Beget me knot…

I once was a queen in another land, another place, another world – another time. All was so different from what it is now – on this planet, in this time, and in this world. So very different.

I remember that our dynasty stretched generations as far as you could “see”. Way, way back we could see the end of the world, or was it the beginning? Either way, it was our profound belief that when you arrived there, you would surely fall down the waterfall of life and so would begin another journey into another soul, another spirit – another being.

The generations of our lineage, began with a line up of women – so it is that I re-member. Our women were the Shamans of the world – the healers, the “seers” who seemed to “know all”. For many, many generations did these women live – so much so that each one lived in the previous one’s name, and, it was said – likeness. For years and years, this kingdom was ruled by the women – the Great women who were constantly the women behind the Great men of their time. The men of knowledge, the wise, the elders, the acknowledged “Fathers of Time itself”

It so happened that one of these men, mated with one of the Shaman mothers and they, together, produced a single male heir to their throne. This young boy had a happy boyhood, groomed and nurtured into the throne, with a single aspiration to become a great sea captain. His name was Alexander. Thus began the realm and great dynasty of the Alexanders!

From him, became the lineage of the great sea bearers, the great sea captains – the men of strength, power and wisdom and knowledge. The dynasty of Alexander continued on and on, for at least 12 generations until one famous son and heir, recently come back from fighting a war of wars with his black kingdom neighbours, found that his beloved wife had died in childbirth and had given birth to a girl. This meant no longer would the great line of Alexander continue. Instead this disparaging father named his girl child Alexandra and so returned the dynasty of the women. This line of Alexandra’s continued until the great lineage died out and the kingdoms – the Great Black Kingdome, the Great White Kingdome of the Giants, and the Kingdome of Alexandra’s died and became little less than ghost towns and only the scant remains of bricks and mortar remained to tell the tale of the one who lived to tell the tale of the one who got away…