The air is ripe in high spirits and hard work; testosterone soaked linen and leather mixed with smoke and vanilla. I am lounging on large pillows stuffed with down and covered in rich and luxurious satins and furs; alder branches are at each corner of my bed and long sheer curtains wave gently from the motion in the space beyond me. The fire is burning is such a way that the shadows of the people gathered cast off images of fantasy I have only dreamt about. Perhaps the words of the Oracle are as true as I believe them to be.
A sudden movement next to me gives me rise; I roll over and my eyes rest on a broad set of shoulders, epaulettes of scars from battle, the stature of a Viking, firm waste and golden skin. Delicious. I wasn’t dreaming. Bless. Just bless…
As the excitement of the previous evening came to a climax a surge of power rushed into the room as a shadow passed across the room as a Viking God (for lack of any other way to describe the volume and stature of this hunk of a man) stepped into the room. Recognition was given to him immediately as a spry young man jumped up to greet him and bring him to the Oracle and me.
The way he walks, oh my, such a stride and with such confidence in his hips and by the way his leather pants fit his crotch, I am seeing breakfast, lunch and dinner. Golden skin and golden red hair pulling my focus to his face and the cool glow from his eyes. They are like the most amazing light blue swirled with a creamy chartreuse and polished by the moon glowing from the depths of his soul, showing me lifetimes of patience and revolution mixed with love and understanding.
I long to be in that space his glance just revealed to me. I close my eyes and when I open them, I am sitting on the edge of a very high cliff. The place vibrates with the same intensity and color of the Viking’s eyes. The air is comfortable, like a wonderfully warm day with a gentle sea breeze whispering past. Suddenly, you are standing at my side. You say, “You are stronger than they foretold. As I entered I reached out to you with my eyes and you responded and are here.”
“Where are we?” I ask.
“This is the realm of my people, my ancestors are the keepers of the golden moon light and the knowledge of the within. We are known crystals in your world; in ours, we are known as ‘Buthadilla’ those that guide to the light within.” “You are of us and with our connectivity we can meet in this realm while in yours, this interaction taking only as long as your blink. We will speak more in your world. Now close your eyes.”
I close them, the cool warmth vanishing; and when I open them you are walking forward, a sly sexy grin on your handsome face. With a grand gesture of your arm you give me a playful and reverent bow going down to one knee and sliding forward and taking my hand in yours, you kiss it and say, “Queen Daylight, I am Edwardo, summoned here upon your awakening to aid on your Quest. I shall serve as your council and interpreter. I am yours.”
As you rise, I drink you in, my mind is all a flutter….you are mine? how do you mean? You smile. Leaning forward, my hand still in yours I press into it and rise replying, “ Edwardo, I can’t begin to tell you how pleased I am to meet you! (my heart chakra pulsing towards his, tangible tension ) Would you mind escorting me to my chambers?” I turn and wink at the Oracle; and just like that he is mine.
You are still holding my hand as we enter my sexy and luxurious room, you scoop me into your arms and with a stride, a lunge and a dip you have me on my back and on the bed. Daylight likes, A LOT!! I can’t explain this connection. We are strangers, but we know each other completely. I want to talk, laugh, touch, devour, listen, breathe, eat, rest upon, and climax all in this moment. You lean in to kiss me, I close my eyes.
When I open them, we are back in Buthadilla, gazing at the beyond. You are sitting next to me and in front of me and at every possible dimensional angle too, no matter where my focus goes, you are directly centered. Your hands have mine and they are resting in a large amethyst basin full of golden moon light. My right hand holds a crystal shard and my left rose quartz; they are vibrating in my hand and across my within, bringing ripples across the waves of my soul.
As we breathe together, the golden silver glow of the moon washes over my entire being, so bright, I close my eyes and let it absorb into every fibre of my being. I open myself up and let it was all over and within me, bathing me in it’s knowledge. I keep myself open until the light begins to fade away and I open my eyes.
The glow has been contained within a glass sphere and hung from the area above by a cord of some form. Unfamiliar sights and smells flood my senses. Cold, dark angles of objects that seem skilled beyond our worlds knowledge. What is this place? These noises? Textures? I shake my head and close my eyes. When I open them, I am staring at your scarred back, the crystal shard and rose quartz in my hands. I snuggle in closer and wrap my arm around your waist and exhale. You take the crystal shard from my hand and holding my hand in you whisper, “I’ve never encountered a realm like that last place before. The foretelling is correct, you will bring us to where we need to be, for what comes next.”
to be continued.
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