It felt like she was nudging her way around a very tight corner with a very narrow opening through which to slip. She was drifting again. She had received a message via the fairy that morning that the Cailleach had contacted them from inner space to tell Crimson to get her drum out and go directly to the central point of the labyrinth to see the Minotaur. She said not to worry. To pick up the drum with the buffalo hide and to be reassured that her own bull would guard her well.
It made sense. Although Crimson did wonder what this thing about inner space was. Why not just outer space? Even so, in her perceptive way, she noticed that she felt the Crane woman closer and more personable than she had felt her for a long time. A flood of relief poured through her body.
She was tired. Spring had come and she could feel Bride and Cernunnos back on the land again. The dragon energy was merging with everything in its friendly rejuvenating way and she knew that really she should just go with nature too and feel this lift within herself. But in truth, the experience with the second seed of karma had taken it out of her. Plus, she still had to collect another five and then work out the codes all before Venus went direct again on 9 April. It was 24 March now. Three more weeks of intense labour. Really she thought, I would rather have a holiday than face this Minotaur character right now.
Somehow she knew the third seed would be in this experience.
So here she was with her buffalo hide drum, riding the buffalo through the drifts of time and right back to Knossos in Crete to the very centre point of the labyrinth. ‘Bulls eye!’ she exclaimed on landing there. She sniggered at her own wit at a time like this.
Bloody hell it was hot in here. And boy could she feel the testosterone.
Before she could do anything she found arms grabbing her, pulling her into the space at the centre and then felt herself being shaken by a brute force more strong than anything ever in her life before. She thought her eye balls were going to be shaken out. She gasped for air in the spot where she stood in real time in her living room on Dragon Hill and let her heart and her drum stick connect even more deeply with the heart of the buffalo bull whose spirit took her on this journey through the realms.
Surrender. there was never any other way once you got to this point. You just had to step back and let spirit do the work.
She felt her self merge with her Buffalo Bull. The Minotaur who had been shaking her loosened his grip. She felt Ariadne taking the drum and sensed herself suddenly in a chamber of the heart in between the worlds. ‘Where am I?’ she asked. ‘Inside bull’s heart’ the Red Woman’s voice replied. ‘Grandmother!’ Crimson felt the love and the sanity in the Cailleach’s tone again. Immediately she felt the strength return to her feminine soul as she negotiated the accommodation of bull feelings inside herself right now.
‘Blimey, this is potent stuff’ she thought to herself. She had never felt so simple, direct, powerful and clear in her life before.
Buffalo bull met Minotaur Bull. The man stepped out of the bull and the bull of the Minotaur myth was white and European. North America met Greece too now. The Olympic channels of the Washington State came to Crete.
‘All you need to do is to hold this channel. You can do this Crimson’. It was her bison speaking now.
When she was to look back on this experience later, she was to reflect that this was the most powerful piece of sacred theatre she had ever experienced in her life so far. When she came back, which she eventually did, she would tell the story to her children that she would never find a cause to hide behind her fear again. She was to go on to work with the sacred bull and the medicine of his heart like a woman who had found her soul mate.
When she was to remember the image of the man who stepped out of the bull, she was to remember that he looked familiar to her, even though she knew she had not yet met him in person in her life. She was to remember that she needed to be here with the Grandmother and her own bull to initiate the reprogramming of a split that had set the world apart form itself. She was to remember that most programmes that we have inherited come from this point. She was to remember that she now carried the medicine to stop running away from herself.
She was to remember that what we most fear is in fact what we most need.
There was no battle in there. It was strange. Such a lot of fear for an act so peaceful.
The bison shone through her. The white bull shone back. They each bared their teeth. It felt like two big grins. Then she watched as a cloud of smog lifted from the white bull’s form. It was as if an enchantment was being lifted. She felt the Red Woman’s magic and saw her step forward with a potion bottle which she left at the White Bull’s feet. She saw the Red Woman dig her hand deep into the crane skin purse and pull out a card which she left there too. Then she turned to Crimson in her bison form and winked. And suddenly she was gone.
And suddenly the bull was gone. And bison left her form.
It was just her and the man.
They were just standing there together in a barren landscape with a tree.
‘Well, shall we go?’ she asked.
‘Yes, let’s go’.
They just stood there.