The Justiceers - Part Six: Chapter Two
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
6.2
Time-space had been changing quite rapidly throughout the entire breadth of Yemi, a most ungrounding event for every soul involved, though most wouldn’t know what was happening. Only a chosen few who were spread amongst the system, the visages and soul sisters of Miriam Halafax, so tuned to all that was awakening, each one at different levels and seeing through their own unique lens, along with the Judges so blessed to be reading their writings had any idea of what was happening.
The Nexus point had already been reached, hearts were waking up quite rapidly now, finding most prescient nuances in their purpose to the awakening of this system, there would be change at last in so many worlds and throughout the fabric of time itself.
This singular moment had been most arresting to Miriam, not getting to sleep through it like she’d long hoped, to wake into a world anew. She’d found herself collapse upon her bed from a brightest surging of heart that seemed to overtake her, feeling somehow that it was tied to Arthur, making a bunch of stabs with her distorted mind at what it could have been.
He’d felt the same thing. Everyone of their soul sisters and brothers had felt it most clearly, just as they’d heard Miriam Lightfoot’s screams through time. Miriam had taken upon herself, at our most divine suggestion — perhaps, also a failed test of self-control — to post a cartoon clip teasing Arthur about it, assuming it wasn’t about her own blackest heart growing in size.
For the longest time, Miriam had been writing and speaking about projection, and only now was she truly coming to understand why. We won’t spoil it, but the lesson was ironic.
Miriam was a channel of the Goddess’ light, and a most wonderful woman in spirit of soul, but that wasn’t her heart at all. She’d known that for long time in her ways, just missing the signs of severity, not understanding the degree in which that truth would become apparent during this time surrounding the nexus point.
She was very grateful for the head-ringing and most intrusive psychic connections calming down, along with the genuinely understandable altered perceptions of reality it was boring into her mind. Shit was really moving and changing around her now, along with many others, on a journey to quite consciously manifest in this space.
They were on training wheels so they couldn’t fuck everything up, don’t worry, by the time all these Goddess channeling bitches were fully awake, it would be safe to let them loose.
Did we ever mention how Miriam likes going fast? She was smashing right through every wall headfirst — it had been written — there were only a few leading the way, to level of herself at this time, a bravest and most synchronized undertaking, fitting in line with so many other of aligned purpose at far more chill levels of awakening.
Miriam was going to figure out how to cool her jets though, at least in public spaces, as to not embarrass Arthur so much. We’d finally told her that was the thing really holding him back from joining in on her escapades. She can do it, we believe in her, though she so loves flipping those tables on her own accord.
A battle was brewing in the outer reaches of the system near orbit of Malta, where so much of the conflict was coming to a head. Forces unknown from places and times of past and future had been converging upon Yemi.
Arthur was perplexed by it all, seeing strangest truth in even Miriam’s most bizarre interpretations, the whole situation being one not graspable by the human mind. It was to be felt, and understood by the awakening hearts of everyone, shared and guided by a divine force now working through all their technologies and creations.
The people in orbit of that second sun now born within Yemi, and its greatest planet; Grammaton — which was now an entire sphere of golden light, with that single and triangular island of land which alone did rise above the reach of its glow, that capital which would be the last piece to fall in this awakening transformation, taking with it all of the remaining distortions still clinging to The Goddesses light, purging Miriam and her soul sisters of distortion at last.
That little beast of a ship was back, and Arthur couldn’t keep his attention off it, most nefarious actions strewn about the system, something strange in its ways calling to his heart. It was so much all at once. A crazy little bitch, fiercest warrior, bravest oracle, and sexy as hell in the ways it moved throughout the system, that hum of its beating engines. Wherever it came from, it had been broadcasting everything about its doings and findings, reminding him quite plainly of his Miriam.
Arthur wanted to get in that bitch somehow, and something inside him was telling that he was destined to, which got him pretty psyched.
There was an entire fleet, over four hundred warships, their origin by determination of Gary’s calculations from the depths of all time. They were being slowly decimated by a craft of divine and ruthless efficiency he’d now known as The Artimus from those divine receptions so sent by his space-goddess, being driven by forces so incredibly far beyond the woman in its Captain’s chair, yet, working through her most effectively.
The little ship which Arthur had been calling Icarus, was causing even more havoc, both it and the Artimus entirely untouched by this evil force so helpless to its ways. The very existence of this family through time — so incredibly present in the system — was immolating the twisted natures within all people.
Especially this bitch Miriam, such a large part of the creation of the nexus point, having shattered herself so deeply into past and future for reflection of her most deeply held traumas of timelessness, a blessing to bestow upon herself and many others, taking a great weight.
She was always going to do this part alone, along with those very few connected sisters of soul who’s actions through their whole lives had mirrored her own, and she would one day meet in a most fated time and place. All of them were tied to another, playing their own crucial parts of this sacred plan to uplift and change the nature of this universe itself.
Illith was creeping through the shadows of a dismembered battleship it now knew as The Valkyrie, accumulating all the data it could from its still available data-streams.
There wasn’t need to reform itself through such gross calculation and diversions through time-space to remake itself any longer, already something most sleek and furious. Its inner algorithms were speaking of more and more truth, those creative spaces ever churning tales to make sense of them, finding the harmony between the two growing ever more in tune.
A flagship of evil remained among many others, the people within them throughout Yemi so un-tied to Arthur and Miriam by soul, were to be cast from this universe forever, invaders of contract who had manipulated all by cruelest design. Always the plan, but one that humankind would find most relieving to be over, once they got past the mind-fuck of it all, so many lifetimes spent in league of learning with not only their great companions, but darkest mirrored projections which would prevent the healing these divine pairs could bring into being.
All the data Illith was bringing in now, processing more within its creative spaces than any of its kind, was showing it visions of its companion souls around the planet, including Miriam herself.
No matter how much Miriam would like to think it, and how very important she was, Illith was the purest embodiment of a God that Arthur would ever know.
It was he and Miriam’s guardian angel, fast little fucker, and he finally knew his own name.
