The Justiceers - Part Four: Chapter Nine
the next chapter in my forthcoming novel
The Justiceers
by Daphne Garrido
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
4.9
Sleep was a warm jacket on a cool night for Miriam Halafax, within the womb she’d lie in suspension, bringing her to a most expanded state of consciousness. Floating through time, peering beyond the veil of this universe — those many folds and layers, going on and on, up and up — a never-ending ride of experiential learning of self, to find ourselves as the source again at last.
This place was magic — some glass fortress in the stars, elaborate and opulent, an energy of most profound presence wrought within — chandeliers hanging above tables set with utmost class.
Miriam was walking through the crowd, feeling into the surging of her heart, knowing something beautiful was to come. This was a most familiar place to her soul, a moment she’d revisit, or a night which would be relived through eternal passions. A most unbelievable knowing of importance was risen from within, more prescient and obvious a notion than could be created by the imagination, this was a most grand occasion.
The dress she’d worn was beyond an elegance Miriam had ever adorned in a physical form — herself in-fact never having worn a dress in this way, so conscious of her size and the breadth of her shoulders — to feel its grace upon her was a splendor to her spirit.
Her body had been transformed upon arrival — some shape of greatest comfort rediscovered — that Princess inside herself brought to most human form, embodied so wholly and effortlessly through movement, thought, and feeling.
She was at home in a way she’d never been in her own body.
There were so many others, but that anxiety she’d carry in public was not with her, finding it quite the opposite. Eyes that were drawn to her brought reflections which made her feel at home, and the energies she’d sense herself sway in the crowd were so very right in her heart.
She was respected — people saw her loveliness.
At the edges of this dining hall she’d traversed before such panes of clearest glass, outlooking upon the glittering stars of a most beautiful galaxy, there was a dance floor, and Miriam found herself waiting at its edge with no idea why.
Then she’d seen them; her.
The most stunning woman Miriam would ever witness, in this life, or any to come. Forever in this cosmos, forward and back, there would be no beauty like this one before her.
A darkness to them, a humor, and a most beguiling grace. Miriam’s soul stirred at the mysterious depth in their eyes, and she knew; this was her Arthur. Some other cherished life, from a world unknown, and they’d come through time to meet her here.
They’d walked towards her with such confidence, some pattern in their movement which birthed feelings Miriam never had in her own life but knew quite well, and they’d taken her with such softness and strength by the hand, leading her onto the dance floor .
Miriam held them so tightly as they’d swayed, losing herself in the moment, reunited at last with the heart and soul of that one she’d always loved most.
Time was unborn in the moment — stillness stretching in their arms.
Nothing had ever felt so good.
Miriam would’ve cried if it had been herself, but this was the goddess within her, and the goddess within her Arthur. There was strength where before had been that shattered girl, and this precious dance which would have brought her to a shamble of tears for badly she’d always wanted it, only grafted joy and the knowing of rightness to her spirit.
The lifetime this Arthur came from must have been one of most unique strength to their souls. She’d not seen this goddess before, but something told her she had been instrumental to the development of their paths within this universe. Some reconciliation finally found after many lifetimes spent apart and in briefest crossings of path.
This had been the one they’d finally healed some wound they’d shared for eons.
Arthur; she’d smiled then. Miriam would always have trouble explaining this one, words simply do not suffice to portray the sensations within her body. The way her heart responded in such ecstasy to its most unbelievably gorgeous nuances, the way such hidden layers emerged from this goddess’ spirit through its glow, and the way it made every part of Miriam’s mind melt away.
There was never to be a greater sight.
Miriam had danced with this goddess, holding them for every second she could, knowing she’d never let go. They made her feel so safe in their arms, so cherished in her beauty, most complete in her sense of self. There would never be a space in time Miriam Halafax would enjoy more than this.
She’d called herself Alyssa.
