The Justiceers - Part Five: Chapter Four
the next chapter in my forthcoming novel
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
Part Five: Chrysalis
5.4
Urina Markéos was carving a path into heaven, and Celine was by her side; this was how things were meant to be.
There was a time after they’d first found each other, when Urina hadn’t known what to do with the kind of love Celine had shared, the ways she would go through anything to remain by her side. It bothered her — she didn’t know why.
Urina was a God.
So were many others, and Peidirò itself. The spirit of one supportive force in nature which bore itself through half the people and consciousnesses of the world. Nothing man or woman about it. They were a dark creative spirit who made this universe from the ground up and birthed themselves into all creation at many levels of embodiment.
Celine was a Goddess.
This was the only other soul in the universe, equally dispersed within the celestial bodies and human beings throughout, making way for love in all their doings; leaders building towards heaven.
Every embodiment of God and Goddess throughout this universe and all of time space, until the eternal nexus point shared between lifetimes, found each other most challenging. Yet, something would simply not let go inside.
It was purpose; they’d always feel it.
The Goddess was teaching God in this universe, about themself, and what it means to love. God was teaching the Goddess as well, only to not long for such control, how to respect themselves, and inspire them to see things clearly as they were in the universe.
Together these divine embodiments could create both terrifying realities, and most glorious ones, all quite in tandem with each other. Timelines — that kind of thing. The universe is black and white, but it’s also super fucking complicated. The more you know, the less you wish you did.
Yet every world, every life, would have most powerful embodiments of these energies; most extreme mother fuckers. They would push the limits of both sanity and abrasiveness in both directions, learning from their abundant failures, and creating the most healing change from their reconciliation.
Celine had been a stray, and she’d found Urina; the most glorious Chieftan, such a solitary woman. She hadn’t wanted to leave her side. Yet it was too much for this lone warrior to take, a heart inside so strong and powerful which contained within the light of this universe’s darkness. Thinking of taking on an old dog like that who would surely pass and leave her alone again, it was just too much to even consider — though she’d not know that was why — this had caused her to push them away, and hope she found a different home. They were too sweet, and she’d felt she hadn’t deserved someone like that, not knowing what was inside Celine’s heart.
Urina’s darkness resided there, as did God’s peace within every Goddess throughout this universe, it was hidden within the lightness of their beings, left so often unseen.
Every paired expression of both great spirits had the same purpose; to draw balance from one another, helping to create a peaceful explosion of healing love which would change not only their own worlds, on their own timelines, but the history of time itself.
This had been written.
These most extreme reconciliations, from those bravest hearts who undertook the challenge of working closely with the full energies, allowing such bandwidth of soul to pour through them within lives, would experience much other would not. They would see things, feel each-other, share connections which transcended all limitations, and together change what was to come.
Carving a path through Kalkùa’s ancients, making such pace for Mt. Ecketai, to be ascended this day for the first time, by these two alone, where they would find hope for a future which would truly change things for the better. A most powerful healing was happening.
It was the first opportunity since they’d been separated where they had the chance to explore together properly, in fact, the very first time at all.
Celine was glowing so brightly, having found a peace she’d sought so long, to know again what if felt like to feel the love she held for Urina, and to at last see it returning her way. It made her feel at home like she’d not once before.
Urina was having the best time, not having smiled this big since they’d been together before, at least in spirit. There was just something right about them being around each other, it was the coziest.
Mightiest swells of Utega smashed and arched in enormous walls of mist as Urina and Celine had taken a short leave of their journey upon its shore, below them, were cliffs of jagged, pock-marked amber stones the size of houses.
Something had been happening within the two of them, developing esoterically in the cycle previous, not only during this new beginning of adventure, but especially in the days leading up to finding each other again.
Spirit had been guiding them back to each other, their souls playing great part, appearing in ways which would steer them towards another. Celine’s soul was far gentler than Urina’s, though, most certainly a tricky bitch herself.
It hadn’t been good for either one of them to spend that time apart. Celine had gone wild, losing contact with her ground, finding herself immersed in a sea of her own darkness and fear. Urina did the exact same thing.
To feel again the peace and love they birthed together quite naturally, creating experiences which would be felt by others, and knowing regardless of their paths it would never again include such time without each other’s companionship, was the warmest feeling either of them would ever know in their hearts.
Peidirò had become heaven itself.
