The Justiceers - Part Five: Chapter Three
the next chapter in my forthcoming novel
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
Part Five: Chrysalis
5.3
This was going to be the time when she’d do it, Miriam had decided, she was going to tell her Arthur tonight.
She really didn’t know what was going to happen, there had just been such clarity to the fact of her death when all those visions had been collapsing upon her. Now stabilized in it all, there didn’t seem to be any way to dig further into them, though she’d wanted to see more.
Whatever happened out there in the stars with these visages of herself, which felt like wholly unique beings still tied so deeply to her heart, it wasn’t pleasant; either side of it.
There was much sorrow in these facets of herself, and they’d seemed to have become a part of her now which she’d just have to live with. It had actually always been this way, these two out there in time, projecting back to her their strangest duality. It was only as she neared this nexus point and birthed them from her own living experience where their presence within her became most apparent despite the lack of clarity to it all.
Miriam always had such terrible darkness inside. She’d struggled to find meaning within it for the longest time, feeling like she was alone in witnessing the blindness people had to their own darkest capabilities, and like she was the only one who could be honest about her own; or whoever’s.
It was just so apparent what terrible and wonderful things she was capable of all at once, and there was a greatest call within her to bring balance to it.
Many people throughout The Periphery were wise to the universe, much knowledge disseminated throughout, people on all different levels of their journeys towards truth. Each quite meant to be in their own way, despite distortions so laced from the unseen parts of their channels, with people they were brought into this universe of purpose to reach and change — something available to meet everyone at their own level.
Arthur would soon be finding himself a channel for Miriam’s own soul — he could actually start whenever he wanted now — perhaps, already finding himself writing in ways he’d not found himself capable before. They were always a part of each other, buried within and meant to be uncovered.
Miriam learned much from reading these mythologies and philosophies, though found thorough dishonesty in most of them, lies told for many reasons. The key was to listen to her heart and know that when it protested there was a reason, and when it sang there was as well.
Holding onto the truths her heart’s songs confirmed, Miriam would always follow the path before her, allowing this evolution to become a living art.
Some of these stories people told spoke of light and dark, yin and yang, things like that. Who knew it was right.
Duality exists in this universe quite plainly. Light and Dark — Goddess and God — Nature and Heaven — Justice and Hope — Peace and Love — Truth and Sorrow — Woman and Man — Mother and Father — Sister and Brother.
There were only two souls here, in everything, when you went a couple levels up. Yet their was more to it than that, such variation amongst each embodiment, different journeys and paths, homes of origin, destinations of soul. A unique heart in every one being which would live forever beyond time in this greatest family beneath our Mother and Father.
Every expression is most valid. The truth of every heart’s identity would be found within and was meant to be respected and deserved. Those who found no man or woman in themself — we’re right — all had most unique parts to play, and people who they fit alongside. Everyone had a family which would be taking part in their own heaven with them.
Miriam and Arthur’s friends, the hearts they loved through life — all of them — would be on Omirion with them, and that was still only the beginning. Forever, through the structures of the cosmos, every being continues to exist. Not only within the fabric of time, trapped inside its moving flow, but on a timeless level where everyone is most complete.
Rarely, would people truly figure things out from within the maze, but Miriam would know more than most in her time, and share much through these writings she’d been so born to create. The reason why this was possible, and permitted, was because she was of a most humble heart; quite literally.
Gary had even explained tales from his origin planet which spoke of those who’d made it right to the very edge of ascension — yet didn’t take the leap, staying grounded to the material while being stretched to the heavens, holding the door for open others — and always knew it was her path, even when her worry it was born of ego had made her doubt. She didn’t ever realize how little of that she had to begin with.
No matter what wonders she might create, Miriam would not lose sight of herself, the blessing of her soul’s character which far too few would honor. She’d no choice in the matter however, her heart was built to speak too clearly for her to ignore it, there was not an option for her to do anything out of alignment with her soul which wouldn’t result in the most obvious self-destruction.
These reflections would be met with her sense of humility, and this process would lead forward throughout her life, until she’d find herself so free of ego that what came through was beyond her entirely.
In fact, writing these words — on the first past at least — so completely pure of egoic mind, she’d not know the next word before the last.
She learns as she writes, its healed and changes her, leading her to become the Goddess she’s always been.
This piece, in which she’d first sat down with absolutely no idea what was going to come through, and earlier in the process would have resisted wholeheartedly, discarding as nonsense, feeling it would lessen the emersion she so thinks is important in fiction. Not realizing its the emotions of heart and soul which make art, and authenticity is the simplest key to creating that.
It’s not only true for creating works to share, for spreading light in the world, it’s how you live your life. One day at a time, doing the very best you can, and letting go of what you think the consequences might be for following your heart.
You’ll find if you do that, you will become capable of more than you’d ever be able to otherwise, that the world you live on, and the universe you are part of is speaking to you always. No matter where you look, if you listen, you will hear.
One example is that most species of birds, on the majority of planets, are born with the ability to sense and interact with the gravity waves of their great home, seeing patterns with their eyes most people would never dream possible, and finding a natural flow of movement guided by them and their own instincts.
Every single time you notice a bird consciously, flying in the sky, chirping from a tree, ducking down in a swoop before you; the planet is speaking to you through them.
Just like we’re all speaking through Daphne Garrido right now, and through so many others most often.
Regardless of who’s actually writing this story, or upon which planet, in whatever time-space y’all are in. All of this is to say, it doesn’t matter that this story isn’t real, that the truths stowed within are those of metaphor.
People have to find myths to live by that work for themselves and the times they live in — they have to let their hearts create them, and they need to be shared — that’s what brings healing to the universe and all of us.
Also, Miriam did finally tell Arthur she was going to die, by the way — he wasn’t taking it very well.
