Many billions of years ago while shopping the old woman had bought a small clay statue of a little fairy being. She had put it in her special medicine cabinet. All of her medicine was kept in this cabinet. Everything she ever knew how to make was in it. Over her many billions of lifetimes she placed all the items she had tracked down in it, to keep them safe and protected. Many years past and one day she found herself in a small magical shop way outside the city. Every year she came to collect medicine for her grandmother who was 2 trillion years old. Only at this time of year could she collect such powerful ingredients for her special potion. This time, this year, the year of inner strength, she had been called to pull this ancient and powerful brew out of her special closet and she was going to make it again. The first time since her trillion year old grandmother had turned her cycle one more time, crossing dimensional time zones.
This time while in this magical shop she saw another small clay fairy being statue. So she put it in her basket. Not knowing why she needed another, but another she trusted knowing better. Off she went through the magical forest until she found her way to the woodcutters house. Here she wandered into his garden and looked around. She found a magical child sitting on a tree stump with long brownish blonde hair. Hello, she said to the beautiful child.
Her name was TIE-LOR and it was the eve of her 6th birthday. AH!, said the old woman. I have a present for you!
And she gave TIE-LOR the small fairy clay figure she had just bought. The magical child’s eyes lit up! and she smiled ear to ear. She cupped the special clay figure in her hands carefully. The old woman left smiling deep within her heart. She looked up and thought she saw a flicker of aurora above her. The light beings who visit her time to time were smiling down on this happy moment.
Back in her home she started to make a soup. Carefully she placed all the ingredients into the pot, one by one, until it was done. She lit the fire and simmered on low.
Her cabinet opened up slowly by itself. The doors swung wide. As she turned to look she could see everything she had inside. She decided to go look for her other clay fairy, since she had made an offering to the magical child with the other she had just bought. She looked and looked and couldn’t find the fairy. Where is she hiding, she thought. I know she is here somewhere. She searched another spot sure it was there, only to find it was not. It was hiding on her, she thought. For a moment she thought perhaps she had actually given the same one? Fairies can be very tricky. They know all kinds of invisible magic.
Recently the old woman had had a Nisse move in. He was turning out to be very helpful in her house. She thought maybe he had had something to do with the fairies disappearance. Then it must be for a very good reason, she thought. So she stopped looking. Instead she sat in front of her magical cabinet. Ready for the reading.
She looked at the items collected over the billions of years. Each time her eyes landed on one she would be taken back to that place and the power of that memory would move forward inside her and she would feel the power in that moment. Over and over. She could not help but see her journey in these moments and had to acknowledge who she was in all of them. This is real. This is who I am, she thought to herself. She smiled as she looked at each item, recalling over and over the memory associated with them. They held the essence of the now. Contained lovingly into form. Everything she ever was, and was not was right in front of her, but in all of it every item collected over billions of years held love.
She started to pull things out to carefully examine them. Turning them softly, slowly looking. Feeling their depths. The katchinas were watching, butterfly maiden and cricket. They carefully moved around the items without the old woman knowing. Suddenly they would be here or there. Trying to get her attention.
The old woman saw the Kachinas moving and followed their path. Picking up each piece and putting them together. This is how she made her potions. The Kachina told her which items to use. She would then read them out loud and put them together, and determine how it would be used. The Kachinas showed her which items to put together for the Heart of Taa-naash-kaa-da, so she did. They told her how to use it. So she put it on her altar. The heart had to be created first. Heart must be the foundation of all sacred creations.
She looked back in the cabinet. There lay the rattle water dancer had given her. She picked it up and started to rattle. She sang over the items, and breathed her sacred breath. The worlds of ancient long ago places came out through the veils of time. The Kachinas stopped moving so they could add their voices too. Then the old woman stopped and sat in the vibration.
The Kachinas knew just what to do. They kept falling over, on purpose of course. The old woman paid attention. So she reached further into the magic cabinet. Her hand touched something furry. Her mind stopped. She pulled it out. It was the owl leg with claw a great spirit messenger had given her long long ago, in the 1st world. The old woman closed her eyes as the medicine entered her. Powerful memories create powerful medicine. Once thought of, moves through the world, much like pure love, although pure love is as rare as the snow white unicorn, it acts as the most powerful feeling for catalyst, the compound mixture was strong enough to create worlds. Other powerful memories work just the same in theory. But when combined, love and power, these memories hold open gates of gold. To the further reaches, where no man has gone before. Like that movie star trek a few years back.
The old woman let it soak in. Deeper and deeper it went, this feeling. Waking up all kinds of places within her. Suddenly she noticed the Kachinas had moved a bunch of her things, so she started to straighten them up. Suddenly they didn’t fit quite right and everything started to fuss. So she told everyone it was ok, and the items stopped moving about. Just enough of a quake had happened to loosen the view up, the old woman could see further into the back of one of the higher shelves. The old woman looked and thought she saw a spiral. Golden crystals of glittery gold. She reached in all the way to the back of the cabinet and let her hand wrap around it. It was her twins other half. Golden spiral.
She carefully pulled the shell fossil out. Amazed how she didn’t see it there before. She put the owl leg together with the spiral, next to water dancers rattle. To the far right of the cabinet one of the tricky Kachinas had moved a piece of wood just far enough into the light so she could see it. The old woman let out a sound of delight. It was the wooden owl man one of the greatest time keepers ever known to humanity had gifted her for her 39th billionth birthday. She held it, gently let her fingers move over the smooth wood. Now she understood why she had been gifted with it. She placed it with the other items she was pulling. She looked at the three and went back into the magic cabinet. The cricket Kachina had moved and was now standing on the witches finger crystal. The old woman picked it up and turned it around in the light. It was a well known stone for removing cancers from peoples bodies if used in the right time. It let other things grow off of it, always in love, never any other emotion. Pure. The gold sparkled as it glistened on the crystal. The great time tracker had given that to her while they were at the Crystal river, after they had returned from Atlantis. This was a grand ceremony and celebration, a sacred pilgrimage for all the great time trackers from all the known worlds had attended.
The old woman let that memory soak into her. She placed the crystal next to the owl man, the owls leg, and the rattle.
Now the Kachinas stood side by side, looking straight at her. You need to add something of yourself, they said in unison. The old woman looked on another shelf searching for an item. Her sacred holy wood lay there breathing still. The rainbow bridge to the plant kingdom – her specialty. She picked up two pieces and combined them with the other items. The great four poles were now represented. Solid in their medicine. She wrapped them into a bundle. Placed the bundle on a wooden altar. She put the spiral shell next to it, and placed the magical white elephant on it, foot directly in the center. To hold the power.
The old woman went back to where the shell had come off the shelf. She had to reach way into the back to balance out all the other items. As she reached down her hand brushed something. There in that space was the other clay fairy. Sitting safely in her clay pot. The old woman took her out and sat her at the front of all the other items. She honored her journey by setting her up a play date with her old friend, the baby dragon.
The recipe was complete.
Peace in the 5 worlds of beauty.