Once Upon A Time – Not So Long Ago

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Once upon a time, in this lifetime, participants of the Soul Food Cafe found their way through portals into Lemuria. The portal closed and it became harder to navigate one’s way into Lemuria when the Enchantress took a long sabbatical. The roads faded and the number of travellers passing through this realm diminished.

Bancroft Manor may not be in Lemuria but it is another place for creatives to congregate. For those who remember places like the Lemurian Abbey, the Gypsy encampment, Riversleigh Manor, the Lemurian City of Ladies, The Temple of Solace, White Owl Island or the Isle of Ancestors it is not so hard to envision what Bancroft Manor might become.

Into the Blue
by Lori Gloyd 2007 
a Lemurian Resident

It was still dark when I rose from bed. I slid open the doors to the balcony of my room and stepped into the pre-dawn chill. Before me was a lake as flat as glass and mirroring the blazing vault of the heavens. 

I had come to Madame Lysandra’s lake-side home in the Mulberry Highlands a few days ago to participate in her annual viewing of the cherry blossoms. A number of poets and artists from all over Lemuria were there as well, and Lysandra’s gracious hospitality, once again, was praised and lauded by all. 

But as much as I wanted to stay and enjoy her company, it was time to depart. I was all packed and ready to return to the City of Cyberiaand the Taverna. I groaned inwardly as I thought of the condition my establishment would now be in– heel marks on the tabletops, the rum supply utterly depleted, and the staff– oh dear, the staff. I could only imagine what kind of trouble Maximo, my bouncer, and Hans, my chef had gotten into by now. 

I heard a quiet knock on the door. I returned to my room and opened it. It was Lysandraholding a folded blanket.

“Good morning or good night, as the case may be,” she said in a hushed voice. ” I heard you moving about and thought you may be looking for a comforter.” 

“Oh, thank you, Lysandra. In fact, quite the opposite. It was a bit stuffy and I needed some cool air.”

Lysandra smiled as she usually did when she had something more to say. “Are you enjoying the starshine?” she asked. 

We both strolled on to the balcony to survey the sky. “Yes, it is truly amazing. You don’t see this in Cyberia– too many lights.”

“Too much of many things, I should say.”

“Excuse me?” 

“I have noticed something. May I tell you about it?”

I stiffened a bit but nodded for her to continue.

“You rushed to get up here. Now you are rushing to leave. You seem restless and pre-occupied.”

“No, not at all. I just needed a few days away from the City…to recharge… now I need to get back to the Tavern. You know… responsibilities and all?” 

“Yes, I understand.”

We stood for a moment watching the stars pulse and twinkle. Lysandrawas deep in thought. 

Still staring at the lake, she broke the silence at last. “When was the last time you wrote?”

“Excuse me?”

“When was the last time you wrote a story?” 

“A few weeks ago– well, maybe it was longer– why? I’ve been busy, you know– with the Tavern and the Kitchen–oh, and the Atelier– yes, I’ve been focusing on art-making at the moment….” I shifted uneasily on my feet. What was Lysandraup to? 

She nodded and gazed at the night sky. 

Finally, she turned towards me, her green eyes looking straight into mine. “Yes,” she said with a bit of sharpness in her voice. “You need to leave here now.” 

“Yes, I’m packed and I’ll leave after breakfast. We’re having French Toast, right.” I wanted to change the subject. 

“No, you need to leave now. It’s time for the Journey.”

“Journey? What journey?… You don’t mean THE Journey, do you? I’ve done that already. I told you all about that, remember? How I got Syren and found Cyberia and the Taverna……”

“You need to go on The Heroine’s Journey.” 

“But I’ve done that once. I found my voice. I don’t need to do it again.”

“You found your voice, my dear, but what have you done with it lately!” 

I faded into a stunned silence. As gentle as Lysandrawas, she could lance a person with just the tiniest shard of the truth. 

“But I can’t do the Journey twice,” I whined. 

“Who said you can’t? This is Lemuria– nothing is linear. Everything spirals and comes back around again. You’ve come back to a beginning and need to go again.” 

“But the Journey is about entering Lemuria. I’m already here!” 

Lysandra looked at me with bemusement. “Yes, this is Lemuria, but there are many layers to it–layers that take your farther, deeper, higher– wherever you NEED to go.”

“You sound just like Enchanteur!”

Lysandra chuckled. “Yes, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed and I go a long way back. And she as well as I want you to step through the Portal and journey again. And you need to go NOW.” 

“How can I go now? The Portal is miles and miles from here, in the Murmuring Woods!”

“The Portal is wherever you want it to be. Just look….” Lysandragestured toward the sky. 

I squinted my eyes. Something was moving. A speck of blue seemed to be spinning. It grew larger and larger until it filled all the night sky. A wind off the lake picked up and began to blow across the balcony. I wanted to run away but I could not move. 

I heard Lysandrawhispering in my ear, “Step into the blue, my dear, and go deeper into yourself, farther into Lemuria. Find out what you need to say…..” 

My mind was spinning. My first journey had been an amazing yet terrifying endeavour. Now I was being asked to go again. I did not want to go. If the first time had been hard, what would the second be like? 

But I could not resist the Call. Enchanteur was calling again, through my friend Lysandra. I sighed. With my eyes on the swirling blue vortex, I began to climb over the railing of the balcony……

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