Child of Time

Child of Time

Your life is important, Every life is important

Child of Time Perspective

This metaphor reframes the feeling that most people have about not achieving enough in their life. It is designed to give people a perspective on life. While your part in other people's lives may be small, it is important, and in fact essential: everyone's life is worthwhile..

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Extract from Child of Time

I wonder if I have ever told you the story that an old friend of mine once told an old friend of mine to tell to me one time my old friend was diagnosed with a medical problem... or maybe it was a bereavement… something like that…
and some things can really make you think, can't they?... and start you thinking changing thoughts... about your life... about what might have been... about what it all means... about where we are going... and who we are...
So my friend went out into the countryside somewhere... to get space to think... and after travelling for some time... not really thinking at all... found a lovely quiet place... in a sheltered grove... in the shade of some trees...
... settling down comfortably... just sitting and relaxing deeply now...
it seems my friend went for a stroll... or maybe was thinking about a stroll... or maybe just dreamt about a stroll...you sometimes can't be sure about some things, can you?...
maybe you can imagine... walking slowly... deep in thought... soft dappled light under trees... warm and comfortable... mind emptied and calm... and going down a path... grass crunching under your feet... idly kicking aside twigs... pebbles...V
and dislodging a flat stone... and underneath... a round hole... the neck of an old clay pot...V
and dislodging a flat stone... and underneath... a round hole... the neck of an old clay pot...
and inside... some dusty stuff... and a bracelet... of red coral... bits of coral... from some distant shore... polished and worn from long use... warm from the sun... the sort of thing somebody might wear... as an ornament...
and you pick up the bracelet... and holding it in your hand... it almost feels alive... and you hold it up to the light... and light sparkles off it... and you feel dizzy...
and a strange sensation comes over you... your eyes flicker... the air shimmers... the sky brightens... the landscape changes... everything looks fresher, greener, lighter... different... the air smells young... and you look around... the valley in front of you is strange... the trees are different... and smoke rises from a faraway fire... and there is a female figure standing before you... dressed in strange clothes... she looks at you... her eyes lock on yours... and you are drawn in by that gaze... and you are turning, swirling, falling, tumbling down deeper into deep dark space...M
In the depths of your mind is a rustling... ghostly fingers turning... brightly coloured sounds swirl round... tastes and smells move past...
and in your mind... silent words... ‘I am Annalis. I am Annalis. I am the guardian. You see me in the moonbeams on standing stones... you hear me in the wind that whispers welcome to the dawn... Look upon my valley... is it not good?'...
I sense a sadness... allow your mind to clear...
And now... it is night... dark dark night...long ago... on a hillside path... you and many others... climbing... through the hours... torches flicker in the night... cold stars blazing high above... and chanting... in the sacred place... a funeral pyre... at the signal... you throw your torch... hundreds of burning torches arc through the night... and the smoke from a mountain top beacon bears the soul of Annalis to the other place... V
And the voice of Annalis says K
'Look upon my valley... is it not good?... I have watched from this hillside... countless generations... came and went... the land remained...tiny seedlings grew to mighty oaks, endured flood and tempest... they too passed away...
You are a child of time. You are a child of this land. The blood of the ancestors runs in your veins... the blood of chieftains and heroes, seers and poets, artists and dancers... the valley remembers you... '
Yet in your mind you hear the words 'But who am I? I am no hero... or artist or poet... I am nobody... I have done nothing... achieved nothing'
and the words that are not words whisper more...
and the words that are not words whisper more...
'Look upon my valley... is it not good? My bones have lain here long ages... to watch, to wait, to guide. I too was young once. I was full of life like you. I studied with the wise women of Cernulas. I served the Masters of Kell. I learned the song of the wild places, the secret signs writ on distant hillsides, I was a weaver of spells and potions, heard the hunger of the old days... I walked in the time of ice and fire. None surpassed me in wisdom and power. I am the Annalis the Enchanter. Annalis the Windcatcher. Once, great warriors trembled at my feet. Now I am dust. We all go to dust. What matters is what lives on.
I sense a sadness in you... Come with me.
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