The Legend of the Forest Guardian: A Tale of Majesty and Mystery
Far away and away deep in the woods which stretch into the forest, there lived one day a giant, a huge giant of unspeakable power and of unknown origin. This one was simply the Forest Guardian—a creature respected and perhaps evenworshiped by the people who wandered into the forest.
Some have depicted the Forest Guardian as a a being that towered over the tallest trees in the forest and these are myths that have been told from generation to generation as legends. Several of them viewed it as an enormous, gigantic looking entity rising even higher than the tallest trees and with irising eyes that glowed a vivid green. Some of the people dubbed it that which could camouflage and blend with the dark formation or replicate any entity that moved around in the forest at night.
But for all of the stories and the rumors, one thing remained clear: was the role of the Guardian in the protection of the forest itself Several issues were detected which influences the protection of forestry. There even spread a bond with the earth, the limbs of the creature intertwined with the roots of the ancient oaks staring out into the old forest that was thought of as their domain.
This is the actual true story of my grandfather; now an old man, but still with bright young- like eyes of a man full of understanding of many things in this world but willingly taught by nature. He greeted with respect the defender of the forest […] he began to tell them stories from that man who the forest helped to take out from evil people who wanted to economize all the treasures in the forest, to violate purity of the woods.
My grandfather opined that the Guardian was hardly observed but felt and could be felt whether it was like the rustling of leaves or the total stillness in a forest just before the arrival of the peril. It was a guard, who never let anyone go whose presence would not augur well with the new found sojourn of calm life in that place.
For instance, when I was little I went into the forest with no questions asked that I would be able to find tracks of the Guardian. I would just sit still and drop off my ears to listen to the sound of the leaves and get a glimpse of its form in the darkness. It seemed that any time I went out every rustle of the wind and every creak from a tree could be a meeting with this animal that was almost constantly in my mind.
Years passed by, and my desire to find the Forest Guardian became even more interesting. I tried to educate myself over every aspect of the forest, and so I had a look at all the literature involving the forest and gathered from the different stories of people who had a photographed experience near the forest. As each account rested on Guardian, the process depicted a being that was capable of ruth as much as it was capable of kindness, anger as well as forgiving.
In one case, the cornered group of loggers by insatiable greed entered the Guardian’s territory with no understanding of the consequences of their sins. The forest had great trees and animals that roamed around until men saw it appropriate to cut them down and mess up the forest in the process; a low growl rumbled through the trees, a warning from the Guardian. Branches started to shake dangerously and the ground seemed to move beneath them. Terrified as they were, by this new site the loggers were forced to abandon their tools, nightmares and flee from the forest.
To illustrate this, one of the stories depicts a story of a child who was lost in the woods and who was wandering had no recollection of how they ended making that decision; nevertheless, the child immediately found himself before the Guardian. In the last minutes, one does not feel the fear at all; the body has no tension, as if the child is engulfed in a large friendly giant who simply patiently waits for someone to come and save them. With the assistance of the Guardian the child was brought safely back to the village while still being the solitary source of light amidst the darkness that constantly envelops the world.
However, as in many narratives that painted the Guardian in a defensing manner, there were even more of the stories that portrayed the traditional wrath of Guardian. They also believed that anyone who intends to chop down trees or consume them with an intention filled with animosity shall meet a terrible end as the forest is capable of taking revenge with the power of thunder or an avalanche of trees, or even send the person up in smoke.
Yet, one perhaps has to recall that, for those who saw the deeper caveat of the Forest Guardian, it still remained a symbol of respect, and fear – awe of the natural world. It was not simply an ‘ogress,’ but it was the concept of the limitless bond between the forest and its occupants where even the smallest motion had to be respected, and so did the vast flow of the ecosystem.
Actually, as a child, I often communicated with the forest, but as I grew up, I got involved in more serious business and what seemed to be more important events in the world. However, the memory of the Forest Guardian, as an embodiment of the ruler of the forest, the embodiment of the uncontrolled and uncontrollable nature, remained in the depths of my head.
This leads me to the final part of this romantic encounter’s theme and to answer the ancient mystery of what happened on that romantic rendezvous many years before with one simple phrase: It happened on a crisp autumn day. Hence, I had to run back to the forest in the elimination of the noise of the city and its representations as well as to that serene of an innocent age. Some things had already started to turn in the trees and the earth smelt of some of the fallen leaves; there was the sort of mystery of the great unknown.
I went deeper into the forest than I have done before and that was just a result of a familiar messenger filled with feelings of instinct and admiration. I began standing under the trees and it seemed that they were whispering something to me and I felt rhythmical with the trees. And then—feminine, I think; at any rate, not large—between branches crossed overhead, where the sun was sifting shadows, I saw something—a tall figure, profile against the trees.
efore me appeared the call, the being known as the Forest Guardian, and its transparency raced through pulsations to where one could only liken its state to the wobbling water in the sun. Savvy and keen headed eyes stared right through me freely and with curiosity and yet, recognition, as if they knew me from the bowels of time and space itself. In my opinion, I indeed have the spirit to be a part of the land surrounding me, some of the feelings that the Guardian had went through me.
We did not sing a song with lyrics; we did not sing at all because the Guardian communicated only with the rustling of leaves and the gusts of wind. They did not have a dialogue, or the verbal affirmation of their mutual recognition of each other, of the woods and whatever obscure truths may reside in them. They smiled, closed door behind them and faded into the shadows as quickly as they appeared, and the warmth which was imparted to me was the only feeling of homeliness which has ever come into the Guardian. ”
With the help of legends which are located inside the forest, and in people’s minds who respect the only natural creations, Florida’s story of Forest Guardian is being told. This has remained relevant as a rasor for us today as the sign that nature is something to be reckoned with and if interfered with, it will produce dire consequences.
The view I have of the forest before me and that rush I feel inside my chest as I leave the forest behind with help me to take with me the unbear image of the Guardian – an eternal protector of the forest and a carving of the beautiful and confusing world that lies beyond the trees.