The Phoenix – Character Bio

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The Phoenix –  Birth

 

When she walks into the room, all heads turn.  Her glimmering ruby hair sprinkled with iridescent golden streaks, and starlight white and purple highlights, her crystal ocean blue eyes accented by a hint of matching glitter, by long and thick black eyelashes, her ivory translucent skin, highlighted by the slightest tint of cinnamon cheeks and luscious velvety burgundy lips make her a stand out.

 

Her clothes are just as eclectic.  No outfit is ever the same and each one is more colorful than the one before.  There is always a metallic, shimmering to what she wears.  The sleeves of her robes are long and wide, like an eagle’s wings echoing their colorful expanse.  She does not frequent any renowned designer.  Where her clothes come from is just as mysterious as she is.

 

She is never seen anywhere before her services are needed and won’t be seen again unless they are completed.  She cannot be summoned.  Her exploits are known only to those whom she has helped, and they are then sworn to secrecy.  If you see her, it is because someone is in need. Every once in a while, though, for her personal curiosity, she may appear at an event she considers intriguing.

 

You cannot reach her.  She comes to you.  How does she do this?  Only she knows.

 

Her mind and psychic abilities outshine anyone else and are another mystery.  She does not belong to groups of psychics, soothsayers, or any other such ilk of personages.  Her ocean-blue eyes see everything and everyone and aid her in how she chooses her next client.  One does not merely seek her out-she will seek you out when your situation warrants it.

 

So how does she do it?  She meditates and looks at her magic crystals, her Tarot cards (though she does this just for fun and doesn’t put much stock in them-they merely provide a possible path) and any other spiritual tools she has accumulated through her numerous years and voyages throughout Earth (and perhaps other planets?).  She sees many interesting or fetching revelations, but only the most helpful capture her attention.  Once her mission is considered an intricate part of someone’s destiny, she will contact that individual.  She will just appear wherever that client might be. Whether she decides then to select that client depends on many factors and there is never the same set of circumstances to catch to her attention. The rules vary from case to case.

 

She is often thought to be other worldly.  Her powers are rumored to be supernatural and that is the reason she is called, “The Phoenix.”  The Phoenix, being born and born again of dangerous events, will always resurface.

 

Free Spirit

 

Slivers of the dawn’s early light have

Just descended,

Glistening crystals of dew sprinkled

Along your way.

Do you take notice of them, or do you

Unconsciously

Pass them by?

Do you steal a glimpse of their

Wondrous beauty,

Suddenly recognizing that your own

Piercing glance

Is being identically mirrored

Back to you,

By the Free Spirit who is smiling

Back?

Do you suddenly inhale deeply

And appreciate

The awakening of the roses,

The daisies,

The bluebells, the morning glorys –

Permeating the yet uncontaminated

Morning air,

Savoring all their magnificence

In a secret part of your memory

The Free Spirit has taught you

Alone how to access;

One you alone can now

Conjure at will.

One you need share with only yourself,

When you feel the need to remember

What it means to be a Free Spirit.

These secret memories can be shared

At will with other Free Spirits.

All you have to do is think it, wish it,

And they will enter the universe,

To be plucked out of the air

And shared with the one

You know is in your heart.

To be the other Free Spirit,

The one who doesn’t fit,

In the round hole or the square peg;

The Free Spirit who has suddenly appeared

In your world

To tear down mere earthly understandings,

Replacing them with infinite spiritual experiences

So that you, too, can perceive them

As other Free Spirits do,

Because hopefully you are more aware too,

Of the guidance of the Free Spirit

Sent to you by powers that may be.

You still do not understand,

But you will,

So that now you, too, can venture out

From your black and white world

And accept the guidance of your

Free Spirit

You have now discovered.

 

Copyright 2012

When we meet again

When we meet again

You will be whole

With no cancer eating away

At your insides and outsides,

Where we can travel

Anywhere we want

As we have always planned.

When we meet again

I, too, will be whole,

Free of all of these ailments

You have left me to deal with

On my own.

When we meet again

The pain will finally be over

And I will embrace you

As I have never done so before

Gloriously and deliriously happy

To just see your beautiful face

And hold your hands in mine.

When we meet again

Peace will be the only option

And those I will have left behind

Will not grieve long knowing

I have found you, still waiting for me,

After all this time.

When we meet again

Our grandchildren will be grown

And have fond memories

And their parents’ love

To ease them through their pain

Of losing the one of us

Whose time it actually was

To leave.

 

Copyright 2012