Messenger, Wind and Weather
Associations: Wind, storms, small birds especially sparrows, starlings, and swallows, letters, communication,
Offerings: Candy/cookies/sweets, the envelopes of your mail, rainwater, soda/juice, feathers
Collective entities have always been hard for me to pin down and wrap my mind around, but the Voices on the Wind helped me to finally figure it out. When I first started to gather the fragments of this entity I was confused, they were so scattered and each one was so different from the other. The only thing that carried over from one fragment to the next was the movement and the whispering. Like a class full of first graders, they are constantly in motion somewhere, somehow and constantly chattering and whispering. They are the youngest of the Forgotten Ones, if they take on a physical form it is often that of a child, reflecting their youthful attitude and inability to sit still.
Much of the Voices on the Wind’s personality can be extrapolated from their role as spirit of the winds and weather, particularly the restlessness. Just the wind is always in motion, so to are they. They are as mercurial as the rains in early spring, and as fleeting as the first snow in October. As they travel the world enjoying, enjoying adventures and games of let’s-pretend, they bring the weather with them. And like any child, they’re chores can slip their mind when something distracts them, leaving some areas with droughts and others with floods and rain for weeks. It is this wind and weather aspect that makes the Voices on the Wind a favorite of the Salt Gatherer. The two can often be seen in each other’s company, like a grandparent taking a precocious child for an afternoon at the park. Except the park is the coasts and oceans of the world, and instead of flying a kite the two play with thunderstorms on strings.
If the conducting of the weather is a chore for The Voices on the Wind their favorite game is being the messenger for the Forgotten Ones, carrying the voices and communications of their older siblings to listening human ears, and carrying to voices of human supplicants and believers to the other Forgotten Ones. You can hear them sometimes, maybe you think it’s the wind through the trees, rustling, howling; it could be wind, or it could be distant thunder rolling in, it could even be the sea crashing. But, if you let the wind sweep over you, carrying away all other sound, then you can hear them. A voice, many voices, a choir singing in the wind. Sometimes a single voice will fall out of the clamor onto a pair listening ears, and sometimes all of the voices in the world will boom as one inside an open head; both are the Voices on the Wind.