Commoner of the Dream
Commoner of the Dream
I’ll start by introducing myself... The name Kard, Kard Wylder, Professional Commoner and nothing more, that I’ll claim at least... I suppose I should tell you a little of my background... Hard to say what to go into... Hmmm, it’s hard to decided what I should tell you and what is best left unsaid... I'll start with my earliest memories, of my parents, or at least who I think were my parents, that seems like a good start... They were a pair of overly energetic people that wanted to do only one thing in their lives... Fly... My memories are distant but they would work day and night on contraptions that were supposed to let us soar with the birds... They failed more often than not... But as much as I remember, there was one time they succeeded, in a sense of the word, and took me up with them, which resulted in my waking up in a camp of gypsies, which is truly where my life started...
That day I will never forget... On that bedding that smelt of campfire... I was still very young, five years old by a guess, and I was surrounded by at least a dozen children my own age prodding me and making bets about when I would wake up... Makes me laugh to look back and remember it... Anyways, my soon to be best friend Alexander was made a good ten pence, four buttons and a shoelace off my fluttering eyelids... The troupe was compromised of the most friendly people I had ever had the pleasure of meeting... They all acted like I was one of the family, and quite a grand and large family of wonderful people it was... Alexander once told me that I was a "Blessing Child" because the sky dropped me into their camp. Never knowing really what happened, I didn't dispute it, I enjoyed the warmth that they showed me, and was scared what might happen to me if it was found to be untrue... The next ten years were to be a wondrous adventure for me... Seeing the most amazing sites, the most extravagant people, it was a life where anything was possible, and permitted... I was free, but more importantly, I never had to leave home... I learned so much in the span of ten years, how to dance, ride horses, gamble, but more importantly, how to make friends... I never did get singing quite right, but you can't have everything... Just between us, if singing was everything, our troupe was penniless... Which it was of course, yet that didn’t matter, it would follow up to led me towards the next travels in my life...
Ever seen that one thing that fascinated you? You just couldn't take your eyes of it, not even for a moment because it's all you ever wanted? A necklace, a pastry, perhaps even a well crafted weapon, For me, it was magic was what fascinated me... But I was never the one to be capable of it, I would never take all the time to train my mind and lose the ability to live freely... Till the one day I met Allegro Chauncy, yes that is actually his name, but then again so is the name of any stage magician... He camped with the troupe for a week, stupefying even the cleverest man among us with tricks not one could emulate... Though the reason he stayed so long is that... Well I can’t be certain, yet I guessed that he was lonely... After that week there was no question in my mind I had to go with him... Seven years and a bit later, here I am, my skills in stage preforming much improved, my life more lived in, and I’m the same as I was then... Kard Wylder, nothing unique, not royalty, not granted powers by fairies and gods... Just traveling with the winds, watched over by fate, blessed with the luck of being free. Free in mind, and life...
As for the dream, I’ve been in it awhile now... Seven perhaps eight months... Time passes quickly when you have something to occupy your mind... Since I started dreaming I’m met more people than my mouth would care to speak the names of in one sitting... I doubt it’s possible before all the listeners would get bored and lose track of what had been said or not said... And I have accomplished much more than I had hoped to in my personal development, and have done much, in my way to help the dream and all those in it... I’ll outlast Invictus as a bachelor more than likely, and the titles that I don’t use are getting more numerous as the days go by... Teacher, Master Teacher, Council Member, DreamSmith, eventually, what do they all mean? What do they all add up to? I will never need to know as I will always be Kard, Professional Commoner, and human. I will always be human, as I cannot exceed that limitation... Yet in that, I will always be free, and will never complain about that... I suppose I have given you enough about me to last awhile, and I will leave you with one of my pieces of philosophy... Every being is a song in the symphony of life, all struggling and straining to be heard above all the other conflicting melodies...” May your path be blanketed in help and your mind in freedom...
With sincere hope, Kard Wylder, Professional, Commoner.
