Healing Gwinevere
Meeting ancient mysteries on the road

He had made it to another Renaissance Fair and was all set up with his booth. It was a small fair but always a good crowd that was fun to talk with. His mind was open to whatever would happen this weekend. He never knew who might happen and how a word from someone or himself would bring awareness, or healing, or change.

He was remembering that the year before someone had walked up to his booth and announced quite boldly that she was Gwinevere. He was used to this. Lots of people have personas at these kinds of fairs. They role play characters in mythology, they have fun with the part. But somehow she was different. She wasn't wearing any particularly fancy garb. She had little fanfare. She didn't look like she said that meaning it as a character persona. She was declaring she was Gwinevere. Simply that.

She looked at his booth and what he had created. She was the wide variety, the Spiritual, the Nature pieces, Healing designs. The fairies caught her eye and she really opened up. She talked in a wide variety of subjects that all centered around her. Fairies were her strongest theme. As was Pleiadians and other sky races. She wove them all together as if she knew them very well. He wasn't sure what to make of all of it, or of her. Nothing she said felt wrong at all. It rang true with the little that he knew or had read. He looked again at her. Her presence wasn't regal as one might think such a person would be if she was Gwinevere. A little scattered or just so open to all there was in the universe that it seamlessly fell together. She was carefree. She reminded him of a butterfly the way she fluttered about both in speech and motion. Her strongest connection seemed to be with the fairy folk. That somehow fit her well. She would often throw in a remark here and there that she hated elves. It seemed like there was a hidden issue there. A giant one. But she never elaborated. She continued joyfully about all she knew in the world and beyond.  

There was another quality about this encounter that stood out. Behind her was an older gentleman. He stood a few feet back and slightly to one side. He was slender, tall, slightly older, and he had a formal presence. He definitely stood out yet in a very subtle way. His whole ambiance was one of I am absolutely here, but don't pay any attention to me. He rarely spoke. Almost never when she was present. He had a dark notebook that he carried always which seemed significant. Something about him was formidable yet subtle. He was important, somehow very important, but in ways it would hard to figure out.

He came back to the booth later alone and talked for a short while. He said, Yes she absolutely was Gwinevere. There was no doubt. He almost apologized for her mannerisms yet didn't. It was an understood, that she was her way for a reason. Carefree was a good word. He said that he was stationed to protect her. The image of a Knight came to mind. He said that she had moved into a house and it wasn't safe. The neighbors were not good people and the energies became unstable and bad. She called him to ask what she should do. He came over to help and never left. No they were not a couple. There was nothing romantic about it. His job was to protect her. Nothing more. He spoke very directly with no need for small talk. Every word seemed to have purpose. He was an author and was working on a book. Her place was as good as his to focus and write. He didn't elaborate on his writing but it sounded very intriguing. After a short talk he said he better get back to her booth. He rarely left her alone. There was a complete understanding between this knight and him. It was hard to explain. It was a formal understanding that things were what they were. It felt like he came over to the booth to clarify and there was purpose in making sure he knew.  

As this year's fair started he wondered if Gwinevere would again be there. And was wondering if he might find out more on the Knights writing. He didn't know yet if they had showed up or what the weekend would bring. He was open to anything. Last year pushed his understandings a bit. He was pushed to accept that people may not be who they seem. That we often carry past lives and presence with us. Also he learned that people in history may have a more unexpected down to earth personality than what would be presented in the stories. With anticipation he wondered what this year may reveal to him.

As he stood there pondering what was next a large presence flowed in. It was bright and strong and flowed over him like a wave. It flowed down from above. He knew this presence well. It was Archangel Michael. He had worked with him several times before. Michael came in and clearly said "When She Comes, You Will Heal her!" The words were precise and clear. He said yes and as Michael flowed away but the brightness stayed behind. As if the Angel was watching.

Well that certainly caught his attention. OK who would show up he thought. After last year it could be about anyone. He stood eager to see.

A moment later Gwinevere and her night showed up.
She boldly came to the table and announced that Archangel Michael had just come and said that he would heal her.  

Well this wasn't what he was expecting. The conversation went immediately to what was wrong with her health. She was a healer. It was reiki or massage. It felt like both. She was losing the use of her right arm. It was going numb and full of pain. She had tried everything and nothing at all had helped. Not herbs, healing energies, food, nothing was helping. It was quickly getting worse and she was getting to where she couldn't work on people. She was losing her income and work of helping others. It was becoming critical.

He said he would certainly help her. As the show was getting busier and customers were coming around he said he would look into it as he had spare moments throughout the day. She said she would be there all weekend and lived right here in town. She fluttered off excited. The knight nodded with a subtle smile as he followed her.

As he got time in the day he stood back and looked over her. In her energy field it looked like she had a giant hole in her shoulder. It was right through the collar bone. Like a cannon ball had hit her. Her arm looked limp and dark, almost dead. She came back to check a little later sensing he had some news. He asked her what in the world had happened to her. She exclaimed that The Elves and the Fairy were Kin to each other. They were sort of family. But a giant rift had occurred. She never elaborated on what caused it. They became enemies. They marked out their territories and each stayed away from the other. It was an understood agreement and kept the peace. If anyone trespassed they were fair game. Well she was a Fairy in one life. And she had ventured onto the Elves area to gather some herbs. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there. But Fairies aren't known for following the rules. The Elves saw her and hit her with a giant spear, a javelin. It pierced right through her shoulder. She made it home but fell very sick. Three day later she very abruptly passed away. She knew she had overstepped boundaries. She was angry at the elves before and after that. Being killed by them I'm sure didn't help.

As the day progressed he kept looking. What was this javelin exactly? There was something more than obvious about it. He looked closely. It was covered in very fine iron. Nano Iron. He watched as the iron moved into her blood. Fairies and Iron do not mix well. It can kill them. This iron slowly moved silently through her whole body. Once it position itself perfectly it shifted. It immediately attacked every cell and killed her. It was a very well crafted weapon of both alchemy and energy, of magic.

He slowly took in all of this. Checked again several times to see if he was seeing right. To him all seemed right. She was who she said, and she was Fairy. He reached out to an expert. Someone he trusted, that he spent ten years worth, through thick and thin. His ex wife. He would need help from her. He was not fairy. There was no Scottish in his blood. He knew very little about them. She was a Hays from Scotland, the Crown Bearers. She was the 'God Damn Little People!' as she would often exclaim in a voice of determination and declaration, with just a hint of pride.

So he called her up on the phone. He let her know .... before I tell you anything at all ... who is at my booth? She screamed out Oh My God it's Gwinevere! He wanted another perspective, a confirmation. Well that most certainly was it. She asked what is she like. He described her and some things she had said. He she was filled with joy and all over the place. Fluttery like a butterfly. Joyful. She said well of course she would be. What did you expect? He said there was an older man with her. She said yes, That is a nameless knight. Sworn to protect her through anything. She was excited he had met them and asked what was needed.

He described her ailment, what had happened with the elves, and that she was slowly losing her use of her right arm. It was all black. She said it is nano iron. It must be removed. She said there are two stones that he could use. One would pull it out of her. The other would hold it till it could be grounded someplace away from her. But, she added, he couldn't go find the stones. She had to! It was HER job. She had to take responsibility and step up. She had to get the two stones. He thanked her for all of the information and helping out. She always knew her stuff on these things.
Moments later Gwinevere came back to the booth. He told her what would be needed. She listened and determined and strong said she knew exactly where to get them. There was a store she used to work at in town. They had a falling out. She hadn't talked to them in a year. Their booth was right over there. They would have the stones. She would go get them! Wow he thought. Well that was absolutely taking responsibility and stepping up to the plate. As she bounded off he added lets do this after the fair sometime? Evening maybe? It's hard to focus and take the time needed with people around. She said certainly. Come to my place Monday. She bounded off to get stones.

Soon she showed up with two stones. She said she went over to their booth and they got along great. Like old times. It healed the rift that had formed between them. It seemed like this would be a weekend of healing on many levels. That was great to see.  

Later in the afternoon something happened that was very curious, rather out of place and odd actually. The night showed up carrying an old folding wooden chair. The kind you may find stacked in the corner of an old school house or church. Where did he get such a seat? He said that Michael had come in. And boldly declared that He Needed A Seat. Take him one. So he grabbed one of their chairs and brought it over. He had his own stool. One that he never sat on at the fairs anyway. He always stood all weekend. But they both figured it must mean something. So he thanked him for listening and bringing it over. The knight said he didn't know what it was about either. They were both were somehow missing something.

The long weekend eventually wound down. She said to come over for dinner Monday evening. She would have everything ready. And asked what he liked to eat. He said vegetarian anything. She said exactly like us. Not a problem at all. Perfect.

Monday afternoon he went over to see her. The knight was there as well of course. He never left her side. The smell of a wonderful dinner was in the air. They enjoyed a wonderful meal and talked of many things. Mostly lively conversation of Sky People and Fairies of course. That was her specialty.

After dinner they went to the living room. She had laid down a mat she could lay on for the healing. They got her comfortable with the stones, lit some incense, and made healing space. He looked to the knight and asked him to watch his back! The night nodded in assurance he would. She asked what was that. They both said we got this. She relaxed.

When all was ready he picked up the first stone. It's purpose was to draw the iron out of her. It wasn't just iron. It had a dark energy surrounding it. It carried purpose and hate from the Elves to the Fairies. He tried several times but the stone bawked. It would not take on the energy. It did not want it. It would not draw it out of her. It was simply not agreeing to do that. So he decided he didn't actually need a stone. There were other ways. He could do it without the stone. He wasn't Fairy. The iron would surely not hurt him. So he got the second stone ready and slowly drew the dark energy out of her. He held it within his hands and arms. He tried not to take it any further as that didn't feel safe. It took some effort but it was working He wanted to make sure he had all of it out of her. Missing one speck would make it all pointless and it would only continue. With time he was able to draw it all out. The knight agreed she looked clean. He picked up the other stone and began pushing the energy into it. It was obvious the stone wasn't large enough to comfortably hold it. He said it would only be for a short time. One night at most. With encouragement the stone took it all in. As soon as it was out of him and was contained in the stone he stood up and took the stone out the door. He wanted it away from her. He didn't want it trying to flow back into her. He went and set it on his truck. That would be a safe distance.

He came back into the house to see how they were doing
and collapsed!

He couldn't move. He couldn't breath! He was exhausted beyond anything he had ever felt. The knight rolled him onto his back. He had no energy at all. His heart was missing beats. His lungs weren't breathing right. He was going down fast. This was critical. Life threatening. The knight immediately began working on him. Strong healing energies. He stopped as he realized he couldn't do this. It was too much. A moment later a large bright presence flowed into the room. It was Archangel Michael. The knight stepped back as Michael blanketed him with healing energies. They flowed bright and strong. But they weren't helping either. Michael said, I can't do this. And stepped back.

A few moments later a second presence flowed in. It was one nobody recognized. A very different feel. One tied to Seraphim. It was Archangel Uriel. Uriel said I have this. A very different energy flowed through him. It reach deep into every cell of his body. It was like it already knew him. It transformed all of the darkness to light. Within moments all was calm. He was breathing gently again. His heart was beating in a calm rhythm. There was a complete calmness in his body. He had little strength but all was flowing smoothly. Uriel said he would be all right. But it was important that he did nothing for the next day. Very little activity or he would drop. He needed intense rest. He needed to barely move. They thanked him and understood.

She was full of energy. It had worked. She could feel her arm. All of the pain was gone. She was full of life and dancing. When he looked there was no more hole in her shoulder. All of her energies were bright. Yah. What a relief. It had worked. All would be well. As it all wound down she thanked him for all he had done. The knight did too, as he thanked the night for watching his back that nothing snuck in. They all said good night as he went out to the camper. He had a waiting place still at the Renn Fair.

The next morning he awoke. He was still very tired and drained but all was smooth. He felt a wonderful stillness throughout his body. His heart beat a very weak beat. But it was stable. His lungs rested every breath, like lets just take in as little as we need. All was very calm and well.  When he could walk he went to get the stones. He would go to the river and ground the energies to earth, to heal them. He heard a loud Nope! And immediately the phone rang. It was his ex-wife, the Scottish Warrior. She said Do Not Ground Those! It is not your job! It was her job. She still had more to do. She didn't finish all that was required. It was a nice gesture to ground it out for her but she had responsibility yet to do. It was literally on her shoulders. She needed to heal the rift between the Fairies and the Elves! She caused this. It was up to her to again step up.

He wondered how she would take that. She had been quite vocal about hating the Elves. There were no kind words there. He felt like there was no threat of the energy reentering her so that part was good. A nights separation had somehow severed the tie. Moments later the phone rang. It was Guinevere. She said Archangel Michael told her to stop him from grounding the stones. It wasn't his job. It was her job. She would do it. She asked him to again come over for dinner that evening. That they would have a Ceremony. He agreed and spent the day in a park watching the trees and the stream flowing gently. It was a day of enjoying nature and resting like Urial had insisted.

As he got to her house for dinner there was a sweetness in the air. Cookies. She had picked herbs from the front porch and yard and had baked cookies all day. Lots of them. She had chosen all of the plants that she knew Elves love. She had made them sweet like she knew they liked. She danced and sang as she made them with her new vigor and life. She was filled with joy and love. She no longer had ill words for the Elves. Her healing had transformed her.

After dinner she had the Ceremony all planned. He and the Knight were to be by her side and watch, to witness. She chose the best cookies of each of the different batches. She carefully placed them on a fancy platter. She added a sweet drink in a glass. The knight and him followed her out to the garden. In the backyard was an beautiful tree. It had become a  sacred tree. It was one which she always celebrated in ceremony. It was her special place. A place of honor. The two men stood on each side of her. She removed the bird feeder that was there clearing a place. She said a prayer asking for forgiveness from the Elves. She asked for Healing for all. She said she was sorry for all the ill will between the two of them. She wished for uniting and friendship. She rose the tray of cookies up high and slid it onto the place the bird feeder normally sat. Immediately the two men jumped back a foot. They clearly saw two giant white arms come out of the tree. They were bright and immense. They stretched way down and wrapped around her. It was the Elves. They were giving her a giant hug. They let her know they accepted her prayer, her words, her offerings of peace. All was forgiven. The air was full of love, of joy. They were finally reunited. Ages had been healed in that one moment, by her. Gwinevere had done wonders. Transformed unseen worlds. She had brought great peace.

They went into the house and gathered at the table. All was wonderful. Perfect. She said the rest of the cookies are for us. They sat enjoying the wonderful sweetness she had baked. They didn't have much to say. They were basking in the warmth, the glow. All was complete.

As they sat and enjoyed the cookies a familiar presence came in again. They all knew him well. It was Michael. The Angel clearly said in words that sounded like a proclamation. We have Decided. He looked at him and said "We have given you a Seat."  It was a declaration. Something had been decided. The three of them looked at each other as Michael drifted up back to his realms. They took in his words and wondered what it meant. They all realized at once. What Michael said a few days before that he needed a 'seat' wasn't about a chair. It was a position, a seat someplace. Duh. They laughed at the absurdity of trying to interpret things while here on earth .They all had missed the message. They didn't know what it meant but surely it was significant. He went out to the truck and grabbed the chair. He said he really didn't need the extra weight rattling around on the road and they likely could use their chair back. They finished their cookies and soaked in the glow.

As evening wound down they all said their good byes. They knew all was complete.  

A healing took place. Not just for her, of her arm and body, saving her livelihood, but also a healing for multitudes unseen. She had healed a great rift that had lasted for ages. A task perhaps only she could step up and do. We may never know. The three of them joined together in the right place and time. And many thanks for all those unseen but known well. He was back on the road. Off to the next town. Wondering who he would encounter next, and what it would lead to. 

P.S. Many years later he would encounter Fairies in a magical forest. A tale where creeks change, where cliffs appear and disappear. Where the forest shifts back and forth between realms. He knew he had stumbled into a place of the Farie Folk. They greeted him for they already knew him. They Thanked Him for what he did. They saw and knew him well. They were glad he came ... as they put their foot down firmly. He was welcome to peek, but he was not Fae. He couldn't come in! He could play in their pools hidden in the forest on days when they appeared.

And watch out for the Cottonmouth who plays there. As we know you always do. 

A.Seriph.S@26                     

          {Images are from Lindsborg Kansas. A Castle from his childhood.}