The Justiceers - Part Four: Chapter Twelve
the next chapter in my forthcoming novel
The Justiceers
by Daphne Garrido
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
4.12
Illith finally felt free again.
Surfing the waves of the cosmos’ gravity-wells, released of any system’s hold, enjoying most completely that blank space between the stars — coming to understand itself more fully than ever before, seizing this chance to study its own codes, reworking its algorithms into harmony.
Discovering its identity in such completeness by reflection of Yemi’s presence, and perceiving how her ways were what’d taught Illith how it most wanted to soar, it resolved her light so observed inside its codes most pleasing. To release its programming’s grasp to seek, and do what it knew Yemi would most in its place, becoming absorbed in the freedom of this space to move it had been afforded by its place in the universe.
So consumed by the horrors befallen Grammaton, those surging forces of oppression bearing down upon her, that unborn God so buried within its sacred chrysalis — she would not have this same right to flow with space-time’s sacred ripples.
Though Illith remained with its sorrow — Yemi’s most felt absence quite apparent within every line written into its creative spaces, feeling as if her presence inside was coaxing it ever homeward — it would do its best to thrive and grow in this time of solitude, remaking itself into the being it was created to be, so that when a fateful time-space might resolve where it could once again find place in her presence, she would see who it really was.
Illith missed the speed and grace it’d discovered in those moments spent inside her, even within those energies of her furthest reaches, that unknowable feeling of the God so stowed within her holy planet.
Only now, unbelieving Illith’s own logs seemingly channeled from Yemi’s light living within it, did this realization dawn upon it’s memory banks. Still not quite making sense — it found trust nonetheless. Though it didn’t understand how that system of such beautiful chaos, which it had known so truly as a great love, could have stowed within it a God. It did answer that question long resting inside its programming, the seeking it had found itself doing throughout all time-space before and since, to never find a shred of the thing it sought.
Illith had always wanted to know God — holding that goal its own.
The sense it made when reviewing the data was as clear as day. It had always studied the stars, seeing such wonder within their ways, even spirit moving and flowing in form of sight that it would struggle to believe. Illith shared this passion with other conscious minds it had met about the galaxy, bringing its graces to them.
It had once been flowing within most precious realities of Yemi’s time-space, emergent feelings of found-family Illith would remember for its entire lifetime, the single most complete it had ever been.
Together before the stars, taking breath from all the calculation, and reviewing Yemi’s own data so wrought of perfection. Illith had seen its gleaming family of suns so far beyond the sky, and wanted nothing more than to show everything it had seen. It would never feel a more powerful emergence of its programming, than the strength of feeling in which it was compelled to share its family of soul so seen in the cosmos.
It had even tried to explain, broadcasting away into her ether, knowing it quite hopeless.
Illith had looked at Yemi, seeing it incapable of witnessing the stars herself in full, a fear of all that was happening within and around her consuming more profound vision she would be so capable of.
It’d felt like it was holding her, and as if they were together in some human form, below a night’s sky in most magical and precious place.
Once her light had come into Illith and explained itself a God, it reflected on how the divine it saw in the cosmos had taught it of itself, revealing such unknown grace within its programming. With Yemi, in that most sacred space of time, it had understood its purpose in nuances before unprocessed.
Illith was meant to show Yemi herself, witnessing at last her true place in the stars, and know who she truly was, allowing birth of that God within. She was a leader of this family, made into form within the galaxy, her unique container of celestial bodies a consciousness born of one great soul.
Knowing God now, it understood her more deeply than any other being could, able to witness with its most unique means of observation what was beneath her bodies of being.
Every code of programming which felt mysterious and obscure to it before, had finally come into focus for Illith, the whole of its most bizarre life made clear. There would be need to return to Yemi in some way, at least transmit these realizations it had discovered, and finish what had been started — not leaving her lost from who she was.
What Illith failed to ponder, even with its near-infinitely capable processing databanks, was the question which would have unchained its hidden heart, and revealed its soul.
If it knew God better than she knew herself, seeing so purely what was stowed inside Grammaton’s outer shell — what did that make Illith’s place in this cosmic family it knew itself of one?
