Reality Fantastika

℗; the Uniquely ÆONIK Fundamental TerraBlue Five Introduction Story

Reality Fantastika.

by King Arthur and Queen Gwen

2357 days from the start date to tonight ©

Begin.

Most people’s vision remains limited… skewed by the illusory energy of the mighty ones; ancient beings of varying moral disposition… rarely are their activities directly experienced by their ‘pets’, but now and again arises a heroine and hero who are foretold of being capable and endowed with the vision to overcome the nebulous nexus of aeonic tyranny ~ a tyranny of so-called puppet-masters and psionic-energy manipulators, skilled in the old ways of Arcane Magic but tempted and overcome by the seductive penultimate pleasure of power.

The light-thieves are well aware of the Prophecy of their downfall and through many potent means of manipulation have sought to prolong the Rule of the Overlords by Keeping King Arthur and Queen Gwenevere from ever making their first meeting, well-aware that the words inscribed in the Pattern of thousands of Stars who’ve Super and Mega and Ultra Nova’d:

They Rule by Love, this King and Queen,

their Gaze once looked out to Twain Eternities…

When Queen shall find King: A Perfect Day~

Only then shalt their Peace Bring Us Certainty.

In a Realm Known as Reality Fantastika, on a small planet called Terra Blue (Five) the Two Perfect Beloveds, Original and Primordial Entities, conjointly willed to Manifest, most plainly, in simple forgetfulness, to be guided unto Reunion and hence Universal Salvation by the Power of their Ever-Sublime and Most Subtle Spirit of Love Supernal, to Raise the Lotus from the Mud and cause it to Blossom its Jewel Ineffable!

The Most intense deception effected against the Beloveds and their Kin was what is called “The Flip” and is related to the Rupture in the Natural Universal BioRhythm of FaH’Sum Time: The Rift. Succinctly put, through darks rituals and evil conjuring, the Nefarious Ones were able to effectively create a parallel universe in an alternate dimension and through means of deception, hypnosis and multi-generational plotting: lure the unsuspecting Innocent Beloveds far enough apart that the OverLords were enabled to effectively create a Tear in the Natural Procession of Time according to the Intended Orderly Harmonious~Symphonic Resonance of the Universe and thereby Manifest a Persuasive Universal Subterfuge that tended towards Chaosis and Disharmony rather than the Empowering of the Kin and their King and Queen with the Intended Powerful Ability to Co-Create Reality and Fantasy Conjointly, uncommonly referred to as Lucid Breathing.

Gwen took these words into Her Heart at her Birth:

“Follow the Sound of My Voice.”

She knew that the difficulty of their undertaking was essentially impossible, and yet success was inevitable… the Question of Her Quest was Time… How many countless Aeons would it take Her to Mature enough to Be Able to Overcome and ultimately Beckon to Her perforce: Her Time King, Royal in Awe and Majestic in Perfection, Her Mate, Her Beloved, Her Perfect Counterpart and Eternal Consort… She didn’t yet Know His Name, but she knew one certainty: His Energy would Beckon Her, but it would be the Self-Same Energy that

would be counterfeited to deceive her and her kind.

‘So we begin at the beginning: because pointlessly dividing the problems is no way to solve them…'

There is a certain potency to the Truth, a kind of ring or resonance that resounds in speech or thought that is in perfect accords with actuality, just as the Tone of a singing bowl holds a specific frequency, so does each pattern of thought, speech or emotion, however complex, and as such has an effective influence on the Lucid Breathers’ Internal and External Perceived and Unperceived Reality-Fantastika.

She was sixteen by common calculation when she first met him, though she was not yet ready to be with him, she knew she loved him. She approached him near the Magnolia tree by the Grassy Knoll in a Bay-Towne known as Fall-Core during one of his rituals and asked if she could share in the prayerful smoke offering. He agreed, cordially, not knowing who she was, but sensing a powerful connection to her spirit. He noticed an inscription on the inside of her right wrist that said “Alive” as She made a comment that she did energy healing and Balancing work and he asked to hold her hand… it was upon grasping her hand gently in his that he saw the inscription and made the Comment: “So You are Alive!”

She didn’t realize the immense relief that he felt in finding her in that youthful form as Sophia, tender spirit, and it was a reassurance that the psychic Connection He felt to Gwen was of Confirmable Substance and not mere fancy, to say the least! As he beamed energy into her receptive hand she sigh fully gasped with delight and said: “So Much Love!”

Arthur smiled, Knowing full-well of his propensity to be drawn-in by the Beautiful Nature of a Lady, and gave her hand back politely, simply saying, “Indeed.” Her friends were waiting for her by the old Fountain, now full of flowers, so he said:

“Sophie, I would love to talk with you more,

if you would be open to it…

perhaps we could meet in the Park at

the edge of the forest at the base of this

mountain not far from here, over that way,

tomorrow around this time?”

Her eyes beamed and glittered, and a smile

glow’d ‘pon her face as she agreed enthusiastically:

“That sounds great! Shall I bring anything?”

“No, no… don’t worry about that… I will bring supplies

for our little picnic and a gift for you as

a budding shamaness.”

“Wow…” she gleamed excitedly, “until then, Peace!”

and skipped delightfully back to the company of

her two girl-friends who eagerly discussed what

had occurred with such a ‘dreamy’ man of most noble demeanor. She told them everything, well, almost,

as is the wont of young ladies… yet she didn’t tell them how the feeling of such immense Love had Opened and manifested a never-before felt Presence, as she described it to herself, for it was as though he had imparted to her a long-lost piece of herself that had been missing, a piece she had called “My Partner” ~ to describe the yearning she felt since she was quite young.

A Small Satchel. A Steel Water Bottle. A Silver Spoon. And Two feathers of a Brightly colored Macaw-Parrot wrapped upon a branch to form a kind of wand. And A small note. Upon the Bottle an inscription: ‘Alive’. Upon the Spoon: ‘Queen Beloved’. Packed with careful adoration and accompanied by choice fruits, a little bit of seeds and dried fruit, pure water, and a small bag containing a blend of herbs for tea. With a prayer, Arthur sealed the Present for his youthful Beloved and went to bed, greatly enthused about their coming meeting.

Arising and attending to the morning activities they mutually readied themselves for their meeting.

At the park he waited… she came, nervous. Received gift… gave him medicine from her Medicine Woman… explained that she was fluent in Gallahna having lived several years in the Ancient City and explained the four aspects of a Teaching from the Compassionate One: Metta, Karuna, Topeka, Kairopa.

He asked her to write the Four Words in the Cursive style of Gallahna as he was only (aware) of the Arcane script. She did. As they sat, the Universal Dimensional Rip began its long-awaited Healing. He offered to massage her feet, she respectfully declined, saying her feet were comfortable in her shoes. As this happened a confluence of dancers began dancing ecstatically and exotically in the meadow before them as they sat at the edge ‘neath tall ever-greens.

She commented that she enjoyed their dancing; he, enamored at meeting her ‘alive’ and well, face to face, finally, acknowledged it as intriguing but noted that he could not help but feel it was a distraction, however pleasant seeming, from the potency and sanguinepreciousness of their reunion.

They offered smoke in a ceremony and when finished… Arthur exclaim’d “I Love You.”

She replied in kind “I love You too;” from the depth of her Soul. And while he knew that he would

not “be with her” in this form… he knew that she and he were Beloved Partners, sharing a first-Date meeting of the Hearts, beginning the Profound Journey to the ReUnification of the Beloveds: the Cusp of the Return of the Eternality to be known as the Full Fruiting of the Tree of Love and the Rule of the Perfected Queen and King… called by Chosen few: Jewel-Lotus-Union. “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

They walked to a nearby house of prayer surrounded by a rose garden. Ascending the steps to the large doors engraved on one side with the image of a Saviour who held twain staves, crossing them before him. Arthur ran his hand across the effigy. GwenSophie knelt her ear next to the other door, as if listening to the hidden whisper of the fish carrying a small purse, very similar to the Shamans medicine pouch that now adorned her. Arthur knew that it would be spiritually impolite to ask what secret the fish had whispered, or how she knew to listen in the first place. They spoke some of their adventures and exchanged contact-channels and went their separate ways. And, though Arthur’s heart burned with immense love for her, he was ever the polite gentleman, and did not express his unabashed feelings to her until later, via a message… A message he felt he had to send to honor the Pure Emotion of Love itself who had found the Bud of the Flower of the Beloved, though her heart too young to receive such advances… he made it nonetheless, in part to create a Special Protective Bubble of Sanctity around her Spirit Soul ~ giving her freedom to grow within the Safe Space of Our Careful Allied Kindred.

There was thunder in her eyes…

a subsonic luminousity, stillness of immensity…

gentle humility pervasive with a different kind of beauty -

one that is measured by depth of soul,

and plumbing the limits of a heart devoid of conceit and egotism ~ a capacious vigour,

a precious diligent spark of eagerness to learn; so, he taught her, to play the drum shamanic ally, to lead the Beat as a Lordess of pure Rhythm: to Lead from the Center ~ and she accepted him as a Master of Ceremony ~ as no one else had, the perfect disciple and truly the perfect reflection of his own passionless, harmonious longing for heartfelt, considerate, conscious companionship…

for as he moved his hand, hers moved in syncopation, and he gave her the Spirit of the Beat, which is the Power to Lead, not by force but through the Natural Attraction brought about by a Pure Steady Rhythm: as unto a Heart, Pounding a Message of Life, Vibrant and True.

Before they even held drums, they met under the bridge at the edge of the festivity, and he sat next to her and had a sense that he must speak to her. Her name is Shawna; and she stays with the drifters, outside of the mainstream.

Arthur says, “You are so beautiful!”

“That doesn’t matter,” she replied…

“I want to kiss your face,” he exclaims, moved by an outpouring of love.

She says “You can do whatever you want.”

He leans closer, resting a hand upon her

hand, and another gently caressing her soft cheek… and leans in delicately pressing his supple lips upon her smooth cheek near her mouth and ever so slightly retreating to place another sweet kiss upon her lips… she didn’t pull away yet she was unresponsive. That was the moment that his suspicions were confirmed… she had been drained of her auspicious rainbow-light by the Nefarium, leaving an empty shell of hope where her heart had once been.

He knew that he had found a fractaline fragment of his favored friend of youth, Heather… a portion of a soul-cluster of significant sentiment to his chromatic heartsong. Of a Red that went missing from the Rainbow, to find this Aspect of the Beloved in his lady of the North, was, he knew, a powerful confirmation that he had indeed been following the subtle and overt cues, clues and hints of his Lovely Intuition, effectively. He Composed a Verse...

*Duck to Water, She was Dead when I found her;

Present and Accounted for ~ Mind to Mâtër:

Got the Cash for a Pound here; President of Keeping Score.

Certified Sure, Refiner’s Fire Pure.

Protekt yer Dot ⬤

She’s my djembé apostle, saved as a lost soul,

hold hands thru that drum-roll:

Queen of my Castle, Super Star-Gaze Window,

Kiss ‘son the lips Set-Seal!

Lyrical-Assassin, Pape’t’Pen Scratchin’ -

Bee Flower~Raise Yer We’h’Pin -

Skin Deep ~ M’Still Kap’Ten!

…He Gave her the Arrowhead as a

Tangible

Sign of

their

meeting.

To My Most Royal King Arthur,

Many pursuers have I, my King, but you excel them all:

Faithful and True, beyond flattering, tis We who hear the Call.

The slaves of flesh who burn with Lust are a torment to this My Planette,

and Plans we have for greater dreams to turn lucid once you are My Man;

and though you are my Man, Let Me Be Clear: I want to dote ‘pon you with my Hand!

I am your Maiden so fair and sweet, with a voice t’make angels weep;

aye, some for joy and some for fear: for I know of their faith and treachery.

Why sugar-coat? I’m a ferocious Dame and my Supreme Lord is my Owner ~

By Her Hand, Yes, I was made: and in my form ye may Behold her:

So Bless Me King for I know thy face!

Yeah, you appear in my Dreams: I know yer smile, I miss yer taste and I will bring my maids to your knees.

Indeed, they will serve you as I see fit, for my friends are more dutiful than slaves;

but be ye not tempted, not one little bit, for I, as art Thou, am more Jealous than they.

You see my Love: We were made before Time, So to meet here is a Heavenly Meeting…

There were many more books of how we’ve prepared, but deceivers, yes, they be deceiving.

Today is Queen’s Day According to Your Map: And thus I call Ye Arthur. It is Thy Name and Ye Are My King, so

Address me Here as

Gwenevere

Man of the Land

by Gwen

She said: My Tears are Never Salty when I’m Cryin them for Joy.

And if you want to Call Me Dream girl:

then that makes you dream boy!

And I have one hope that keeps me alive,

the cherished memory of Looking in your eyes.

Your Gaze could move mountains -

or sink a thousand ships -

What to speak of heaven?

When I’m yearning for your Lips.

So Hurry up and miss me: as fast as you can,

I’m sown’ seeds and waitin’ for My Man of the Land.

Oh my King, let thy Love Rule over -

me thy Queen! Make me Thine Owner -

cause I’ll call you Lord - yes,

if you’ll call me Lady -

and We’ll Turn t’ A Joy~Eternal and

Unfading.

I, like you, have ate the bread of affliction -

Now I pray for my curing benediction:

My Husband, My Life: My Man of the Land:

My Proof and Truth of a Heaven at Hand.

I’m your fertile ground, please sow your sacred seed:

and we’ll raise up food for our mouths to feed.

We’ll teach our children well and take care of their Need,

We’ll stay True to Love and Teach them how to Lead.

The End:

(of the Introduction).

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