Dark Angel

Published March 12, 2006 |

white queen how my heart did ache
and dry my lips no word would make
so still i wait
my goddess hear my darkest fear
i speak too late
it’s for evermore that i wait – queen

After a couple days running around in Madison at Canoecopia it feels strange to sit here again at the computer to write. I have a bunch of things that will have to be talked about when I have more time but today we’re heading back to Madison for the last day of the event. So here’s just one quick little story to tell.Somewhere in England exists a dark angel. In the vicinity of Nottingham lies imprisoned an insane seraph. She can never be released. Consider this a warning to the people of the UK and to the world. Beware lest she escape to bring darkness to your land.

The story of how she came into existence was shared with me by a man who luckily escaped before she could silence him. He left England with only the clothes on his back and this saga. I dare not identify him for he fears that his whole existence is only spared in payment for his silence. But I feel I must warn you, so is with some trepidation I share this story.

It was a sunny (scratch that) cloudy rainy day when somewhere in England the enchanted men of a secret valley began to create an angel. From the genetic lines of her forbearers they brought her into this world. Each line of her perfect body was meticulously measured and molded by the skills of craftsman’s hands. Even without soul and without life, the rumors of her beauty began to cause the men of the valley to steel away from their daily tasks to get a momentary glimpse of her naked form. Townspeople remarked upon the activity that never ceased while this first true perfect being was being brought into the world.

In time artisans were called in to create for her a shield of such light as has never before been seen among mortal man. By the blessings of shaman this enchanted shield would reflect the inner greatness of all beings and frame them in the visage of mother earth. All who gazed upon her would only see the best within themselves. She would bring light to the world. But no one had attempted such spells before. And something in her creation did not go well.

I am told that at the time of the blessings, the shaman left the room in tears. Everyone around VCP could only imagine that these were tears of joy at such a marvelous creation. They could not have perceived to the true nature of what had come to pass. No warning was shared, no moment was taken. It seemed all was well. Days passed and they grew to have affection for their new charge. The white angel was now a living soul. Everyone was taken by her beauty. Yet, now with self will, she controlled the power of her shield and choose not to reveal it’s reflection. Maybe in a flicker of passing thought someone may have seen this as odd. They had after all, held out so long to see her magic revealed. Yet her gift was for those of the inland seas and they came to feel it was well that she did not reveal herself to her creators. Soon it became time to send her across the sea to her new home.

It is here our story turns. My confidant was the one chosen to escort her to the vessel that would carry her across the great Atlantic. At first he said all seemed well. The sun had been peaking through broken clouds all day and the occasional sunlight had put him in particularly good mood. As for the seraph, she rode to the docks in silent glory. He confessed to stealing an occasional glance at her in the rearview as he drove. They arrived in good time and he went about making arrangements for her boarding. Before long she was being removed to the large cargo ship looming near by. It was then as she was about to be carried aboard he noticed that something was wrong. At some distance he noticed something dark. A seemingly innocent black rectangle in a small recess in her otherwise perfect form. He felt a trembling in his chest as his mind brought into focus what he saw. He began to utter a vulgar phrase under his breath. It was a cable skeg!! At that moment he knew . . . she was an angel of evil. Yet before he could deflect his gaze, her shield began to come alive. He was being drawn into it’s reflection. White became darkness and forms began to appear. But in it was not the goodness of his soul he saw, but the reflection of black angry clouds and tempest seas tossed in a terrible gale. He saw himself struggling to stay a top towering waves, swimming alone, and being carried into sharp monstrous rocks. He saw in the refection of his own eyes a pit of terror as his mirrored self was enveloped into a great wave. Then suddenly the reflection was gone. The vision of his death faded into white as the shield once again became opaque. Time passed, a bird chirped angrily from under a tin over-hang, his thoughts returned to the world around him.

In those moments he could easily have let her go. “Americans” he thought, “are such twits anyway”. But indeed he was a man of good heart and he stopped her escape. And that is how she came to be locked away in a hidden location somewhere in England.

In great haste the craftsman were again called forth. They worked endlessly. No one could guess as to the number of nights or days. No one ate, and sleep came as a mist as hands continuted to work. This time each moment of creation was guided by the hands of the shaman who again wept as this new being came to life. But now as never before and with such joy as she could not have imagined. This new white angel shared her reflections freely with anyone who would gaze upon her glorious shield. They saw within only the goodness of blue skies, calm waters and most of all, their own inner beauty.

Within moments of being too late, the true white angel was again brought to the docks for her voyage to America. But this time all the people who taken part in her creation were there. In their laughter and tears they watched as the vessel she was on slipped below the distant western horizon. They could only feel envy in knowing that another such as her would never come into existence in this life.

Yet a battle is about to be waged. My confidant still fears the angels dark twin. Thus he came to America to warn me of what may come to pass. Rumors of the evil angel’s escape are beginning to spread. No one knows where she may go. England? Spain? New Zealand? We can’t be sure. And what’s more, he fears that she has minions who are right now planning the creation of a black angel who will be in everyway a replica of the white twins. Only this one is to be shielded in the darkest cobalt. He warns me that it will be also be sent right here to the Great Lakes just miles from our location. One can only guess at the reasons. It may be as early as July when the black mystical Acuta arrives. What then? What evil plan has been hatched?

Please take this warning. If you see a white Acuta with smoke colored lines. Look closely. Look for her dark hart, the wire skeg is the key. Do not be deceived. But do not look into her refection! I pass on this warning in the sprit of good fellowship. Take care. Stay well! Here on the shores of the inland seas we will gather to protect the true white angel so that she may share her reflection with all who seek her out. We will keep a wary eye out for the coming of the black one. We will discover its mission and somehow, we will tell the world.

Stay tuned. . .

Translation: The Valley Rep tells me they made the first version of my white Anas Acuta and at the last minute he noticed it had a wire skeg. So they made me another one. So there is an Acuta just like mine sitting at Valley. They tell me they’ll sell it over there. Dave from Two Rivers just ordered an all black Anas Acuta. We’re going to have to get them together.

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