The Unleashing

When he arrived on a great viking ship there was talk of a god descending on earth.
Those who believed and had the eyes to see were only the few.

When he stepped onto that land all were perplexed as thunder and lightning rustled the reality of the sleepy fishing village that night. 
Because he arrived many felt a chill in their bones as their lies penetrated their souls.
Their greed and hurt could no longer go unhealed.
Many left the village saying that these storms were far too dangerous for them to stay on the rocky shore.

The few that looked upon the great storms and felt the longing of home, drew nearer, and kept warm through the horrible winter that tore open mountains with its cold.
By that spring only few had remained and somehow when they emerged to the singing birds, they were awakened in a way they did not know before.

Others joined them, from far and wide, yet the ones that had weathered the storms had an unspoken understanding in their eyes.  They respected each other and when they would meet, a hardy laugh would be shared by all who were near, for the great storm of opening consciousness was amongst them and most that beheld them knew nothing of it. 

Before long Thor left the village and made his way into the mountains  The mermaids had spread their influence amongst the sailors who they rescued from the great ship wrecks.  They whispered that a great power resided in the trees far above the sycamore peaks.  This is, after all, what Thor came for and when the word reached him, his spirit moved through the trees as elephant herds, having no remorse for the life sacrificed.

As he felt her power in the depth of the great mountain cave, his eternal hammer lifted and with its might cast down, a great thunder rolled with a lighting bolt that blinded the sky.  As it cracked down upon the peak, the core of the mountain heated and erupted with lava engulfing the girl within it.  From her ashes rose a great phoenix.  She, now a fire bird, free to dance upon the land in the hearts of mankind.

When the passions of mankind would rise, feeling the ecstasy of life, it was she who's wings touched their thighs.  When artists and poets were moved to creation and when mothers felt the sexuality of giving birth to their babies, it was she who danced on their flesh.  It was she causing the young maidens to run away with their lovers.  It was she exciting children to dance and men to flirt with strange women they never knew before.  Her spirit was the risk of the pleasure of creation of mankind and once and for all she was let loose upon them.

So when you have a grievance with a passion that drives you wild with lust or are driven helplessly to take risks with your own life for another with no regard for the sensible, thank Thor who cracked open the mountain, unleashing the passion of Pele on all life, for all time.