(Dedicated to a little girl from Italy Nicole Elena Nicapopi of Rome, Italy)
Illustration of Mirela Pete Rusu
Motto: “The Unicorn always evokes the idea of a miraculous sublimation of corporal life and that of a supernatural power which emanates from what is pure.” (P.H.Simon)
In times of old, somewhere in the Apuseni Mountains (Western Carpathians), there was an old woman who raised a girl about whom nobody knew where she came from and who were her parents. The little house where they lived, was located in a safe place. Nobody passed their threshold except for some animals, the girl`s friends.
When the story began, the girl was 3 years old. She was a playful girl with freckles on her nose, with golden hair and sapphyre eyes. She was so lovely that grandma, that was how she called the old woman who took care of her; she loved the girl as her eyelight. Her name was Sya and she had a nice voice so that she competed with birds at singing. She used to sing from dawn to twilight, she sang as often as her heart wanted it. The wind took her songs far away, on tops of snow-covered mountains and from there up into the sky.
Not far from the house there was a waterfall with sparkling water streamimg down, whose fine drops gathered in dozens of rainbows which the girl watched attentively. Sometimes she tried to pick them up, but she hardly reach out her hand that they disappeared in another part of the waterfall. She wanted to put a rainbow girdle around her waist.
Seeing her so desolate secretly her grandmother secretely wove a girdle on which she sewed glittering glass pearls. In fact they were precious, colourful stones, picked up from a cave only she knew. After that she put the girdle away to keep it for when the girl would be 12 years.
Sya was just 11 but she seemed older. She was quite tall and slender as a reed, her white face like a jasmin flower, her blonde hair hanging down in a curly waterfall over her shoulders and her eyes were a clear blue with shadowy eyelashes like magnetic sapphyres.
On her walks on the mysterious paths of the forest she was accompanied by wild animals. All of them bowed in front of her and obeyed her as if she were a queen. But there were days when she preferred loneliness. Then she wandered through the forest to find fruit and flowers. On some mornings she ran barefoot through the wet grass, some other times at noon, she took a bath in the lake at the foot of the waterfall. The girl was lovely, gracious and very joyfull. When she laughed, through her lips like wild strawberry, one could see her teeth like pearls, small and regular. Her heart was filled with kindness and when she met a wounded animal she took care of it until it recovered.
The birds were competing with one another in singing for her dance and smile when the playful wind touseled her hair. Many times she bent and gave delicate kisses to the tiny, frail bulbs of flowers with dew on them. Sya watched everything with inocence, being enchanted by the birds’ concerts, by the delicate flight of butterflies, by the clouds floating in the sky, by the flavour of the forest and the calls from afar. A hay cock in the meadow with flowers had a special place for her, where she slept when at night, there was a shower of stars in the sky.
On rainy days, she remained in her room with the smell of wild flowers looking for the magic shine of a crystal globe found by the waterfall. It was a big sapphyre as big as a wild duck egg; the girl did not know what it was, but charmed by the magic of its colour and the figures that appeared on its surface, she looked at it for hours. When she turned 12 on September 1-st – a Virgo, grandma offered her a necklace. It was blue like the precious stone, but smaller. Then she also gave her a white dress, delicate and smooth as a snowflake, a glass pearl girdle in rainbow colours and a pair of Roman sandals.
Maiden, as her grandmother usually called her, shined in her simple, but very well tailored clothes. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks and some of them got caught in her thick eyelashes and got rainbow irisations when a sun ray was mirrored in them. Now, at this age she had some thrills which she could not explain. Sometimes, her smile disappeared and she fell on thinking for hours on end. She felt an urge, something made her go to the waterfall with silvery streams by the flower meadow.
One night with a full moon, when sleep came and overpowered her due to the scent of mowed hay, with half open eyes, she saw, amidst secular tree-trunks, a phantastic creature that blinded her with its powerful glitter. As if she had received an order, her sleep disappeared and she became the joyful and curious little girl that she once was. Carefully she approached the being that seemed a white horse with a unicorn on its forehead and studied it with great attention. Her heart was pounding with undefined emotion, but her curiosity pushed her ever closer to it. The drops on its mane showed a diamond-like glitter. The girl had not seen such a miracle towards which she felt a strange attraction. Sometime later she left, promising to herself that she would return.
Quite tired she arrived at home and fell into a deep sleep. She dreamed about the being that she had admired at the waterfall. It told her:
”I`m Unicorn. Don`t be afraid of me. I`m a divine creature and I love all that is pure, chaste, virginal. You are Sya and call me Yin. I`ll wait for you tomorrow, in the meadow with flowers, by the waterfall.”
In the morning, when she woke up, Sya dressed up watching herself in the water mirror in a clay vase, then she put on the nice clothes she had received as a present on her birthday. At the end she rubbed her palms with the leaves of a nice smelling plant. She looked again in the water mirror and left in a hurry. She walked with small and quick steps not to be late, but when she saw creature in its entire splendour, which the first rays of the sun made look even more beautiful, she could hardly walk any more. She stopped quite astonished, her eyes large in surprise and admiration. Then a melodious voice which resembled the divine tinkling of little bells, said:
– Come closer! You mustn`t be afraid. You are so beautiful! Would you like to go for a walk with me?”
– Yes, I enjoy walking through dew, even to bathe in it, Sya answered.
– Now, let`s have a bath!
Quite bashful, the girl got off her clothes and sat down by his side and then they began bathing in the perfumed and cold dew of the flowers. Happily, Yin told her:
-Do you know that dew enhances our powers tenfold?
-No, I didn`t know, but I`ve always enjoyed bathing in dew.
With the voice nearly in a whisper, he asked her:
-Do you accept to become inseparable friends and to wander together through the whole Universe?
With the cheeks burning of shyness and with the voice strangled with emotion, she answered him.
-Yes, I do.
From that day onwards, the two became inseparable friends; where you saw one, the other one was too. Sometimes, after recovering in a cold and pure water of the waterfall, he put flowers on the hay bed and she knitted blue bells in his mane, which was white as snow. They were happy and lived very nice days. In the forest where they lived, Spring and Summer were eternal. Sometimes Yang put his head in her lap and slept as a baby. This was a sign of great trust because unicorns did not approach any one. Even if they have magic powers, they were shy and distrustful. The spiral horn was decorated with sapphyres that resembled the blue Sky, of the waters and the planet Earth. The initiates knew the symbolistic of the colour of sapphyres. It expressed one of the universal Laws, the Laws of Kybalion : “ What is Down is just like what is Upside. I am the Sky and the Earth .”
We are not alone in the Universe. What you touch in Nature , you discover and this is in relationship with the World. People must remember these things . The horn of the Unicorn was a path among Worlds and the Unicorn , the divine messenger.
During the night, the two walked on unknown paths , flew among the stars and crossed the dimensions of some worlds unknown, but fascinating to her. The white traces that could be seen on the Sky, during Summer, were not only travelling stars but unicorns in flight.
Yang initiated Sya in the secrets of the Universe so she could become invisible. Sometimes, by night, they entered the homes of suffering people who, at the simple touch of the magic horn, became healthly immediately.The next day they told the people surrounding them , how they had dreamt that someone had come to them and annihilated their pain just by whispering to them :
“ Change, be kinder!”
People all over the world spoke about unicorns and the good they did for the world.
In this way, many years passed, many in number, but who could count them. Finally, the Unicorn accompanied her to a secret place, Kogaion, the Saint Mount of the Dacians. Here, their ways separated because everybody has a mission which had to be fulfilled. Maiden was *Sibylla Erythree who had the gift to make prophecies. The legend says that she was born in the Carpathian Mountains, in the Zarand district, on Dacian territory, that is in nowadays Romania.
*Sibylla Erythrică- the most famous among those named
Sibylla, was from the village Roșia, she spent a lot of time in Marmești village, near the Mama/Mother or Moma Mountain and in the localities along the Iad valley which are situated in the
Zarand-Bihor area,in Western Romania. (source: N. DensusianuDacia)
Floarea Cărbune, „Just for you, Japan!”, Editura RAFET, 2017
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