This was originally posted in two parts (I and II) as a source of inspiration. It was actually at first inspired by a dream, and an emotional one years ago I imagined myself playing this knight and cape game with this child, happy, who was my own, but I do not remember if it was a son or daughter. I just reimagined suddenly this dialogue between them and myself. When I am alone often, I like to funnily act out scenes, that I invent and imagine, which I do with my own sister, whom I love dearly. This, I consider almost like an acting scene between one knight initiating another young knight or knightess. A ‘Coming of Age,’ or Guidance. I apparently still dream of being a Father one day, because I know I’d make a great one. The ending of Mahler’s Symphony No. 2: Mov. 5 always reminds me of wedding bells, or a crowning, and it brings me solace. For readers, may music like this forever lift your spirits and guide you with dauntless hope, in thinking of the good and the life and light of all mankind.
This is our Minervan spirit. Peace to all.
My advice to you dear child, grow and become strong, skilled, and wise. In the arts, in music and instruments, in your voice, and in how to feel the air, and touch the clouds with your creative impulse and love of knowledge. Will it into you—the mind of things, reflected in your being. That is how we found our god. Be brave young one. Carry in you, the might of a thousand symphonies, and embrace its overwhelming touch. Learn to contemplate on the joys, and learn from the pain; and to hold on to that which is good and tender. Be sweet, and full of laughter; and even in sorrow, lift your head up to the starry heavens . . . dream.
Dream little one!
The story you see, began long before any of us.
The wise say, we shall return back from whence we came; so I asked in this life, “from where?”
I shall teach you all I know, and have come to love, and sense in grace and hidden power.
Child, my love, do not ever give up.
You carry a fearsome strength in you. What is it you ask? The source of your regeneration.
It is Courage
“Rise again, yes, rise again…”
—Mahler, from Des Knaben Wunderhorn, of Urlicht or Primeval Light.
The knight is made.
The child is running around in circles with a red cape made of my childhood blanket.
Come forward, through the grace of that SPLENDOR. Show forth (!) —
Magic is being witnessed in secret. The heavens open to the child, revealing their true nature, and the scene ends.