The Justiceers - Part Six: Chapter Eleven
the next chapter in my forthcoming novel
The Justiceers
by Daphne Garrido
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
Part Six: Death Rides a Horse
6.11
Miriam Lightfoot could feel them on their way most clearly now, out there in the future, both that original form which had birthed her, along with the love she’d lost so long ago. While those others weren’t aware of all she’d prepared, despite her old self having seen glimpses, and this was somehow a fact she’d been most able to quantify from her extended residence beneath the surface, they were all being led right here.
She’d not realized yet, that she would be the one doing the leading.
Grammaton’s golden heart-light was radiating throughout its inner cathedral — that same residing so deeply below the destroyed statue of Learo, buried beneath his home amongst the former site of Oliath’s Grand Bizarre — peaking to levels before unseen.
Evil had every right to be terrified, and Miriam could feel that it was, because something had awoken within her which would end it entirely. Purging its ebbs from not only herself, and those like her so submerged within its cruelest tides, as her most completely lost visage of the future, but also releasing their souls from the weight they might bear forward otherwise. Saving each heart through strangest means, evicting the ways of the devil from every soul it had rebirthed in terror, including that one she’d always love most.
She would lead him here, along with herself, empowering a force within his gut to speak of his purpose, and her heart to show her the signs, them both carving a path to reach this great chamber once more.
Miriam Lightfoot had seen a moment in her mind for so long, along with felt sensations of emotion which arose alongside it — a healing release of longest held pain — and it was a reception from on high to guide her through these darkest cycles within Grammaton, finding truest belief that divinity would make it so one fateful day.
This woman who’d lost all of herself through centuries of debasement, succumbing to evil almost entirely, then fought her way back, realizing such pure embodiment within the light of consciousness itself; she’d known she deserved the healing her heart couldn’t let go of hope it might receive. This understanding of her own worth, more than any intuitions or visions, is what had led her to holding faith for such a dreadfully long amount of time spent alone.
This was to be the end of all which had come before.
A journey of eons and lifetimes most arduous, shared between the souls of Gods, Goddesses, and those many in training, heaviest weights bestowed on all hearts throughout the system and galaxy, would finally allow the beginning of a new era; a golden age allowing lightful remaking to take shape.
Miriam Lightfoot hadn’t known all this, buried so deep within her cocoon of personal becoming, finding herself one with the planet. She’d just been trusting all it told her, discovering patterns immerge from her doings, and understanding in retrospect what that meant she was working towards.
Still, the end of this saga of her longest lifetime, had been forever unseen to intuitive vision, only ever receiving splashes which would feel most unreal, still able to hold that faith through the internal confirmations of rightness born by her doings on behalf of Grammaton. Though she’d not understood them, wielding wisdom from entirely beyond herself, they’d confirmed and brought into focus her entire struggle.
It was here, finally, where it came through clean at last.
Miriam Lightfoot, this visage from the past with so much light and dark within her, had become too much as she was to continue existing in this universe. She wouldn’t be able to speak to people after all this time in the dark, so strangely full of the planet itself, lost to knowing one who might understand her truest words of hardest truths completely.
She was willing here, at last, to see it through those vestiges of fear left inside, what a part of her always knew — there would be a death in this time, and it would be her own — enabling most significant change in this place forever. As with all her soul sisters, through their many lives, it would be for Omirion.
Miriam Halafax, that one who’d moved straight and unperturbed through time, would survive due to the sacrifice of this visage which had been reborn as the most shadowed and lightful, dualistic embodiment of the Goddess ever witnessed in this system.
This hero of blackness; Miriam Lightfoot, would free her spirit of form for the betterment of this planet, becoming the final trigger, empowering Grammaton to evolve into what it was always meant to be. In that freedom from this body, she would rejoin herself at last, gracing a newfound spirit of power to flow most completely within the woman she’d been, and empowering them to hold balance at very last.
Every moment had been a challenge for Miriam Halafax since the Scribe within her had awoken, and this sacrifice would bring that to an end, showing the way for her sisters and brothers of such shared purpose within The Justiceers to discover these means of salvation on their own.
Her doings were wicked, even if steered by the vengeful spirit of mother Grammaton, this Miriam down so far below. Having seen much, knowing more than any of what was to come, clearest paths of action were emerging in foresight.
Without her help and the steering of those guardians on high, along with magic itself, this fate so meant to be would never exist. She was being shown now the role she was to play; making this fated reconciliation of her spirit come to be. To see not only all of herself as a she had been, but show them what she’d become, and see her Arthur once more.
It was what she needed to make the leap.
Her chosen name of Lightfoot would prove a most divinely inspired endowment in the end. That step she’d take to heal this all would be directly into Grammaton’s well of heart-light. At longest last, this goddess who’d slumbered here so long in protection beneath a world gone mad, would let go of the ways in which darkness had infiltrated spirit beyond that of her highest-nature, allowing rebirth for the Miriam Halafax who would survive to become a purified holder of the entire spectrum of truth regarding her soul, and allowing her to transcend those actions inspired through this universe’s callousness which had damaged herself most deeply.
Summoning the will of Grammaton’s consciousness, Miriam Lightfoot was brought to awareness of five points within the system of highest importance; those three wicked ships so known as the Furies, that one containing the devil herself, along with Arthur and Miriam heading for a most disastrously mis-planned battle with this force on separate fronts.
There was a single idea which emerged within the mind of Miriam Lightfoot, and she knew to trust it.
With all her force of might, every uncovered portion of her authentic voice, supported by those on high speaking so clearly through her, she’d summon the devil to this place, letting them know just who she was, and what she’d been up to all this time.
They would see their greatest threat lay not in the stars, by those ships they’d meant to pulverize through their attack foreseen in fullest delusion, but within Grammaton itself, and a darkest Goddess it had birthed through its love.
Miriam wasn’t afraid of the devil one bit, and there was no reason she should be, because she’d been sent here to end them, and set every heart free from their ways.
Now able to manifest energetic containers of Grammaton’s heart light at will, Miriam had suspended them throughout her most sacred space — that room this third-projection, detached visage had been born into being, making her screams of deepest hurt which changed the universe so thoroughly — itself having become a portal of most powerful connection to the future.
When she was here, all felt were things to come, connecting directly with the future, and it would show her the way, despite the fact she walked blind to the reality of when those things she saw and felt would actually take place. Her perceptions were both of truth and distortion, created through the filter this woman was, her clearest pourings of divinity twisted ever-slightly by remnants of attachment. However, this was most meant to be. Every choice she made to get here, whether based in clarity or some layer of self deception, was guided from the start to be done exactly as it had.
With brilliant globes of light hanging in air throughout the space, their warmest glow of Grammaton’s heart enveloping her, and so able to feel the energy of herself through all time spent in this space, she’d done exactly what she needed to.
Tapping into the stream of her guardians flow, feeling most ritualistically connected to all aspects of her soul and empowered by the steering of her intuitive foresights, she trusted in her protection through all things she was guided to do.
She’d sent that message straight into the heart of the devil inside herself, feeling all the hurt it bore, that anger, much reflection, and witnessing the healing which it might spur to being through receptions of some newfound future, while still unknowing which parts of those receptions happened when.
This moment bearing upon her time-space, would be mirrored in lifetimes spread throughout the universe’s eternal fabric, bringing the final death of evil, and executing the very last thing which was ever written.
From here on — it would be up to everyone — the future would be made together.
