“...you were there when they trampled me - you picked me up, healed me and gave me back my feelings - is it any wonder I love you?...” ― J. Ge. (A Novel)
IN THE PLACE OF REWARDS, REAPING AND RESTORATION:
The girl gingerly and delicately wiped the sweat off her brows. It had been a whirlwind of a journey. A race whose finish line seemed elusive and a war whose toll was weightier than the cost itself. Although she would not have voluntarily ventured into the path of combat and pain, she would not change the dossier of experience, wisdom and fortitude for the world. A date with destiny, a gathering around greatness had produced a blueprint of sorts. The pain and pressure, became the precipice of the push that would birth purpose. There was no recourse in this game and she had no regrets whatsoever.
Like the grind that sought the diamond because of its worth, so the strain would seek out the greatness in her. The higher the height allotted, so deep would the root go in order to clamp into possession. It was good she went through hell and even better that hell went through her. The spoils of war were intricately sweeter and secure than stolen and temporal pleasures. The whole journey was not complete yet... No she had just moved to the next chapter the following segment where she would gladly reap all she had sowed. A table had been prepared for her now.....
As she sat waiting, a stately horse strode towards her. Without a doubt, like the soppy tales foretold. On the horse sat a gallant knight with an armor that shone and gleamed like it had kissed the sun. The knight made a gesture. It appeared he said hop on the horse and we shall ride into the sunset. The sunset was a beautiful prospect, the rider a dream come true. But this chick was not galloping to anywhere on a horse-back. This was the the 21st Century, or was it really? Fairy tales or not, let's try this vision again...
PAUSE--REWIND--REPLAY
And the knight pulled in, on sleek wheels. Came out, took his princess by the hand and kept it moving. The only horse that could be seen around this time, was the car's power. Cut. Much better take. Now lets ride....
CONTROL HEAD-QUARTERS OF THE UNIVERSE (Division of Light and Truth):
Earlier in time: "Bursts of lightning filled the air, as the sound of thunder rolled in a surprisingly sweet and symphonic cacophony. The irony of it was mesmerizing and the spectacle equally dazzling. The atmosphere was filled with splendor as if it were a Person. The saturation of magnificence was immensely palpable and grandeur was vast. Never before had this slice of opulence appeared anywhere else. Never before had power reached its peak. And then the Throne of MAJESTY appeared..."
THE VOICE, as illustrious as ever blared like a peculiar trumpet. Its reverberation ricocheted amidst an entourage of light. Even more radiance coruscated from golden lamp-stands that flanked the most sacred unit ever imagined or described. And in the center of this pageantry of gleaming particles and vivid emissions of brilliance, stood THE ONE with eyes like flames of fire. THE ONE with an effulgence so powerful, the hills crumbled and the waves bowed in obeisance as they tucked their pride below sea level.
The confounding mirage of whiteness like wool disparately blended with the golden light of the sun was wondrous. Sound of leaping waves still dominated as THE VOICE was heard. What seemed like a double-edged sword flew forth with visible vehemence, yet bore an obvious aura of safety. The girl had asked for an audience with THE ONE and yet she was no where to be found. After much scouring and foraging, there she lay as if dead. Though double-edged swords floated around in the air, they would not be blamed for the still form of the girl. She had been awe stricken and in an understandable state of veneration.
THE ONE with THE VOICE reached out HIS hands, and touched the girl's still form. As she revived and stirred to rise to her feet, she heard THE VOICE say: "Do not be afraid...."
THEIR CONVERSATION? Private (Between them both).
THIS CONVERSATION? Sadly just ended.
IN THE LAND OF DREAMS, PREDICTIONS AND STRANGE HAPPENINGS:
The girl emerged from the smoky rubble that was a hodge-podge of 'nasties', debris and litter. On both sides of her, were taunters hurling insults, threats and abuse. They would make it hard for her they promised. Little did they know, that for every one threat or attack thrown her way, three calamities fell right back at them. They probably were not prepared for the repercussions of hurting the girl.
The 'A Star is born' series was over. A new era and season were about to begin. Sometimes the intimidation and harassment could be tiring. But she was always reminded that the WHO that resided in her was Greater and more Powerful. This was a time of redeeming, restoring and rejuvenating. This was a time to be all she was meant to be. This was a time....
The girl curtsys. The curtain falls. Girl is spotted later walking right into the arms of love.
The beginning of the end.
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