THE SLIDE — part 3
Chapter 38 — Marie Bissett, First Love
Webs that Weave
Remote Eastern Inja Coast
It was a private train on tracks reserved for VIPs and the military. General Jean Bissett and his wife and two daughters were on a trip to a remote coast of Inja. He had a private meeting with an official from the Asia Confederacy. His family would stay on an old estate for rest and rejuvenation. The estate spa was tucked away from the beach and hidden in thick foliage.
Young Marie was thirteen and filled with a foolhardy, adventurous spirit. Though she was of age, her parents were protective of her. When Suni first saw her, he was enamored with this fair-haired beauty. He was alone with paperwork in the completely camouflaged observation post. His assistants were on leave.
Don’t you know this beach is “off limits”? he thought, and dangerous. As he looked at her, he wondered if she were reading his feelings or thoughts he had for her as she was approaching his position in the hidden shelter. That’s a no-no, he thought and impulsively ran from there through the reeds towards the beach. He was like a hunter’s dog flushing game hens. Startled by the flash of color and his rapid movement, she ran. He stumbled down the embankment head over heels, landing in the muck. He passed out.
A short time later, he opened his eyes to her head, which blotted out the sun before he succumbed to the folds of unconsciousness again. When he woke again, he was swathed in blankets under a full mooned sky. Though she was not there, her presence lingered. The tide was coming in. He dreamed of her beneath the blanket with him, her young innocence pressed against him.
He woke with a start as the tide reached him and he was pulled into the moonlit waters enmeshed in reeds. The blankets should have been an impediment, but they acted as a flotation collar serving to keep him buoyant on his back, head skyward.
In his dream he felt in swooned by her power and that she was making love to him.
Near dawn, Marie ran into the waters to help him, lost her footing, and freed him from the reeds into open waters just as he began to awaken. She struggled to free herself from him as they both floated free of the shore. It was then that Ombolo attached one of her tentacles to them both and dragged them into the deeper waters.
Suni was groggy and awake before he knew what was happening. It was too late. Ombolo had formed a bubble around each of them separately. It was seconds later that the bubble made a cocoon and the nine-tentacled creature swooshed into the depths.
Ombolo jetted to her garden where the objects placed in a geometrical pattern lit up, shooting light upwards through the waters. She pulled into an overhanging rock and waited, watching with her inner eyes the patterns of light made by the carefully placed objects while she established telepathic contact with Suni and Marie separately.
Hours Before
Overhead, an ancient satellite was struck by an array of micrometeorites forcing it out of orbit and down towards the planet. It was a sizeable piece of equipment. Once it burned through the upper atmosphere, pieces of it flew off with tremendous speed.
While Ombolo was adjusting the objects in the geometrical pattern, a two-inch shard jetted through the water and stabbed Ombolo in the head, where it was lodged. She withdrew instinctively. And fell, appearing lifeless, to the sandy bottom. The ninth tentacle was thrown upwards extending into its full length up above the water. It appeared to go into the sky. When it fell, a rarefied film came down with it, entered the water and filled the garden with light. A ghost image of Ombolo split off from her physical body and swam away at lightning speeds.
Ombolo, though immobilized by the shard, worked to send messages to Marie and Suni, both together and separately.
You are twins, each with the purest of hearts, meant to be together for a purpose. I know that each of you knows this.
Ombolo sent cooing sounds to Marie to soothe and melt her fears and shock.
Suni, your mind has been fractured into darkness and you are separate from your pure heart. Before the accident of the metal from the sky, I could have healed you of this rift, but now I cannot.
She created a space for them to feel the heart’s connection with one another. It took much of her strength to create the space. A space that mirrored the higher dimensional orchard and singing grasses that Farha had visited in dreamtime in eternal time.
Healing through Separation
Ombolo Spirit returned and joined her body, bringing energy. A larger swimming beast swam back and forth over the garden, sending vibratory waves down into Ombolo’s body. Reflexively, she released Suni in the bubble/cocoon that she had created around him. His body rose and found a place to stick on the ventral region of the creature near a fin.
The larger creature swam in many patterns at varying depths over and around Ombolo and moved away with Suni. Despite the distance between Suni and Marie, they were bonded like siblings and something more in the orchards of apples and pears where the grasses sang. Ombolo rested for days working on herself and instructing Marie.
When the work was completed, Ombolo took Marie back to the beach at moonlight just before their first meeting. Marie ran back along one of the many paths back towards the estate. She watched as her past-self ran towards the beach innocent, wild, and free.
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