In order for your heart to open fully, you must solve my riddles correctly. I will give you a puzzle first.
Lucifer
An image of a heart-shaped lock fills my inner vision. I was born with a lock and a chain on my heart because that was the shape of my first jewel, a bracelet given to me by my godfather at baptism. It was made out of twenty-four-karat gold, and it was at least a hundred years old at the time. I wore it on my left hand as a child, unaware of its significance and the chain of love stories that I will once start seeing that lead deep into the past.
I see another object of my childhood. A collectible card with golden print, memorabilia from the 1995 Disney movie, Pocahontas. I was enamored with it, and I made a secret altar to this picture of Pocahontas and Captain John Smith kissing inside of my jewelry box. It was my first magical object, a summoning box, even though at the time I didn’t know anything about magic, or the love that I am trying to summon. It was my perfect man, who I knew existed somewhere, so I put him in the jewelry box next to the gold bracelet with a heart-shaped lock and I cast this terrible spell on myself to bind myself to a destiny that I must follow.
Lucifer’s mind rests on this image until its full significance creeps into my mind. There must have been a reason why I was so touched by the story, that I made an altar to it. She saved his life. He turned his back on her and chose instead his career, conquest, and glory.
Of course, he did. He chose his career over me. That’s what he does. I don’t need to scry it. I know this is one of my stories because I just felt it. Instant passionate resentment, like a kick into an old wound that has healed over and over for decades.
Many things were chosen over love; power, duty, loyalty to others, freedom, even pride.
Lucifer
In the Disney version, she chooses loyalty and duty to her people over him.
In the historic movie version starring Colin Farrell, it was his choice to leave the paradise where he lived among the Natives because it’s ‘just a dream.’ Before he returns to England, he lies to her out of compassion, spreading the false news that he died, thinking that she will just move on.
Devastated, Pocahontas is eventually comforted by someone else, and marries another Englishman; a good man, loyal to her. But in the end, her heart betrays her. When she learns later on that John Smith is alive, she rejects her husband violently, still believing that it’s their destiny to be together.
She sails all across the ocean to the Old World, where meets privately with Captain Smith, who admits he may have made a mistake in choosing his career over Pocahontas. He says that what they experienced in Virginia was not a dream but instead ‘the only truth’. Asked if he ever found his Indies, he replies, ‘I may have sailed past them.’ They part, never to meet again.
She finds consolation in appreciating her husband for the man he is, but her heart betrays her. There is no happy ending, she dies of it, soon after. Not by an illness, like the story is told; I know poor Pocahontas died of her passion. Like Juliet.
Maybe that’s why she locked her heart from it, and she handed me this golden chain across history. I have seen it in my visions, the Luciferian chain made out of high magic that connects twin flames. ‘A ball and chain’, you called it, but every link of it has been forged by free will.
What do I even do with all these stories?
They are just stories. They do not need to be relived over and over.
Lucifer
They do not need to be relived, but they will be told. In story, song, and cinema. They will be, because in the end, they don’t belong to you and me, because of who we are, they now belong to everybody.
