniker of the Trickster. Men were not his only victims. Even gods and other powerful beings fell prey to his lies and trickery. So sly and cunning was he that not only did he gained the wrath of his victims, but their grudging admiration as well. Due to the unexpected consequences of his exploits (which often benefitted the oppressed and the downtrodden), he was upheld as the champion of the common folk. Though he had had many lovers (including Ryara), his one true love was a human woman named Keta, the daughter of a blacksmith. She was a village healer of no great beauty, but her charm and wit more than made up for her lackluster appearance. They met and fell for each other, and became lovers for a few blissful years. All was well until tragedy struck. I will stop here, because that is also a story meant for another time. After suffering from heartbreak and loss, he wandered aimlessly from one place to another, never settling down for more than a few days, always making sure that he formed no lasting attachments with anyone. He had become a loner and had abandoned his trickster ways. After he wearied of travelling, he settled down in a cave and cut himself off from the outside world. No one had seen or heard from him since. They say he is still around and that he watches over us, the descendents of his offspring, on occasion. No matter the reason for his seclusion, we are his legacy and his great deeds of old will live on in our hearts and minds as long as our line continues.

Of Monsters and Men

Are monsters born or made? Many attempts have been made to discover the answer to this question, but the results are inconclusive at best. The eternal question of nature versus nurture baffles and infuriates us. We want things to fit into neat little boxes so that we can deal with them accordingly. But life is often messy and doesn't have all the answers we seek. How do we measure our potential for good and evil? If some people are born monsters, do they have a choice in what they do? Will they eventually end up manipulating and murdering people due to their nature? Can they fight the inevitable? Is redemption possible for them? What of people who started out normal, but slowly turn into monsters by what they have seen or experienced? Once they have crossed the line, is there no turning back? Do monsters deserve love and forgiveness? These questions have plagued mankind since the beginning of time, yet we are no closer to answers than before, even with all the technological advances at our disposal. How can we tell man and monster apart when all of us have the potential to become one? Is psychopathy a disease which can be cured? Can psychopaths ever lead normal lives and form normal relationships? Why do some people choose to become monsters? Why do they find joy in taking lives? Why is evil allowed to exist in our society? Monsters don't just murder, they hurt and abuse others with their words and their fists. All of us have said and done things to hurt others. Does that make us monsters? Is the line between man and monster a fine one? Or is there no line at all?

P.S. Sorry if my thoughts are too depressing. God bless.

Weightless

        Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in a world without gravity? A world where we are as light as a feather and are not tied down to the solid ground? What would it feel like to be weightless? To be free? We hold so much within us. So much joy and so much pain. So much love and so much anger. If only all these things would fall away from us as easily as dew drops from a blade of grass. If only we could be free from the burdens we bear, the responsibilities we shoulder, the secrets we keep, the darkness we hide, the expectations we harbor and all the other chains that bind us to this broken world. Wouldn't life be better, our soul lighter if we could just shed away all our hurt, our uncertainty, our petty jealousies and bitterness? Will we become less than human if we are weightless? Do we have to cease loving in order to banish anger and hate and other ugly feelings? Do we have to give up joy to keep sadness from swallowing us? Will we lose what makes us fundamentally human if we choose to be free from the weight of the world? Or will we become more? More than just our duty, more than just our pain, more than what is expected from us, more than our shattered hopes and broken dreams, more than the fire of our fury, more than the poison of our hate, more, more, more.... Will we be stripped bare to the very essence of our soul? Who are we without our burdens and the darker side of our nature? To be human is to be both joy and sadness, love and hate, free and trapped, light and dark.... As long as we are human, we can never be weightless. Yet.... Would we be crushed beneath the weight of our sins, our failure, our flaws if we keep holding on? Would our humanity be our ultimate destruction?

P.S. Sorry for my dark musings. God bless.