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The Land Of The Blue Flower
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
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Science of Mind, August 1994
"The Land of the Blue Flower" by Frances Hodgson Burnett, a classic story which has been out of print since 1938, weaves the magical tale of Amor, a young king who is orphaned. The book develops the theme of living in harmony with nature and demonstrates the healing power of love."
NQ, NAPRA ReVIEW, Holiday Issue 1993
"Sure to put stars into a young person's eyes."
Press-Telegram, February 7, 1994
"A beautiful boy, the offspring of royal parents, grows up and is crowned king of a sad land that only he can lead to the path of peace and prosperity.
Hodgson Burnett has received much praise over the last century for "Little Lord Fauntleroy" and "The Secret Garden," but this story has slumbered in obscurity for more than 80 years. It was resuscitated by Griffith, who received a dusty copy from a friend a few years back.
The book has a New Age message of peace and cooperation that's in keeping with its publisher's usual fare, but no one can deny the timeliness of the story's message: Anger deflects us from the important tasks we face."
Judith Ann Griffith grew up in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, where she spent much of her childhood drawing and exploring the countryside around her home. As a child, she gained from nature a sense of security, wonder, and belonging that would later serve to inspire her work. After graduating from Moore College of Art in Philadelphia, she moved to the Midwest, where she worked as an illustrator and experimented with pottery, weaving, and gardening. For the past eleven years she has lived with her beloved husband, Jim, in the woods of Arkansas, spending much of her time drawing by a window which overlooks a river valley and miles of forest.
A few weeks before Amor was born, his weak, selfish boy-father--whose name was King Mordreth also--had been killed while hunting, and his fair mother with the clear eyes died when he was but a few hours old. But early in that day she sent for her venerable friend and teacher, who was said to be the oldest and wisest man in the world, and who long ago had fled to a cave in the mountains, that he might see no more of the famine and disorder and hatred in the country spread out on the plains below.
He was a marvelous old man, almost a giant in size, and had great blue eyes like deep sea water. They, too, were clear eyes like the fair Queen's; they seemed to see all things and to hold in their depths no single thought which was not fine and great. The people were a little afraid of him when they saw him go striding majestically through their streets. They had no name for him but the Ancient One.
The lovely Queen drew aside the embroidered coverlet of her gold and ivory bed and showed him the tiny baby sleeping by her side.
"He was born a King," she said. "No one can help him but you."
The Ancient One looked down at him.
"He has long limbs and strong ones. He will make a great King," he said. "Give him to me."
The Queen held out the little newborn one in her arms.
"Take him away quickly before he hears the people quarreling at the palace gate," she said. "Take him to the castle on the mountain crag. Keep him there until he is old enough to come down and be King. When the sun sinks behind the clouds I shall die, but if he is with you he will learn what Kings should know."
The Ancient One took the child, folded him in his long gray robe, and strode majestically through the palace gates, through the city, and out over the plains to the mountain. When he began to climb its steep sides, the sun was setting and casting a golden rose color over the big rocks and the wildflowers and bushes which grew on every side, so that there seemed no path to be found. But the ancient One knew his way anywhere in the world without a path to guide him. He climbed and climbed, and little King Amor slept soundly in the folds of his gray robe. He reached the summit at last, and pushing his way through a jungle of twisted vines starred all over with pale sweet-scented buds, he stood looking at the castle, which was set on the very topmost crag and looked out over the mountain's edge at the sea and the sky and the spreading plains below.
The sky was dark blue now and lit by myriad stars, and all was so still that the world seemed thousands of miles away, and ugliness and squalor and people who quarreled seemed things which were not true. A sweet cool wind blew about them as the Ancient One took King Amor from the folds of his gray robe and laid him on the carpet of scented moss.
"The stars are very near," he said. "Awaken young King, and see how near they are and know they are your brothers. Your brother the winds is bringing to you the breath of your brothers the trees. You are at home."
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