Setting the Princess of Roses Free, Part Two

Setting the Princess of Roses Free, Part Two


Rosalie had to wait a very long time for her lover to find another pebble which rendered invisibility, for the young Prince had to travel across many seas to reach the island of the good fairy who had given him his pebble as a young boy, as a favor to his parents, the King and Queen of the Golden Island.

At first she was very brave, for she had fallen deeply in love, and the strength of that love lifted and sustained her, filling her completely from head to toe with joy. But the days grew into weeks, and the weeks grew into months, and still no sign of her love.

For the good fairy had relocated, so it took three months just to find her, and by the time he returned to the island the Prince of Air had whisked the beautiful Princess off too, she was gone. Her captor had grown weary of attempting to persuade her to love him, yet he didn’t want anyone else to find her. He had discovered she had a lover for the jenii reported her behavior and murmuring to him. Months and months brought many tears to the young maiden, heartbroken at not being rescued.

So she made friends with the Prince of Gnomes, who was designated to amuse her and cheer her up in a desperate attempt to bring her out of a deep depression. The Prince of Air was feeling a touch of remorse, for what good was it to hold her captive if she trembled with hatred and rage every time he approached her?

Well, of course the Prince of Gnomes fell in love with her too, and as she was beginning to think her lover might have perished, she agreed to run away with him and get married. But the night before their planned departure, the Prince from the Golden Island finally found her.

He had to travel through the Island of Despair to get to the good fairy, who was sharing the island with the dark fairy. On that side of the island, heartbroken lovers (all men) aimlessly wandered about until they happened upon another, then they immediately killed themselves together. Bodies were strewn across the path here and there, each pair killed in a different manner.

It was because of this island that the good fairy had taught her youngest son to hate women. For she couldn’t bear the thought of her favorite ever ending up heartbroken. Perhaps if she hadn’t filled his mind with such hateful ideas about women, he wouldn’t have found it appropriate to steal away the first maiden he ever fell in love with.

The Golden Prince was actually led to his sweetheart’s secret prison by the Prince of the Sea (who could also have been Neptune). As luck would have it, he had also fallen in love with the Princess, and was throwing young heroes in search of her (for her father had sent out several convoys at this point) off a cliff into the sea. But once he touched someone, they were able to breathe under the water.

So the Golden Prince found Rosalie, and they wept and clung fast to each other. Wasting no time after all they had been through, he gave her the magic pebble and they flew out of the fortress (for he had acquired the power of flight granted him for emergencies by the good fairy when he found her and told her all he had been through. She felt very sorry that her son the Prince of Air had kidnapped the Princess, for he was on the verge of heading on over to the Island of Despair himself at that point. Besides, the King and Queen of Roses were her friends).

The Prince of the Sea had been instructed by his mother to help the couple escape, and with his help they got the Princess across the Sea. Finally they arrived at the Island of Roses, where her father lay on his deathbed for sorrow at losing his daughter. Her mother was ruling the Island, and her eyes sparkled greatly when she saw the two approaching. If she hadn’t have been sitting in her throne, she would have shrieked aloud for joy and wept loudly. Soon she and her daughter gave each other the biggest tightest hug ever, and together they went to see the King.

His face brightened and tears streamed down his face as he thanked the Golden Prince, who knelt down and humbly asked for her hand in marriage. This was happily granted, and with the color returning to his cheeks, the King was able to pull himself up out of the royal four poster bed which had roses strewn all about it.

The feasting before, during and after the wedding was the most amazing anyone in the land had ever seen, especially when the King and Queen of the Golden Island arrived just in time for the wedding. For their honeymoon they sailed to a small island next to the Golden Island, where they swam in clear blue waters, ate lots of fruit, drank ambrosia and slept under the stars every night. Within a couple of months it was clear Rosalie was expecting, and they decided to take their place in the Royal House of the Golden Island, where they would learn how to become rulers themselves someday.

(This just came to me, so I wrote it down right away, I will add an analogy and a very interesting synchronicity which happened after writing part 1 a bit later, for i need a break now. Love love.)

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Setting the Princess of Roses Free

Mi moo mooThere was once a good faerie who had power over the four elements – the earth, the sea, the fire and the air. She gave birth to four sons, and allotted each dominion over one of the elements. The first was the Prince of Fire, which she felt to be the most noble of her dominion. The second she gave power of the earth, for he was wise and prudent, and to him she gave the title of the Prince of Gnomes. The third was a giant of monstrous proportions, and she was ashamed of him so she made him Prince of the Sea. The youngest was ruled by his passions. His passions were out of balance but as he was her youngest, he was naturally her favorite, so she made him Prince of Air.

Because she lived on the same island as the Fairy of Despair, she wished to keep her son away from the angel Cupid, so she told her son many stories over the years about wicked women who betrayed their lovers, leaving them heartbroken to the point of no return. In this manner she tutored her son in the art of hating women.

But one day he happened upon the Island of Roses, where his eyes fell upon the fair Princess Rosalie, the fairest maid in the whole world. He instantly fell in love with her, yet, knowing how upset with him his mother would be, decided to kidnap her and carry her away through the air to a secret island to be guarded night and day by jenii.

After she was whisked away her father wept night and day, a strange Prince arrived on the island and became the poor desolate King’s only companion. In compassion he set sail to find the lost princess. He fell in love with her at first sight, but seeing how her captor was the Prince of Air, he began to devise a plan to release her. Now the young prince was son of the King of the Golden Island, whose capitol was a vast kingdom made of Gold, which stretched from sea to sea.

I came upon a much more complex version of this fairy tale in my old Yellow Book of Fairy Tales, its familiarity bringing tears to my eyes as the memory of living on my piano loft in the multipurpose front room of the tiny adobe house sitting on top of the llano (like a mesa, but smaller) came back to me.

When our chores were done, my sister and I played for hours on our geodesic dome, stringing strands of lace we had secretly taken from our mama to help us with our acrobatic play. We pretended we were princesses often and Rosalie was the favorite character I liked playing. We had a faerie glen across the dirt road of our land. We had all four seasons and were healthy and strong.

Learning to chop wood made me feel stronger, and was a great way to channel off any frustration, sending it deep into the earth. Nature knows what we need, because she is our Mother and she loves us.

Rosalie represents the archetype of the beautiful damsel in distress, so beautiful that all who gaze upon her fall helplessly in love, but her heart belongs only to one lover. It turns out that the moment she gazed upon the Prince from the Golden Island she fell in love with him.

But, as fate would have it, the two experienced misfortune after misfortune while the sweet prince utilized the magic pebble which had been granted him by the good fairy, Queen of the Elements, to make him invisible. The stone would lose its power if he spoke, though, which is why he had to devise a plan to rescue the beautiful princess after writing a note to her invisibly in her chambers and then revealing himself to her.

This is analogous with the heroes tale, who must go through many adventures before he is united with his true love, and it is no surprise that he comes from the Golden Island. This is the first story that popped up for me after doing my meditation journey, first guided then just golden silence while holding my crystals and meditating on my invisible halos which are now neatly tucked into my head rather than being left outside of my body.

This is very cool and related to a dream I had last Fall about the Golden Age. In my dream all the masters, saints, avatars, wizards and saints of all incarnations throughout time and space in all dimensions were gathered on the top of a mountain which had a vast mountain desert which was like paradise.

The air itself was golden and as I flew in (it’s fun, we all fly in our dreams) a loud voice said, “Ho, Dragon Slayers. The time for slaying the Dragon is over. From this point forward you shall all be Dragon Tamers. The keys for the final battle will be found hidden within the myths, legends, holy books and greatest stories, fantasies and films of all time.”

And then I awoke. This was just after the autumnal equinox which brought in the Super Blood Moon total Lunar Eclipse, the Gamma Wave X hit our planet accompanied by solar flares of enormous dimensions and a huge upgrade of the energies on our planet.

As a lover of the Earth and Her people, it was then that this woman was shown many visions of my own life going back to my moment of conception while rebirthing myself during the middle of another night with no sleep. Like tonight. Blessed be, my friends. Blessed be.

To Be Continued . . .

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