Welcome all, you have entered the Phoenix Lair

As my name traveled the globe, farther than even I could reach, many learned of me, and included me in their culture and so I travel to many lands, and revealed myself to all that believed in me.
here I have placed my story, as told by many who have seen me, each in their own way.

today only a chosen few are given the honor of viewing me.
one of these few wrote my story as he believed it to be.

In the Garden of Paradise, beneath the Tree of Knowledge, bloomed a rose bush.
Here, in the first rose, a bird was born. His flight was like the flashing of light,
his plumage was beauteous, and his song ravishing. But when Eve plucked the fruit
from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, when she and Adam were driven from Paradise,
there fell from the flaming sword of the cherub a spark into the nest of the bird,
which blazed up forthwith. The bird perished in the flames; but from the red egg in the nest
there fluttered aloft a new one- the one solitary Phoenix bird. The fable tells that he dwells in Arabia,
and that every thousand years, he burns himself to death in his nest;
but each time a new Phoenix, the only one in the world, rises up from the red egg.

The writer of this account of my existence was one of the few to be given the gift of my inner flame.
he was given a candle, lit by my flame, and it burned for the rest of his life, extinguishing with him.
That was a sad day, and on that day the sun did not shine. those who did not believe in me
called it an eclipse, but the chosen few knew the truth.

In the past, many were given the gift of my grace,
those who truly believed, as well as those who did not

The greeks worshipped me until their empire fell.
One of the greek scrolls that included me wrote

The phoenix dwells in Arabia,
where it lives close to a cool well.
Every morning at dawn it bathes
in the clear water of the well
and sings a beautiful song.
So beautiful is his song, so sweet are its notes
that the sun god would stop his chariot to listen.
There only exists one phoenix.
When the phoenix feels its death approaching
every 500 to 1461 years
it builds a nest, sets it on fire,
and is consumed by the flames.
A new phoenix springs forth from the pyre.
It then embalms the ashes of it's predecessor
in an egg of myrrh and flies with it to the City of the Sun.
There the egg is placed on the altar of the sun god.
and the sun god would guard this egg,
in exchange for the beautiful songs he would enjoy

This coin was a gift
from a greek nobleman

The first time a human set eyes on me was in ancient egypt
there I was known by many names
the most common was the Bennu
There I was worshipped as a god
Along with their older gods
slowly they abandoned their old beliefs
and worshipped me as their sun god as well
and maybe they would have abandoned all of their gods
but alas, my time with them was cut short
for I returned to my lair
in order to be reborn in the flames of creation
And when I returned to egypt many years later
only a small few remained
but I did find this written on a stone tablet

The brilliantly red and golden plumed
Bennu is the sacred bird of Heliopolis.
It was similar to a heron with its long straight back
and head adorned at the back with two erect feathers.
The Bennu lives on the ben-ben stone or obelisk within
the sanctuary of Heliopolis and is worshipped
alongside our gods Ra and Osiris.
It creates itself from the fire that burns on
the top of the sacred Persea tree in Heliopolis.
The sun rises in the form of the Bennu each morning.
Bennu is also considered by some a manifestation of Osiris,
said to spring from his heart as a living symbol of the god.
The Bennu symbolizes rebirth as it rises
from the ashes, just as the new sun rises from the old.

Although I never visited the china of old
My name reached it, as well as my glory
and as such I have been told of this
from a young chinese boy
who happened to wander into my lair

The legendary phoenix was a symbol
of high virtue and grace to the Chinese.
The phoenix, representing power and prosperity,
reflected the empress, and only she
was allowed to wear its symbol.
The "phuong" is the male phoenix,
and the "hoang" is the female.
As conceived by the Chinese imagination,
the phoenix has a large bill,
the neck of a snake, the back of a tortoise,
and tail of a fish. It carries in its bill
either two scrolls or a square box that contains sacred books.
According to tradition, the phoenix's song
includes all the five notes of the traditional musical
scale; its feathers include the five fundamental colors
and its body is a composite of the six celestial bodies:
the head symbolizes the sky; the eyes, the sun; back, the
moon; the wings, the wind; feet, the earth; and the tail, the planets.
The phoenix appears only in peaceful and prosperous times,
and hides itself when there is trouble.
Therefore, the phoenix is both a sign of peace and a symbol of disharmony.
In Chinese mythology, the phoenix is represented by the feng-huang, a bird
symbolizing the union of yin and yang.

As you can see, this story must have
arrived in china by word of mouth
and as such the chinese had
a greatly distorted view of me
even if confronted with me
I doubt they would have known who I was
 

In the lands of arabia, I was well known,
but my lair was only found a few times
but my flights could be seen for miles
and I was a sign of good luck
for those who believed in me

n Arabic legends, the roc, or rukh,
is a gigantic bird with two horns
on its head and four humps on its back.
It is mentioned in the Arabic tales,
The Thousand and One Nights.
The Venetian explorer Marco Polo
referred to the roc in describing
Madagascar and other islands off the coast of Eastern Africa.
According to him, Kublai Khan inquired in those parts about the
roc and was given what was claimed to be a roc's feather,
which may really have been a palm frond.
Sinbad the Sailor also told of seeing its egg,
which was "50 paces in circumference."
The roc is associated with strength, purity, and life.

This story of me was given
to me as a gift from one of my few human friends
on one of her visits to my lair
She has earned a place of honor in my lair
to you she is known as
Maurie
but to me she is a good friend
who has given me hope
she speaks of a woman named Tsarina
who may be the only other of my kind
and I now spend much time in search of her
these are Maurie's words
that have restored my hope
 

The FireBird was fabled to be a beautiful Russian named Tsarina
who had the magical abilities to transform herself into bird form.
When in human form, she was always adorned with white feathers,
perhaps a feather cloak, feathered dress, or a feather boa.
At night, she would transform herself into a bird with a face so beautiful
it looked almost human, glowing with pure white light,
lighting her own way as she flew, her jeweled wings sparkling.
She would fly out over the world to find the finest orchards
to satisfy her desires for the sweet fruits. She would sing her song, and the people
nearby would fall asleep, and then, when all was safe,
she would pluck the fruits and devour them gracefully.
If by chance someone happened to come upon her,
they always wanted to entrap her. She would cast a bad luck spell upon them.
This would cause their nets to snare, their luck to end,
and she would fly free. A piece of fruit left by the firebird as a gift
to someone, when eaten, can give the gift of being able to hear animal languages...
She gives a single feather to those she truly loves,
or to those who she owes a favor to... such as someone who has rescued her from a snare,
or given her fruit when she was famished.
The feather glows bright enough to light the path they travel, and
they have only to raise it into the air and swirl it three times
to call her to their aide when they are in trouble.

That day I planted a tree beside my pond
and every night, I sit in my lair watching it
hoping maybe she will stop to eat its fruit
and I would be able to gaze upon her
and finally no longer be alone

If any one visiting my lair should know of her, or even have heard of her or me
please contact my high priest and he will pass your words to me
HIGH PHOENIX PRIEST

This Poem was found posted on my alter
and I have decided to share it with you as well

The flaming feathers have burned themselves out.
An ash bird lies like it's asleep
But for her death and sleep are one.
Phoenix doesn't breathe now
She doesn't move
She's gray now
But the wind is changing her features
Removing ash from the deadened pile.
She's not asleep. Not this time.
Her beak is blown off slowly
Withered by the wind.
A light rain
removes her wings and
closes her grayed eyes.
In the rain she is becoming
nothing
But an oblong ball of ash-clay.
What once was Phoenix lies there
baked in the sun.
the wind can not take anymore of her.
The rain only bounces off her surface.
When the sun is out lizards bask on the Phoenix-rock.
Moons pass.
The Phoenix-rock cracks in the night
Lava light pours out.
Molten rock spills like albumen.
The orange-red beak emerges and
followed by the golden mane of feathers
and the liquid fires of a baby's wings.
When the wings are dried and made of heavy flames
She flies.
Phoenix, hope, love, and life are reborn
And mature enough to fly.

The writer of this poem has never been Identified
but a place of honor in the lair is left empty for his memory

" .... Now I will believe
                            That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
                            There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix
                            At this hour reigning there.
                                           The Tempest
                                       --William Shakespeare
 

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