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Any of my unicorn moments come at night when I am outside, alone.
The wind
begins to stir up a little, and the trees whisper to me to stay with
them. I
slowly walk out to the open field behind my home and stand in the middle
of
it, offering my soul to the glory of whatever will happen. The wind
becomes
more aggressive, and I can feel it searching, prodding, hunting my soul
for
thr truth. It feels as though I am the one who has made this magickal
moment
happen, and the world is revolving around the energy I am feeding it. The
wind
becomes more hungry though, and it carresses my body, whisping thru
clothing.
My hair flows with the breeze. The ecstasy that it brings is so pure and
wonderful, I can not even begin to describe it. Perhaps a climax of the
soul,
rather than the body might give you an idea as to what it brings me.
Those
moments though....are so.... ::sigh of contentment::
*~*Marlene*~* DodgRamGrl@aol.com
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Dear unicorn,
I don't know who you are or even who I am,but I do know that reading
this page touched something deep in my soul,and I think that maybe I
have finally realised who I am.I felt like I was reading my life story,I
am sure I stopped breathing for a moment.I was actually scared and at
the same time jubilant to discover I was not as alone as I thought I
was.Everything you wrote is true:I have always loved nature,and try very
hard not to harm any living thing,plant or animal.I often say things
that surprise me,I am only 15 but I could swear I have been on this
planet for many centuries.I have always been drawn towards unicorns,not
just mildly interested but fascinated,but I have never wanted to "be"
one because I always felt in a way I already was one.Ever since I was
little I have had a strange attraction to objects in the middle of my
forehead,and when I watched the Last Unicorn[my favourite movie]and saw
the star on the lady Amalthea's forehead it suddenly occurred to me why.
Plus I have always been fascinated with hands,and to a lesser degree
feet,as though I have never known them before.But perhaps strangest of
all is the fact that my mother said I was a unicorn,and I know not why
she would have said that unless she saw what I was.But I never imagined
in my wildest dreams that there were others out there as well,and I feel
like I have finally driven the red bull into the sea and discovered that
I am not the last.
Meg.email me at harpi@start.com.au
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I have two things for you. One is a 'moment', and I believe I may be
a unicorn. It made sense when you said the unicorn kind may have been
reborn into a human life, and I feel I am one of them.
Also, I saw unicorns about a year or so ago. There were two of them,
and they were beautiful. This may sound strange, or maybe stupid, but
I saw them my friend, I saw them.
I was walking in a certain field near my house, a field I love. On
the other end of the field, a small distance, I saw two white unicorns
run out of the woods. They ran to the middle of the field, I was on
the edge. I saw there hooves sparkle and the horns glisten.
I had walked out to the field because a fog had rolled in from
nowhere, and it was sunny. I saw them as soon as I was out of the
trees. They were all white, and I could not tell if they had cloven
hooves or not. But their manes and tails were full and white. They
were very curly... Not the way I pictured them.
Their necks were strong and legs thin. They looked just beautiful. I
stayed for a while, crouched, but they spotted me soon enough.
Although they did not go, I 'felt' the notion to leave, and I left
them be. I have not seen them since, but I will paint them as soon as
I get my airbrush.
They really were beautiful, and you do not have to believe me, but I
know that they are still alive and that they still roam the earth, or,
this dimension... at the least...
I wish I could see them again, but now I know they are true, and I
hope you believe me... no one has so far...
--Marista <qmarista@yahoo.com
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A while ago, my boyfriend and I were walking through the woods with one
of our friends. We came upon a hurt fox, he had somehow injured his foot. Our
friend wanted to bash his head in--to put it out of his misery, but I
told him that we should try to help it. He had his eyes closed, but he was
breathing. We ran back to the car and drove to the emergency vet. Although the vet
wasable to get the fox stableized, he was not able to wake him. I was
worried for the poor thing and although it was rather late at night, I wanted to
stay with it. I felt as though there was abond between us. Soon the doctor
came to us and said that he didn't think the fox would make it through the night.
The tests that he had run showed that the fox was very sick. I stayed with
the fox until two in the morning when suddenly, he awoke. The doctor did
some tests and told us that there was no sign of the illness that was there
earlier. As we set the fox back in the woods to go home, he looked at us
as if to say "Thank-you. You believed in me and you helped to save my life."
I know that sounds awfuly cliche, but I promise you, I really believe that
is what our little friend was thinking.
UnicornMDS@aol.com
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