A shambling Ogre of a man, hopelessly egotistical in nature, trundled through the forest of his perception, conquering – without due consideration – the spirits of those he considered weak.
Life was his battlefield, love, his weapon of choice. Arrogant, he brushed aside societal niceties, intent upon the transcendent star he saw shining upon the horizon of his life’s work.
During his travels, he happened upon a beautiful Faerie, gentle and fey, filled with love and empathy, open to him and to the universe and he considered her, her difference from all the others an incalculable mystery to he, who thought he knew them all; the many types of women and lovers, friends and soulmates, and where she would fit into his life, fulfilling his pleasure.
With no consideration of her needs and wants, the Ogre’s dim brain calculated the trajectory of her soul and sweet, airy words flowed from his mouth. He wheedled and flattered, pretended to listen and laughed while holding her hand as they tip-toed through the introductory phase of their relationship, bypassing friendship and courtship and entering a deep and profound state of awe-struck love.
But the situation conspired against them. The Ogre’s other lovers gathered like cleansing winds upon the Astral plane, blowing ill will and harm their way, jealous eyes hidden within oblivious minds sent intention flowing outward, into the multiverse, leaving them both blown about remorselessly, confused and at a loss to explain what had happened to end what had been so promising a Beginning.
And when she came to him, hurting and questioning, he, still full of pride and assurance – and still ignorant of the wind’s true intent – filled her aching heart with billowy words of flowery nothingness, pontificating and postulating puffery in preparation for the next stage of his plan. She, prescient beyond all his experience, retreated – seeing his posturing for what it was – leaving him gaping, open-mouthed and lost.
The Ogre then retreated into himself, tearing gigantic boulders from their earthen moorings in order to shut himself within the Cave of his Despair, vowing never to bring harm to another soul again.
The Faerie, stronger and more self-assured than he by far – he being so large and seemingly impervious – recovered from the ill winds; and, upon her delicately luminescent wings, she flitted about the closed entry to his dark cavern, singing songs of life and delight, her gentle soul emanating peace and abiding love. She promised him friendship and advice and urged him to come forth, to seek the darkness no more.
But he, in his vain and self-centered manner, interpreted her words through his closed heart, seeing her as teasing, vindictive and shrew-like, an imposition upon his unhealthy remorse and narcissism.
Failing to recognize the mirror she had selflessly provided him, his rage overflowed. The Ogre burst forth from the cavern, sending rock and debris flying, bruising, his arms swinging, his anger released unto the four corners of the world.
Caught by surprise, the Faerie fell beneath his blows, drenched by detritus and the contagious pestilence of his ire and frustrated desire. Instantly remorseful, his enraged bellows became sobs, and his tears fell upon her, cleansing her of the dust and debris that had covered her effulgent light.
Her limpid eyes opened, her breath emanating soul-ward, filling him with wonder. As her light grew brighter and brighter she rose from his lumpen-like paws, filling him with a new realization of her complexity and intuitive awareness. And, her love. And he realized, then, that the true light was one of compassion and gentleness, of listening and silence. Of respect and a gentle patience that hears rather than waits to be heard.
His sobs rose again from the depths of his sorrow and a transcendent joy permeated the arc of his tears which then became reflective light, and, in an instant, his gnarled, crusty skin broke away and his hulking, Ogre-ish Self dissipated within the aura of insistence created by this new self-knowledge.
Slowly, the Ogre backed away from the Faerie, his head bowed in love and respect. She laughed, a high and musical tone, the past already forgiven, and flew away, promising politeness if their paths ever crossed again.
He proceeded along his own way, humbled, yet longing for the return of that beautiful Soul into his life, different, and more pure, than any he’d ever known before.