Angels walk in

Angels walk in

I know I saw you

In the corners

A glimpse of you

Sometimes I wish I could see you whole

I know that on that day I will also see myself as whole

Will that day be the day I'm finished here? Will it be the day I leave?

Not trying, looking within, I see the outlines of you

Stronger than a glimpse

Warmer too

The smell of snow

This time I know why I can't see you whole

Why I know that there is a process that must be

I must be patient and trust

There is no rush to see and no rush to be complete

At the end I saw you

When it was time

Old friends we turned out to be

And I remembered I was always whole

That I could always see

And I enjoyed the wait and I enjoyed my blindness for it gave me the gift of patience

It gave me the joy of learning to just be where I was

Seeing you at the edge of my vision

Each day warmer

Clearer

Queen Corvidae, 0010, josie wakes up.

She woke up. It sucked. It felt like cold water on her consciousness. Waking up this morning felt harsh. Horrible knowing that things were forever different. She remembered the smell of the burning woods. Burning with an unnatural light, her woods gone. Her safe place destroyed. She wanted to go back to the oblivion of sleep. She couldn't though she knew. Now what? What would she do when she felt alone? She started to cry, a deep cry of grief. Not just from what had happened the night before, but from her pain of her life. She never knew her parents, she moved from place to place and she had found comfort in this small forest that day on the water. She communed with the crows and squirrels and seagulls and the small birds. They were her family, she felt connected to them. And there had been a group of crows she always fed when she went there. She was so deeply saddened. She hoped that some of the animals had gotten away. She hoped, she cried and cried. She was a mess, fucked up. she curled into a ball and drifted..... In and out of her grief. Again that strange sense of watching a movie inside of her head unfolded...


Queen Corvidae was numb. Her handmaidens were deeply worried. And when they worried they preferred to make it another's problem. Preferably with sharp objects. And with the result that the other was doing the worrying....

Who's got your back?

Lady of the burning heart

0008 Queen Corvidae

0008 Queen Corvidae by Alsia Soiset, Photo found on internet by Bob Bianson. (White Ravens and Albino's Exist in the Northwest, which is quite amazing and beautiful)
Skadi reached across the front seat of her queen.  Taking the steering wheel in her hands she brought the car into a supermarket parking lot.

"Queen you must press the breaks!" screamed Trix.  She was getting ready to slap her but knew that would have it's own consequences.  Dying wasn't one of them so she thought the alternative was preferable.  Whatever was happening inside of Queen Corvidae's head it was all consuming.  She was afraid to know what had happened.

Trix focused back to the problem at hand.  Stopping this stupid car.  It just affirmed her hatred of cars.  Flying was so much more convenient and elegant and it didn't involved huge constructions of metal flying towards other hulking metal death traps. 
"Fire!" cried the queen.

"They're dead, all my children at Carkeek." When she first connected to her lover and mate she saw all her beloved children.  Then suddenly she could hear the screams and see only bright light.  Fire.  Normally her crows would know to fly away but it was an explosion of fire.  Sudden and all consuming.  Her other children that lived throughout the world could feel her cry in their heads.  Throughout the world the crow world went on high alert.  The Queen had yelled inside their heads.
"Beware to all, there is darkness afoot.  I will find it and together we will remove it.  We will destroy this enemy so completely there will be no sound, no stories about this being, we are one family, united we will have our justice." And as a whole species they knew her words were true.  The bravest warriors from all the clans across the world were already finding their way to her.  Her army of black.

Story by Alsia Soiset copyright 2014

Queen Corvidae, Trix, and Skadi

The three..

Together beyond endless time

Together they will have to face dangers

Strange beasties not of their ilk

Light and dark, grey 

Family above all else

Loyalty complete

They will fight for their own

No one else

No matter what

0007 Queen of Crows story by Alsia Soiset

She could see through the eyes of her crows.  The mother and guardian of the hive mind of her winged family.  If she wanted she could access each and every mind for information.  Her consciousness held a thousand eyes and with them the information of the human realm, the spirit realm, any realm her birds could see.  They saw in ultraviolet and polarized vision.  Crows could see so much.  Odin in his wisdom used this ability of hers and of the crows to collect information, to sift through it and report to him.  Odin could see but the reason he could was because he had the Ravens and Crows working for him.  Without them his vision dimmed.
Most of the time she only allowed a select few of her crows vision enter into her consciousness.  Otherwise she found it difficult to navigate the human form.  Her mate was one of those strong connections she monitored.  He was in charge of their large tribe.  He oversaw conflicts and held court while she was gone.  She checked in as she was approaching her destination to see Odin in Ballard. 
As she looked through her mate's eyes she saw fire.  She could feel his fear, the crows in her family were terrified.  She started loosing control of the black Mustang. 
"What the Fuck!" screamed Skadi.  She could see that her Queen was somewhere else.  She knew that something bad was happening because her Queen, the strength of her tribe was ashen and looked terribly afraid and then terribly alone. Worst of all she had lost complete control over the vehicle and Skadi was sure they were going to crash into the car in front of them.
"Something's wrong!" yelled Trix.  Trix too was feeling the waves of fear wash over her mistress.  Her Queen was never afraid.  She was fearless and somewhat ruthless in her rulings.  This was bad, very bad......
Story By Alsia Soiset and copyrighted 2014.