Feathered Serpent

The Tale of: The Feathered Serpent And Lilly the Lizard

Once upon a time, about 7000-years ago, there was a six feet lizard whoever wanted to cross the good Strait of Gibraltar, otherwise known as “The Pillars of Hercules,” by the way of a barge; her name was Lilly. Knowing this was very dangerous she hesitated, sitting by this huge rock named Gibraltar, which was known as one of the Pillars of Gibraltar, looking like a mountain than a pillar or rock though.

The Great Feathered Serpent approached her suggesting he could fly her over the strait to safety. Lilly thought about it, and although she wanted to go badly to view her friends and family in the deserts of Morocco she told herself to wait, hesitate, for she was no dummy, that she had heard about this creature, and he was the “Lord of Death,” and would surely have something bloody in store for her, should she allow him to take her without further thought, yet she couldn’t completely say no, and at the same time, neither could she think about asking him why he was so willing to do this. And so she pondered on his offer as they both sat on a cliff up upon this good rock, looking over the strait to the other side which was Africa, and another huge rock, considered the other portion, or brother to this rock.

For thirty-years he sat on that rock-cliff waiting for Lilly to make a decision, and then abruptly, Lilly asked:

“Why would you like to take me over to the other side? Could there be something in it for you?”

Said the Feathered Serpent, “I’m glad you asked that question, it is because if I do one good deed in my life, I will save my soul from eternal domination in the “Fires of the Dead Flies. “

Lilly thought about what he said for a moment, saying,

“Why did not you tell me these 30-years ago?”

“Because,” replied the Feathered Serpent, “If I would have, it would not have been a service from my heart, that is, unconditional, it would have been based on you knowing I was getting something out of it, and that brother does not work with the King of Birds. “

Said Lilly [happy as a peacock with its wings spread], “Let’s go then, what yaw waiting for, too much time wasted already. “

Well, knowing this, Lilly trusted the Feathered Serpent now, that is, knowing he was getting something out of the deal. Yet, at this point of time, the Feathered Serpent did not really want to take her across anymore, but figured he would even though he had lost his chance for salvation, for he had agreed not to mention his reward, and did of course–. Fine, he agreed he would, but added that he was much older now and he might not make it should there be a lot of turbulence and shifting of huge waves in the strait. Adding, his body was heavy and older now; so he explained this to Lilly, adding, he would have to fly low because his body was too aged to gain any worthwhile altitude, and the loss of strength after 30-years of waiting. He continued to try and explain to Lilly [as she seemed quite bored] that one needs strong wings to maintain the air balance in the currents of the strait, for at times wild waves, and contextual winds can bring the best of a flying bird to his death–moreover, not gaining or maintaining the proper heights for flying could be disastrous.

[Appalled at his whimpering she said] “Stop your belly-aching and take me. “

“Oh,” he moaned, “. . . the problems of getting older are frightening at times. ” He tried to persuade her not to go, yet Lilly would have nothing to do with it.

And so without any more a due, Lilly jumped on the Serpent’s back and insisted he start flying across the strait immediately [rushing him before he had second thoughts again].

As he could not fly high any of the waves were starting to hit his wings, and the winds were shifting his body up and down, making him dizzy, but he fought the currents of winds and put all the strength he could into his flying, as Lilly sat back enjoying the rocky ride.

They were now halfway across the passage, and the Feathered Serpent looked in back of him, he knew now he was at a point of no return, and should he try to return, would make no sense, yet going continuing was becoming alarming, for the winds and the waves were worsening. Intuition told him, it could not be made unless the weather lightened up. Now in thought, as he coasted just above the waters of the strait, he told himself, out loud, ‘I should have listened to my better judgment, if so I’d not be in this predicament. ‘ The mumble was overheard by Lilly, whoever paid little head to his dismay. At this juncture, he had but an ounce of strength left and each flap of his winds were weighed down with the heavy water being slapped upon them by the shifting waves. He knew he could drop the lizard into the sea by making a sharp turn, thus, saving himself, but after 30-years he got to like the lizard, and so he pushed on, forward, dismissing that thought as foolishness. He calculated he could continue to fly with that little strength he had left, for a short while longer, and both then would drop to their deaths, and so be it, he told himself, at least he had company, and friendship for a period of time, and a last ride across the mighty strait, even though it was not a comfortable one.

The lizard was thinking about his friends and family she had not seen for 40-years, although the Feathered Serpent drastically tried to keep his balance and height in flying. How happy they would be at his sight, thought the day-dreaming lizard, resting on the back of the Feathered Serpent. “Yes,” she thought, ‘. . . they will view me so fresh, refined, and polished, after all these years. ‘ For a lizard, she was not old; they live much longer than the life expectancy of the birds of the air. She told herself, how she would tell them all–all the good stories she had in her head, if only this flying-serpent could make the flight. Plus, she assured herself, he was bluffing; he was just trying to get revenge because she did not accept his offer sooner.

The Angel

Then all of a sudden an angelic-creature appeared and told them to turn back, that the winds and the high waves of water were even worse ahead; that there was a rock they could rest on about a mile behind them, that he could possible glide his way back with the currents of the wind. But the lizard insisted on going ahead, and threatened to jump into the water if the Serpent turned about, saying,

“You won’t get your good deed if I jump into the water. ” Not realizing the good deed was not part of the dynamics anymore, for the Serpent had told the secret, and was not given blessings on that. In consequence, the Serpent was no longer worried about the good deed, rather his friend’s life was his concern, realizing the angelic being was being kind, the Serpent excused himself to the being, and continued to fly straight into the vortex of shifting winds.

The Feathered Serpent got several sharp pushes of air in his face, whereupon he lost his breath, as his wings started folding, and as he coughed, trying to empty out the water from his lungs, trying to get his breath back, he lost height in his sailing across the water, and in a matter of seconds, ended up diving like a fallen pillar 25 feet down into the waters of the strait, –at the same time the lizard fell off his back into the turbulent waters as they both shifted with the waves, limbs and wings dangling above the water’s surface.

Then out of the clouds came the angelic-creature, grabbing the Feathered Serpent by the wings and saving him from a watery grave. And with a whisper to the Serpent’s ears, the angelic creature said,

“You are saved, not for your deed, but for your intent, for we’re judged for what we do and leave behind for history to record in its feathery book of foot prints. ” And with any kind of magical wind, the Serpent went ascending up into the heavens.

The Angelic Creature

Lilly’s head was bobbing up and down, emerging from the sea, resembling a turtle, or whale, as if spying on whoever were above the waters. She was not able, or capable of doing much else. There she rest, lost in its waters, with only the bobbing against her body, and the shifting waves in the sea, to amuse her. Her eyes looking up at the Angelic Creature, hoping she would be saved also, that the creature would save her. But the Angelic Creature simply didn’t; a paused and silence took place, as the Angelic Creature looked down on her, and then said,

“I shall make you the same deal that I made with the Serpent, should you find a friend or foe, and do a good deed, unconditional, I will bring you to the heavens. Should you not you will remain in these waters for eternity. ” Spitting water out of her mouth, she agreed, and that was the last time she was ever heard of.

About Dragon Mystic

I fell in love with dragons when I read Tea With the Black Dragon, and never looked back. Not the clunky winged Medieval dragons that ate cows, the graceful Asian dragons that could fly without wings. Later I discovered the elegant Welsh dragons, red and white, as described by R.J. Stewart in his books on the historical Merlin.
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