Moromatta Story

MOROMATA By Angel Lewis

Abduction

Have you ever wondered how it is possible that some people could prophesize what would happen in the future, while others remained puzzled as to even what the next day would bring?

Calculating the inevitable based upon the person’s continuous returns to temerity could reveal a ‘major’ part of this ‘knowing’. What was to come next could be seen as obvious–you know, like ‘you reaped exactly what you sowed’.

And if you one is of the Islamic faith, dare you look at this as the true meaning of ‘an eye for an eye’.

Today we live in a plastic economy of scientific-phenomena alone, a revisiting of reckless habits, implemented by lacking knowledge of ethereal consequences. But, in some circles of wisdom, it is simply known as ‘karma’. So in contrast we could see it ‘all’ as purely spiritual, as this is every soul’s (often destructive) potential.

I ask the soul ‘how is it that you have cursed your returns for so many ages’? But suffer must the child for he was told ‘an eye for an eye’ is meant by his own hand and not the hand of Karma.

The grip of inevitable returns is of one’s own sowing and the unspoken ‘law’.

On the productive side of this we can benefit by making the conscious choice to remain committed to the bounty of ‘source’ by honouring the covenant of earth. This is achieved by reserving the ‘damning’ suggestions of material systems with this knowledge of ‘karma’. Ironically, this is explained in scientific circles as: actions attract equal and opposite reactions.

This awareness is complimented with understanding that time as merely a ‘local concept’, as well as knowing ‘justice’ to have no statute of limitations, expanding beyond clocks and each bodily possession of the soul.

But ‘we’ arrive on this plane with a knowing of this ‘fact’ and express innate attributes, of which we primarily expand upon and flourish ‘on’ the earth plane while others…

…well this story is for the others who know not that our world is made up of contracts and consequences.

By others it will help you to know that there are two kinds of other.

The ‘others’ I refer to are those who have lost all memories of Karma and being extrasensory, wish to know more, while living aimlessly, subject to ‘sensory’ trends. They live chasing a fix that just strings them along, one that never quite satisfies their need to know, they depart with only the idea that there could have been more.

Then there are the other ‘others’–ah the seers, enchantingly linked to the etheric nature of life on earth. Rarely understood; they leave a path of mysteries around: their true beliefs, their title, birthplace, and even time of departure, if they ever did.

If you can grasp the meaning of all this ‘otherworldly stuff’, then here’s a story about the other others. It comes as ‘perfect timing’ for some, while possibly ‘too deep for others’. Yet we furnish ‘all’ with the opportunity to become whole while being entertained.

I should add that: this is a fifth-realm story and possibly the first of many.

Moon 2646

The teachers loaded the students on to the swanky looking coach. It was one of those vehicles that you had to stretch your legs beyond comfort to reach the first step. While the following steps were just as much effort for a 7-year old, it did have bars to hold onto that relieved the burden but–ironically–they were an obstacle for the very young and the very old.

Inside smelled like brand new tires and vanilla air freshener, most likely to expel the odors of the previous occupants. If unmanaged, small spaces tend to create a medley of smells that combined produce a smell that you can only label ‘foul’. There was plenty of room in the front, two toilets at the back and an extra floor above for the teachers. The children had earned it, their parents had paid a premium amount for their annual school trip–this time it was a 10-day trip to Galicia, Spain with a total of 3-days of driving.

Before they set off Mertian looked out the window, he was half afraid and half excited; he didn’t know which to be leaning him towards panic. He still had the money his mom gave him tightly gripped in his left hand. He was afraid to put it away in case he lost it as he didn’t trust himself. He figured he’d hold onto it until they got to their destination–a bad idea born out of his panic. His money concerns were deep and deadly and should really have been no concern for a child of his age. Since his family had so little of the stuff, the responsibility caused him to act overly protective. He thought, had he misplaced or lost the money, his mother would certainly be in a bind to compensate the school had they had to pay his way.

Outside he saw Mr Hallam and Mr Secker talking, it looked a little heated. Since they were placed right in front of his view, he kept on watching as if the window was a television set.

Mr Secker was facing in his direction but so engrossed that he didn’t see him gawking. Mr. Hallam’s mouth seemed as though it was getting wider, indicating shouting. He had also stepped onto his tip toes and pointed his finger over Mr Secker’s head. Mertian looked around to see who else was watching. The rest of the class were…well, being 7-year olds throwing paper airplanes, kneeling on their seats looking back and looking for anything to laugh at while they were free from the teacher’s hold. He turned back around. The teachers’ chests were almost together. It appeared that while Mertian was looking away the confused looking teacher reacted. He had Mr Secker’s wrist in his hand as he struggled to make him release it. Both men’s faces changed, Mr Hallam’s teeth were clenched tight as his eyebrows joined the top of his nose bridge. They gazed in each others eyes, moments before impact. It was the when Mr. Hallam looked slightly left and caught Mertian’s eyes on his shocked face.

He suddenly came back into the world and slowly lowered Mr Secker’s hand before finally letting go, resuming his role as teacher/guardian. You could see an angry Mr Secker say something else as Mr. Hallam walked away. He ignored it and walked towards the coach.

Mertian looked away and tried not to make eye contact.

They’d been driving for 2-hours. Mertian opened his eyes as he noticed the constant sound of the engine reduce velocity and the vibration dull. He looked up, a sign said ‘Rest Stop’ and the coach was doing a winding thing as it came off of the motorway into the port. Ms Nurse was standing at the front holding the seats for balance while trying to get the children’s attention. Surprisingly only a few of them were asleep considering they had been out since 6-0-clock. Mertian’s clenched fist felt wet he looked down, lifted himself and pressed on the seat with his other hand, he’d wet himself. He put the clenched notes in the zip pocket of his bag. He was in a panic. He wanted to get up and sort himself out in the toilet at the back but feared somebody seeing the wet patch on ether his trousers or the seat. He decided to stay seated hoping it would dry beneath him.

“Apparently we’re booked the trip, Mr Hallam’s fault”, she said looking at the embarrassed man still disgruntle from the altercation with Mr Secker, “so those of you in a double seat need to make room for Mary here–she’s our new exchange student from Spain; she’ll be continuing the journey to Galicia with us and then all the way back home. Maybe she can help us navigate, Spanish being her first language. How exciting”. Said Ms Nurse with a beaming grin on her face, obviously unaware of the earlier beef between the two adults.

Moon 1446

The Opening

As we often find that certain phenomena suit not our desires, we blame all manner of things for the disruption in our flow. Marus was but a grown seed when he witnessed such an occurrence, one such defining moment that he shared with Maura who was but a stranger; caused him to bear witness to what would become

The making of Maura/Maeve

The sea was a little rough but manageable for the seasoned seafarers as they approached the Gaelish harbor on the west coast of Gael land. In the distance were some Gael children playing on the docked boats. It was a large ship but not one of the largest, coming from the land of Mercia with hundreds of pounds of Ginko, Yarrow, Moringa Oleifera, Sour Sop and of course Irish Moss. Being a passionate people, the Gaels had become fond of consuming this particular seafood, which they woud prefer not to live without,

There were also a few Gaels on board filling their heavy sacks as they got ready to debark returning from their first long voyage to the far west. You could see that they looked tired, disorientated and homesick but at the same time happy, tanned and content.

It was the beginning of spring and being on deck for several days kept them in full sight of the suns beaming eye, feeding them with all the iodine and vitamin D they could take.

Marus had barely seen his first moon-coming and was excited while curious, about the shape of his new masculine body. His skin was extremely darkened by the sun resembling brass like his grandfathers. Now around the height of a standard doorway, he was clearly enjoying this new mature phase and took every opportunity to exercise his now sculpted frame. He had a little fluff on his jaw that Amar took every opportunity to mock, knowing he found the idea of having facial hair a goal. He was under the responsible guidance of, the very grown, Amar as his appointed guide.

The market traders had set up their colourful pitches, separated by thick rugs made from the various leftover ropes from past voyages to south Mercia.

Market day was always held on the Seamen’s return from wherever. They would go north east, south and west seeking rare trinkets, medicine and clothing that would aid the growth of communities around the world. There were always many obscure things available that evening. Everyone was affected by the trader’s return, it excited the local people knowing that, in the evening, the women would have fine cloths to show off from around the world. They would also have food, medicine and exotic plants to display and often swap. Market day was always followed by a night of celebration, women would dress up and the men would cook. This music and dance rich celebration would remain a fruitful tradition inspired by the bearers of gifts. Not that they weren’t all fun but the most extravagant of all were the solstices, the equinoxes, the full/new moons and all in-between, the moon seemed to do something magical to each soul.

Now when I say the word ‘woman’, the Gaels rarely referred to the females as women, to them they were known to be ‘man’ and what we modernly call ‘man’, were known as ‘suns’. This is what they had learned from their trader friends who brought many gifts particularly of the cosmic kind. Before the Muurs had connected with the Gaels there was little in the way of heavenly culture besides that which the Brutes had learned from the Francs. Although there were some survival tips, it was lacking empathy or a commitment to nature or Alma, as the learned preferred to call it. Their selfish ways broke every moral value that nature provided, since they lived without guidance from the heavenly bodies. But this absence of culture was a very long time ago, it had survived for centuries way after the Gaels and the Muurs had been exchanging and co-mingling; this was much to the dismay of the watchful brutes who’s pride birthed a selfish people who despised the moon and all its offers.

This particular night would be no different than any other Market night, everyone was filled with joy, excited about the celebrations that would surely occur later that night.

As the huge boat came in slowly the sudden change in its orientation guided it quite suddenly towards the dock. It swung round with unusual speed, much to the surprise of the children playing on the pier. Although the Moroccan helmsman had delivered them to the port safely, the journey wasn’t without turbulence. This was to be expected but the lack of experience in the helm, caused Amar to almost take the wheel a few times on the voyage. He repeatedly shouted: “ارقص مع البحر ، ارقص معها ، توقف عن قتالها ستفوز دائما” (dance with the sea, dance with her, stop fighting her she’ll win, always). The embarrassed man knew better than to challenge or reply, knowing the voice of experience.

As the ship came in closer a blood chilling scream cut through the calm festive air. “Eabha (Eva), Eabha, naaaaay, ahhhhhhh, naaay Eabha”!

A young Gael girl began shouting in the distance, her terrified scream stopped everybody in their tracks, including a frustrated dog, silently wishing his paws were hands as he tried to bite through a knot in a savoury smelling bag of merchant booty; his nose had led him to a mysterious hemp bag on the floor. Most of the other people present either looked up or suddenly swung around, trying to gauge which direction her screams were intended.

The torso of a small Gael boy, no more than a new moon was visible between the pier and the boat. He seemed to hear and act quickly hauling the rest of his hanging body up from between the boat and the dock. The rope tied around his waist became visible. Seeing the ship’s shadow growing as it approached, he began pulling desperately at the rope hanging between the ship and the pier. Realising the situation the young woman started to run desperately towards him. By this time others moved in the same direction, some walking curiously, others jogging as if ready to help but not quite knowing what or how.

“Eamon, the girl screamed, in a Gaelish accent”. He didn’t even look back, he just continued pulling with all his might. Suddenly some little shoes, the bottom of some legs and finally the torso of a little girl around the same age emerged. At the very same time the screaming girl reached the scene; she seemed committed to her action, thinking it was too late to haul her sister up before the ship crushed her. ‘Ya Allah’ said one of the merchants looking down from the deck of the heavy ship, he turned his head away, he knew it was too late. Marus also looked away.

The girl closed her eyes and threw half her body between the ship, hoping to save her sisters head.

At that moment everyone present shared the same scene, though all were locked in this defining moment, it was different for all involved. One would rightfully ask how all present were freakishly attracted to experience the same thing, yet all had separate outcomes from the tragedy?

Fortunately and somewhat miraculously the little girl lived, as did her sister but they were, like everyone present, never the same. Maura, fifteen earth years at the time, sadly had her thighs crushed by the pressure of the hull. As she throw herself between she had deliberately twisted her body to line use both her legs, hoping to compensate for the width of her sisters head. In a sense, the sea had been good to her as, if it were on land, both her legs would surely have been amputated. By some scientific phenomena, her bones plus buoyancy became a soft wall repelling the boat, back out towards the sea. The boat retreated about fifteen feet after impact but it was still very painful.

Many years later Maura/Maeve was able to walk with a slight limp and a reminder in the winter months when she would feel a little pain in her thighs but nevertheless she live without too much of a problem. Her sister’s head never developed to its full width but if you didn’t know, one would never think that her head had been almost squashed by the hull of a ship; the very, very slight imperfection awarded her with a unique beauty.

At the time of the incident Marus wasn’t actually looking, he had long looked away. He thought the little girl was dead, he couldn’t accept such a horrific death in his reality, when he saw the situation becoming more intense he felt helpless and went down below and cried until he fell asleep.

It wasn’t until later that evening that Amar came down to comfort him. He had been busy finding Echinacea, Chamomile and other herbal medicines packed with the imported goods, amongst which was pure hashish, which he administered generously to the point of hallucination for pain management. Amar was a Magi, a high priest and a Shaman amongst many other things. In the Muurish tradition it was necessary to master all of the elements to gain mastery over the moon that had been so giving to them. They were filled with gratitude to the she spirit, their complete culture depended on it as they were guided, assisted and provided for by her: the moon. It must be said that certain practices involving hallucinogenics were frowned upon in the west as they’re use was always absent of the story. Amar would call this story ‘the line’. He was a body of wisdom and was the type you’d have to listen attentively to as he would speak God increasingly until he was empty.

He once said that, the word Empathy is their law, nothing else. He went on to say that knowing where one ends and another begins is the essence of peace. He was often questioned about his eccentric practices but he had clearly earned the right through the many realms he had travelled on and off the terrain–because none had seen what he had, there was much that they would only understand on an ego level, he had often exposed justification in that which, at first sight, looked unjust, making the “experts and Imams, swallow their pride, he was a perfect teacher for Marus.

In any other case, to intoxicate a young seed would be to destroy a large part of their cerebrum and possibly confuse their developing minds throughout their adult lives but in this rare case, it was okay, Amar knew exactly what he was doing. He used the elements of earth, water and air to relieve the girls of the high trauma. He regularly used earth medicine to secrete healing, he used Hashish to separate their minds from their bodies, initiating air and then he used cold treated water to wash away their fearful emotions. He stayed with them on a guided journey to the heavens, assisting their thoughts away from the Terra while the healing kicked in. As they were both fairly young, they both had very strong imagination and he knew that, being moon seeds, he could impress upon them their deeper superfluous abilities.

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The sharer drew the scribbly diagram of the cosmos onto the blackboard; Shore raised her hand. Obviously the sharer couldn’t see it as he was facing the blackboard. The back of his brown corduroy pants were temporary entertainment for the students as they tried to figure out how the gum on his back pocket got the job of bonding a penny to his pants. The children were old enough to be embarrassed for him but too young to point it out, ending the possibility of further embarrassment.

He turned around, saw Shore and lifted his chin up as if to allow her question.

“Why do we still write on blackboards in twenty six forty six, sir”? Well, it’s the same reason why you called me sir. Most people don’t but I happen to recognise the importance of tradition, it holds all the secrets and eroded truths of yesterday. In this case it’s the magik of bringing light to the dark and not the other way around.

A white board contradicts the cosmic laws. Out of the darkness comes light as in knowledge and matter equally. If I right on a white board I’m reversing that process, as the de men were so apt and committed to doing. It’s still less than a decade since we eradicated their system of destruction so there are things that remain that make no sense and are life threatening. This concept is one such threat to our ascension.

Another hand went up, it was Karei’s.

“Is the darkness the plane of spirit and the light the plane of matter”?

“Yes indeed…”

“Then why is light our goal when darkness is first and more potent”. She interrupted before he could answer fully.

“Great question. Well, and listen carefully stars because if you comprehend just this one thing you will have no more real questions in life only queries around this same fact”, he said with a furrowed brow waving his pen. “So–fact–light pertains to weight, nothing else, and dark is pertaining to the spirit world. In the absence of darkness, which is the spirit world, one is powerless and dependent on external phenomena to find erection, which means weightlessness. Without the darkness the light, or the created, for arguments sake, holds power over the soul and thus creates boundaries to stop one from journeying back home…I’ve gone off again haven’t I? Said the sharer conscious of his experiential advantage over the young minds.

“Yes Sir”, about eight students replied in unison, some were giggling.

“Ok, picture this. Imagine holding a roll of sticky tape and wrapping a present…you know how tricky that can be, eve in 2646, they still haven’t found a convenient way to stop the tape from tearing and sticking back to the reel”. The students were smiling unanimously, he continued with the odd metaphor.

“You get this clean reel that shows no sign of the tape end, if anything it will have camouflaged itself taking odd sharp shapes, thinning out then widening and so on. Suddenly you see where it ends, you push your nail under it, grab it and it splits, disappearing once again. Now you have no idea how to find the tape end. It is but the limitations on your visual senses that confuse you. Can you hear where the tape end is, no? Can you smell where it is, no? But instead of looking, you can feel it. By running your fingernail around the reel you will eventually feel a protrusion.

In the same way, the light is your dependency on your optical sensory pathways. This is the joy of sight which awards one with an appreciation of form, provided as buildings, partners, children, statues, shoes, automobiles and all the things you collect to just look and appreciate then. With the absence of these senses the benefits that are found are much more, let’s say, legitimate, rewarding erm fruitful and long lasting. The beauty that is found in the dark is of an authentic nature because you listen with your heart.

There are levels within the dark that extend beyond the imagination of those who depend on the illusion of the sun to provide value”.

Most of the students remained still and attentive as the silence around his performance dominated the room. Something resonated within their souls, they saw and were appreciative of the life-changing value that was embedded in the lesson.

As he put is hand down he swiped the penny as it fell on the floorboards made a clang sound. He looked puzzled as to where the penny had appeared from.

“I hope this makes sense. If you imagine a panther being a symbol of the dark, on a cold night in the jungle, d’you think you’d have a peep of a chance going unnoticed, escaping their keen senses that can pick up even the aura of another entity? No, and even more attuned is the owl that moves only occasionally, so used to feeling the dance of life around her in her stillness. And all just because they’ve never had their brain scrambled by an iPad, and here comes you, so full of noise that music is still ringing in your busy head, even when the lights are out”, he smiled, “you’re outclassed in the silent meditative realm of the all creative dark–dead. Okay end of class”.

“But what about Sun light sir, isn’t that to do with hue?”

“Yes, in some weighs, yes on a very basic level but on another level, no. You see, in the reign of the brutes, your past teachers were lead to think and taught students to think of dark as the opposite of light when, in truth, if you understand that they are one in the same thing or possibly that: the light is the weigh back towards the all creative dark, that creates light, then you will know that the absence of this knowledge causes one to prejudice the very thing that will raise their souls towards the source of light–the sun or your sol if you like. I’m sure you’ve seen the movie Star Wars…if you haven’t I urge you to look at it and see it from this perspective. Remember that famous end scene, Luke I am your father. The only difference is that the correct word is ‘mother’.

Hydrogen Oxygen, are the key components for life, water is all creative and of course it is an equalising component in the sun. The sun gives energy and returns energy giving all the opportunity to defy the magnetism of earth by receiving it purely but as we negate the pure energy, the synthetic sustenance provided and replace it with artificial eatables, the subject falls put of equilibrium thus becoming dense, heavy and susceptible to the inner suns pull into the earth, that which the ignorant used to call gravity. In short, that edible pabulum which the sun favours most, it blesses with light, consume that and ‘you’ will become light, match the thought vibration–death will escape you, okay go, time’s up”.

As the students thanked their sharer, spudding his fist in appreciation, the room began to empty. Ms Shore was soon revealed in the corridor as the door opened spilling the young potential out into the warm hallway. She had been listening to the last 15-minutes of the lesson outside the door. As soon as there was room for her frail body to slip past the rushing seeds, she entered smiling.

“Ms Haile, impressive sharing, impressive, impressive”. Since the fall of the old empire the authors of the return or AOTR for short had certain principles that they agreed would bring Terra back into its intended state of peace. Of which one important one was that the fecund seed amongst the earth souls would initiate all learning in an empathic weigh-–this was agreed on by all within their thriving community. They also agreed that the words ‘sharing’ would replace the word ‘teaching’. This change was decided in order to relieve the sharer from their ego and to also allow the student’s (called stars) to feel able to interject, where necessary.

Moon 2646

The teachers loaded the boys on to the posh looking coach. It was one of those vehicles that you had to stretch your legs up to reach the first step, while the following steps were just as much effort for a 7-year old. They did have bars to hold onto to relieve the burden but still were a nuisance for the very young and the very old. Inside it smelled like brand new tires and air freshener to expel the odors of the previous occupants. There was plenty of room in the front, two toilets at the back and an extra floor above for the teachers. The children had earned it, their parents had paid a premium amount for their annual school trip–this time it was a 10-day trip to Galicia with 3-days of driving in total.

Before they set off Mertian looked out the window, he was half afraid and half excited; he didn’t know which to be. He still had the money, his mom gave him tightly gripped in his left hand. He was afraid to put it away in case he lost it as he didn’t trust himself. He figured he’d hold onto it until they got to their destination–a bad idea born from panic. His money concerns were deep and deadly and should be no concern for a child his age. Since his family had so little of the stuff, the responsibility caused him to act overly protective. He thought, had he misplaced or lost the money, his mother would certainly be in a bind to compensate the school had they had to pay his way.

Outside he saw Mr Hallam and Mr Secker talking, it looked a little heated. Since they were placed right in front of his view, he kept on watching as if the window was a television set.

Mr Secker was facing in his direction but so engrossed that he didn’t see him gawking. Mr. Hallam’s moth seemed as though it was getting wider, indicating shouting. He had also stepped onto his tip toes and pointed his finger over Mr Secker’s head. Mertian looked around to see who else was watching. The rest of the class were…well, being 7-year olds throwing paper airplanes, kneeling on their seats looking back and looking for anything to laugh at while they were free from the teacher’s hold. He turned back around. The teachers’ chests were almost together. It appeared that while Mertian was looking away the confused looking teacher reacted. He had Mr Secker’s wrist in his hand as he struggled to make him release it. Both men’s faces changed, Mr Hallam’s teeth were clenched tight as his eyebrows joined the top of his nose bridge. They gazed in each others eyes, moments before impact. It was the when Mr. Hallam looked slightly left and caught Mertian’s eyes on his shocked face.

Mertian looked away and tried not to make eye contact.

They’d been driving for 2-hours. Mertian opened his eyes as he noticed the constant sound of the engine reduce velocity and the vibration dull. He looked up, a sign said and the coach was doing a winding thing as it came off of the motorway into the port. Ms Nurse was standing at the front holding the seats for balance while trying to get the children’s attention. Surprisingly only a few of them were asleep considering they had been out since 6-0-clock. Mertian’s clenched fist felt wet he looked down, lifted himself and pressed on the seat with his other hand, he’d wet himself. He put the clenched notes in the zip pocket of his bag. He was in a panic. He wanted to get up and sort himself out in the toilet at the back but feared somebody seeing the wet patch on ether his trousers or the seat. He decided to stay seated hoping it would dry beneath him.

“Apparently we’re booked the trip, Mr Hallam’s fault”, she said looking at the embarrassed man still disgruntle from the altercation with Mr Secker, “so those of you in a double seat need to make room for Mary here–she’s our new exchange student from Spain; she’ll be continuing the journey to Galicia with us and then all the way back home. Maybe she can help us navigate, Spanish being her first language. How exciting”. Said Ms Nurse with a beaming gin on her face. Obviously unaware of the earlier beef between the two adults.

Moon 1446

The opening

As we often find that certain phenomena suit not our desires, we blame all manner of things for the disruption in our flow. Marus was but a grown seed when he witnessed such an occurrence, one such defining moment that he shared with Maura who was but a stranger; he bore witness to what would become

The making of Maura/Maeve

It was the beginning of spring and being on deck for several days kept them in full sight of the suns beaming eye, feeding them with all the iodine and vitamin D they could take.

The market traders had set up their colourful pitches, separated by thick rugs made from the various leftover ropes from past voyages to south Mercia.

Market day was always held on the seamen’s return from wherever. They would go north east, south and west seeking rare trinkets, medicine and clothing that would aid the growth of communities around the world. There were always many obscure things available that evening. Everyone was affected by the trader’s return, it excited the local people knowing that, in the evening, the women would have fine cloths to show off from around the world. They would also have food, medicine and exotic plants to show off and often swap. Market day was always followed by a night of celebration, women would dress up and the men would cook. This music and dance rich celebration would remain a fruitful tradition inspired by the bearers of gifts. Not that they weren’t all fun but the most extravagant of all were the solstices, the equinoxes, the full/new moons and all in-between, the moon seemed to do something magical to each soul.

This particular night would be no different than any other Market night, everyone was filled with joy, excited about the celebrations that would surely occur later that night.

As the ship came in closer a blood chilling scream cut through the calm festive air. “Eabha (Eva), Eabha, naaaaay, ahhhhhhh, naaay Eabha”!

The girl closed her eyes and threw half her body between the ship, hoping to save her sisters head.

Fortunately and somewhat miraculously the little girl lived, as did her sister but they were, like everyone present, never the same. Maura, fifteen earth years at the time, sadly had her thighs crushed by the pressure of the hull. As she throw herself between she had deliberately twisted her body to line use both her legs, hoping to compensate for the width of her sisters head. In a sense, the sea had been good to her as, if it were on land, both her legs would surely have been amputated. By some scientific phenomena, her bones plus buoyancy became a soft wall repelling the boat, back out towards the sea. The boat retreated about fifteen feet after impact but it was still very painful.

Marus wasn’t actually looking at the time of the incident, he looked away. He thought the little girl was dead, he couldn’t accept such a horrific death in his reality, when he saw the situation becoming more intense he felt helpless and went down below and cried until he fell asleep.

In any other case, to intoxicate a young seed would be to destroy a large part of their cerebrum and possibly confuse their developing minds throughout their adult lives but in this rare case, Amar knew exactly what he was doing. He used the elements of earth, water and air to relieve the girls of the high trauma. He regularly used earth medicine to secrete healing, he used Hashish to separate their minds from their bodies, initiating air and then he used cold treated water to wash away their fearful emotions. He stayed with them on a guided journey to the heavens, assisting their thoughts away from the Terra while the healing kicked in. As they were both fairly young, they both had very strong imagination and he knew that, being moon seeds, he could impress upon them their deeper superfluous abilities.

2646

He turned around, saw Shore and lifted his chin up as if to allow her question.

“Why do we still write on blackboards in 2646, sir”? Well, it’s the same reason why you called me sir. Most people don’t but I happen to recognise the importance of tradition, it holds all the secrets and eroded truths of yesterday. In this case it’s the magik of bringing light to the dark and not the other way around.

Another hand went up, it was Karei’s.

“Is the darkness the plane of spirit and the light the plane of matter”?

“Yes indeed…”

“Then why is light our goal when darkness is first and more potent”. She interrupted before he could answer fully.

There are levels within the dark that extend beyond the imagination of those who depend on the illusion of the sun to provide value”.

As he put is hand down he swiped the penny as it fell on the floorboards made a clang sound. He looked puzzled as to where the penny had appeared from.

“But what about Sun light sir, isn’t that to do with hue?”

Hydrogen and Oxygen, are the key components for life, water is all creative and of course it is an equalising component in the sun. The sun gives energy and returns energy giving all the opportunity to defy the magnetism of earth by receiving it purely but as we negate the pure energy, the synthetic sustenance provided and replace it with artificial eatables, the subject falls put of equilibrium thus becoming dense, heavy and susceptible to the inner suns pull into the earth, that which the ignorant used to call gravity. In short, that edible pabulum which the sun favours most, it blesses with light, consume that and ‘you’ will become light, match the thought vibration–death will escape you, okay go, time’s up”.