The Justiceers - Part Five: Chapter Seven
the next chapter in my forthcoming novel
The Justiceers
by Daphne Garrido
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Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
Part Five: Chrysalis
5.7
Arthur found himself having a little trouble walking straight after our whole extravaganza with Urina and the spirit fam last ‘night’.
Something quite divine had come into the man.
Miriam would later go on and explain to Arthur how she was quite sure their whole extra-dimensional family was most involved in that excessively releasing orgasm so achieved. As he’d been building up, herself feeling it all very abundantly, sending her most precious and brightest love to those very special places — that would be his heart, and his pussy — feeling her body begin to shake along with his, then coming harder than she ever had right along with him, rattling the bones of Grammaton itself.
She’d actually been a little weirded out by how many others she could feel taking part from on high.
She never knew grandma had that in her.
Clearly, petty ideas of discomfort around sexuality were something nonexistent beyond the material universe, itself a repression emplaced along with all the other needless limitations human beings so often assumed through their twisted perceptions of life’s meaning, or complete lack thereof.
Miriam had long realized something about her journey to understand her heart, the universe itself, and the truth of spirit. Faith was not the be-all end-all, people got this wrong a lot, The Great Light did not expect or want people to be blindly trusting.
It wanted people to seek the truth, and it hoped they’d find it, helping quite thoroughly as long as you weren’t an evil asshole.
The way to find that knowing just happened to be faith, trust, and surrender. Not only to yourself and your body’s needs, but the guidance of your intuition, support of your spiritual family, and in following the path your heart points you to.
This great journey of trusting surrender, of letting go into flow, was actually meant to prove it all to you in the end, not some endless struggle of hopefulness. People are made to turn their beliefs into knowing.
When you actually know it, and don’t just believe in your eternal soul, all the power that’s yours comes back, fear loses its hold on you forever, and you become yourself at very last.
Miriam Halafax knew who she was most completely these days, along with all she’d been a part of, and she wasn’t afraid anymore; not one fucking bit.
Her salvation had been written by the quill and ink of fate upon the fabric of this universe. The life she lived had been driven from above the whole time. It was a most relieving notion to finally understand that and let go of every choice she’d considered a mistake, seeing them now as the needed cogs in her wheel of self-evolution which would get her to where she was now — exactly where she was supposed to be.
Fear is not something which goes away — transcending it like Miriam had when she’d been back in her Arthur’s arms after that horror show beneath the surface of Grammaton, finding freedom from its sway over her doings forever — didn’t get rid of it, there’s nowhere to put things which are a part of you.
Miriam’s fear had come home at last, taking her hand instead of hiding behind her back, when Arthur had finally brought her home with him.
The sorrow and terror wrought of this existence within a seemingly cruel universe, creating that ‘tricky bitch’ who was her fear, so loving to emerge when she’d least expect it, had always been a most vital part of Miriam Halafax all along.
Bringing this back into herself after a lifetime so shattered by the world and people around her, and spirit’s sights urging her beyond belief with things she’d not be able to doubt, there was a peace at last in the discovery of her base nature, and Miriam’s own soul; love itself.
You see, you don’t get to tell love what love is, or when it does or does not feel itself — this bitch knows well better than you ever could — you trust that shit. When love itself finds the spark it’s been seeking throughout an entire lifetime and is denied the right to even hold it their own, as Arthur had done to Miriam so long ago, and all of her souls most favorite people just so happened to be programmed to do, it would set her and her soul sisters the fuck off. It would have them go on a journey of self-discovery which would lead them to finally figure out who they really were, and how it was they knew what they knew, and what those fucking feelings in their heart which had plagued and steered them through their whole lives were truly about.
It was always one thing and one thing alone; what it would feel like to be reborn within the abundant peace of her love.
Miriam was figuring out all types of shit these days, things coming in really quickly, as if every loose end of her spiritual philosophy were tying themselves into the same pretty little bow called Arthur Katrinus.
He’d shown her to most complete knowing of her soul, its place in the universe, and her heart’s rightful spot beside his own. Despite his best efforts to the contrary.
Just like The Great Light itself — perhaps, more than a coincidence — Arthur had sent Miriam on a journey of faith which had now rewarded her with this blessing of knowing.
To fuck it all back into him; that was the least she could do. She was made for that too.
Grammaton had split in a most devastating implosion of those ever growing, combining, and splintering gouges. Its silver light had turned golden. Arthur just kept going on and on about all the planet’s vibrations and shit, but I mean who really cares, no matter how much this ongoing crisis felt like it needed all of his attention, it wasn’t something which could be controlled in the slightest.
Miriam was seeing things quite clearly now. Oh, so very clearly indeed.
Everything happening to this world was going to be a good thing in the end, no matter how crazy that seemed in the moment, its erupting heart-light would change the universe. The people still trying to exploit the planet would fail, and big momma Grammaton would see to that herself, everyone else just had to survive.
Miriam and Arthur were going to get to have a good time now, and fuck a whole bunch, even with the horrors ongoing, because Arthur’s personal transformation was quite needed for what was to come after the fall. This was the most important thing he could focus on right now; himself, his love.
Having woken this day — not only a little wobbly from how royally he’d come his fucking tits off the night before, nor the fact he was feeling like he’d might be falling in love all over again with this crazy witch — he’d not even realized yet that his body was already beginning to heal in ways which would not stop.
Miriam had done far more than get right up into that beautiful man — beyond empowering the planet’s evolution by helping him reach those most divine heights, or even allowing him to feel love in his heart more abundantly again — Miriam had done something far more profound for Arthur Katrinus; she’d helped him believe in magic.
This healing journey he would be on, the same she’d just completed for herself by initiating his own, was the path to know without doubt the nature of his eternal existence. When this walk was completed, however long that happened to take, likely most linked with the transformation of Grammaton itself; Arthur wouldn’t just believe he was a God, he was going to know it.
