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Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Xerxes - Part 4 - A short vignette




Terran note: Xerxes refers to Denice as “the hostess”



Xerxes - A short vignette


October 5, 2021


A DIVERSION PERHAPS FOR OUR HOSTESS? A SHORT VIGNETTE OF THAT WATERFALL AND SWEET WATER STREAM SO MANY AEONS AGO? 


I SHARE THIS IMAGE. SHE WAS OLDER. LONG BROWN TRESSES LOOSLY FLOWING AND CAUGHT IN THE SLIGHT BREEZE. SHE WAS LOOKING DOWN AT HER FEET. I DID NOT HAVE THAT VANTAGE. THAT VIEW FROM HER EYES. 


MY EYES WERE LOCKED ON HER THROUGH THE GREENERY. THE FOLIAGE FLUTTERING IN UNISON WITH HER IMMACULATE HAIR. HER GARB WAS A PALE ORANGE. NOT THE COLOR OF A RIPENED PEACH YET NOT AS SUBTLE AS THE HEART OF A PASSION FRUIT.  


YES. WE HAD THE LUXURY OF BOTH FRUITS IN OUR ABUNDANT ORCHARDS. THOUGH YOU MAY NOT FIND A SOURCE EXTERNAL TO THIS TELLING.


I WATCHED. I HAD BEGUN THE TURMOIL OF MANHOOD. YOUTH WAS FORSAKEN NOW. I OFTEN WANDERED TO MY HIDDEN REFUGE AFTER THE RIGOROUS TRAINING WITH BROAD SWORD.


YES I JUMP FORWARD. IN PART TO ENTICE MY HOSTESS TO CONTINUE. THE SCENE OF THE WATER STIRRED A MEMORY FOR HER. THOUGH NOT SHARED HERE.


I CRAWLED FORWARD. SILENTLY AS IF I WAS A HIBERNATING SNAKE. SLOW BUT WITH PURPOSE.


I LIFTED THE BRANCH OF A SMALL OAK. SYCAMORE. IT MATTERS NOT THAT PARTICULAR DETAIL. I CAUGHT THE SCENT OF HER. FOREIGN. DELIGHTFUL. UNLIKE THE WOMEN OF OUR COMPOUND. UNLIKE ANY FEMALE I HAD EVER MET.


HER FEET WERE BARE. I DID NOT HAVE THE MOMENT TO SEARCH FOR HER SANDALS. THE HEM OF HER GOWN WAS SOAKED IN THE STREAM. DARKER THAN THE REST. A SMALL THIN SWAFT OF FABRIC DANCED WITH HER BROWN LOCKS. BUT NOT IN ANY RHYTHM I RECOGNIZED.  


SHE HUMMED A TUNE. SOFTLY. ELEGANTLY. SWEETLY.  TO SAY SHE SOUNDED OF THE ANGELS WOULD BE FOOL HEARTY. ALL BEAUTIES SOUND LIKE AN ANGEL WHEN THE YOUNG MALE HEART FIRST FALLS UPON ONE.


I WAITED. I WATCHED. MY HEART LEPT AS SHE SLIPPED THROUGH THE SOFT WATERS AND UP AND OVER THE OPPOSITE BANK.


SHE WAS GONE! AND THEN I WAS AFTER.  THERE WAS A NOISE FROM BEHIND. I DID NOT TURN TO SEE THE MAKER.  I ONLY MOVED FORWARD. INTO AND ACROSS THE SMALL EXPANSE OF COOL WATER. UP AND OVER THE TUFTS OF LONG GRASS.


SHE WAS GONE. IT WAS INSTANT. NOT A SOUND AHEAD TO FOLLOW.


IT WAS FOR ME TO RETREAT TO THE CALL OF MY BROTHERS BEHIND ME THEN.  AND I LEAVE THIS MOMENT. THIS VISUAL HERE.


SO I RETURN TO THE YEARS PREVIOUSLY DISCUSSED.  THERE WAS  SO MUCH LAUGHTER AND LOVE SHARED. AND AGAIN I SAY HOW THE CHILDREN AND THE YOUTH WERE SPARED FROM THE PAIN AND SUFFERING THAT WOULD SOON PART THE CURTAINS OF OUR ADOLESCENCE AND YOUNG ADULTHOOD.


BEFORE THE CALL TO TRAIN. BEFORE THE CALL TO SEPARATE THE WARRIORS FROM THE WORKERS. WE STAYED FIT AND FULL WITH DAYS  FILLED WITH MOVEMENT AND WONDERFUL FOODS.  NOT A WORRY AHEAD FOR ANY YOUNG BOY OR PERHAPS EVEN YOUNG GIRLS. ALTHOUGH I REITERATE THAT WE DID NOT WANDER WITH THE GIRLS. THE NATURAL SEPARATION FLOWED WITHOUT QUANDRY. IT WAS  A SIMPLE DIVIDE OF PURPOSE AND OF PLEASURE.


IT OCCURS TO ME NOW THIS WAS PERHAPS EVEN BY DESIGN ALTHOUGH NEVER STATED. WAS IT THE GUISE OF THE ADULTS TO WHISPER THIS CONVULUTED SEPARATION WITHOUT ADVANCEMENT? PERHAPS. PERHAPS IT WAS THE NATURE OF OUR CULTURE. TO EASE THE CHILDREN INTO ADULTHOOD. TO PREPARE THE YOUTH FOR THE FORMIDABLE FUTURE.


I SHARE THIS THOUGHT NOW.  PERHAPS NO ONE IS EVER FREE FROM THE DESIGNS OF OTHERS?


THIS RETROSPECT IS FRAUGHT WITH DANGER THAT SPOILS THE DIVINELY DELIGHTFUL YOUTH OF OUR DEAR PERSIA.


THERE IS MORE. YET I LEAVE YOU WITH THIS IMAGE.  IN ALL THAT IS. I AM XERXES.



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She and The Beloved


 

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Terran note:  This parable reads to me a bit like a female version of Rumi. The journey of the feminine. Hope you enjoy it. I’ve had it buried in my computer for a few years.  Got ignored with all the other things that needed to be done…


 SHE AND THE BELOVED...


Posted on December 9, 2017 by Judith Kusel

             

 She searched for her Beloved From the minute she was born Yet somehow he eluded her.... 


And with it, came a Quest

To know, more than anything else, The hidden Truth,

The Hidden Mystery of Mysteries, That which had no voice,

Was not tangible,

Yet which whispered there

In the deepest depths of her soul.....


She remembered him when she was seventeen In the visions, the dreams

Which came out of nowhere.... 

She knew his face...

She knew his voice...

She knew him intimately... 

Yet, not where she walked

As she searched for him everywhere.... 


As he eluded her

She searched for the ultimate

In deeper knowledge,

The hunger inside her to know 

Was more than anything else... 


She devoured the books,

She researched

She prayed for a Higher path 

A deeper Experience

Of All-that-is


As she then served

The masses with all that she had... The women...

The children...

The men ....

The paupers and Kings....


It mattered not to her what titles they bore For she saw the souls that were lost


So she became the words of Love

And encouragement


 And often through her own tears

She became that light in the darkness

That Word

That Beacon


For she expended herself

Ever in highest service

For she knew no other path

But that of her soul

And highest calling thereof....


Then one day, 

all which she had so carefully constructed, 

And spend so many hours putting together

All fell apart....


As she saw how her work simply disintegrated

She threw herself before heavens Lamented and ask: 

“What is this? Why me? Why?”


And she was asked to let go

Take leaps of faith

And to learn to fly like an eagle

With wings perfectly fit to fly....

And shown thousands out there Needing her to learn to do just that... 


So she took flying lessons,

And she dreamed of the day

When she would meet her eagle

And could finally do the mating dance

And they would fly higher and higher And then she would fold her wings, And he would be there, catching her... And then reversed...


And she met her beautiful eagle She recognized his face

And his soul..

It was there in his eyes...

The voice...

It was as remembered

As Energy exploded

Within and without....

But within her was a torrent,


Something she could not voice

And more than this, a deeper and higher calling Which she knew she had vowed to fulfil...


And somehow that calling was bigger

And greater than the sum total of self...


For that hunger inside of her

To know deeper and more

And to return what was lost,

The Mystical call,

Was greater than even him at the time...


So she went and followed that call,

Never realizing until years later,

That indeed it was the call of her soul


To go and do what needed to be done, 

For she did not only do this for herself 

And the Quest,

But for the greater humanity....

In the midst of this


Love came to greet her

But she was not ready to open her heart and soul To embrace her Beloved

As yet,

For still there were memories,

And deep pain,

Which she could not voice,

Yet had a voice,


 It was unspeakable 

The pain....

And then,

She had to relive that 

And to release it

And more than this 

To forgive him

And all men

For the past lives 


Had the trauma

Of burnings, 

of shame, 

of being persecuted To the death and beyond...


And as the releasing came

 Something deep inside of her shifted And she felt that deep Love

The longing

To connect once again,

But this time,

Her prayer became the prayer of her soul, To love ever deeper

To have the heart open no matter what


And to experience ever deeper levels of love 

And being loved

And More than this

That her sexuality,

Her sacredness as woman

Her Rose

Would open up more and more

So that she could finally love

With all that she is

Without boundaries

Without restrictions

Beyond the beyond...


And she was taken to the Temples of Love In the Sacred Halls of the Divine

And prepared for her Beloved

Anointed with Rose Oils

And with the Preciousness

Which cannot be voiced...


She was shown the beauty

The exquisiteness of her Beloved Him she has loved of yore,

And whom she loves

Ad infinitum...


A new birth arose

And with it deepening of love

Which goes beyond love

Where the cosmos expands 

Within two


To become the ultimate Illumined Sun

As linked to the 7th....

And with it love deepens

Into infinitum

And explodes

As the thousand suns within suns 

Of all Wisdom and Knowledge 

And all That lies hidden

Within the Centrals Suns

Now finally made itself known.... 


Beloved!

Within you I find

That Genius

That Knowing

That ultimate State of Being 

I have searched for so long... 

Only with you!


You are my Sun

Of Illumination

You are the Soul

Of my Soul

You are the infinite Book 

The Scroll

In which I lose myself

Only to find that with each page I turn 

I find more to explore

And to love


To unite with within.... 

Sun of my Sun! Beloved....

You fill me...

I fill you...


And we are the filling 

The Knowing

The Wisdom

Beloved

We are All!


Ad Infinitum!

Ad Infinitum!

Ad Infinitum!


My homecoming

In you!


(Judith Kusel) http://www.judithkusel.com http://www.judithkusel.wordpress.com