PART SIXTY-FOUR
Sand Castles and Sordid Consciences:
The three hooded spooks, stood huddled together in front of the large mirror. Their tones muffled in disgruntled discussion. As they exchanged details of espionage. They were not of the six senior monitors. However their intense surveillance and stubbornly intrusive infiltration, into human affairs, ways and expectations. Provided the main monitors and the ‘fly-lord’. Fodder and fuel for their universal schemes and devices. In a short while, their comrades would be meeting with the ‘fly-lord’. The menacing master was expected to either whirl by, or be fully present.
“Why do they keep pushing, to meet with the royals? It should not matter anymore, at this point. We are about to move to the next phase, of the agenda.” One of the whispering fiends, expressed his observation. “The restless man, says he must relieve himself of a heavy burden. A constant and nagging alert, so to speak. We can't understand it, because it is foreign and unattainable for us. I believe they call it a conscience.” Supplied the second one, with just as much disapproval.
“It’s all in the past, anyhow. Why does he keep bringing it up and disturbing a work in progress?” Retorted the first speaker.
“It may be working out now, but the foundation is faulty. A condition, that promises an inevitable crumbling of the current state. And a definite faltering, of the future.” The third brute put in knowingly. The experience of an unwavering, monitoring, tracking and familiar alignment system. Had inadvertently, taught him that much. “So, if we knew and still know. That the base was a lie. Why then did we go ahead to build on it and plot around it?” Countered the first speaker again.
“Why else do you think?” The third spook responded with a question, stated matter-of-factly.
“For the simple fact, that we work and thrive in and with lies. Therefore, if they do not know that it is a lie. Or they know, but rather choose to ignore it. A regular state of denial and delusion, in this case. Then we still have a chance, to be successful with our tactics. We can certainly and successfully, build and/or expand on a lie. If those ignorant beings, allow and let us.” “This is what….” The original questioner, started to speak again. Before he was interrupted, by sudden activity and movement.
A group of other hooded figures, had begun to file into the crypt. Marching purposefully, to the center. Slowly and deliberately, pacing their footsteps. Echoes of rising chants, permeated the wide and dark space insidiously. Creeping in low and seemingly unintentional. Then building into a perilous warning, of doom. Dark heavy robes swept and swayed, as each fiend stepped to their place and position. The monitors were now in session.
Problems and Plagues in the Post:
Epilogue: While she slept, her husband relayed further. The queen had come in with an older woman, whom he had never seen before. The woman gently placed her hand, on the sleeping woman’s head and uttered the following benediction:
“May it be done for you, as you have done for these.
May your heart receive its deepest desire.
May your enemies be their enemies.
And may you and yours, be protected.
As you have done, for this Precious little gem.”
A month later, she was pregnant with her only daughter.
Juja nervously pressed down on her clothing, to make sure there were no obvious creases. It had been a tumultuous and terrifying two days. However, she knew it was not over yet. Her handlers would not be satisfied, until they got her back. Whatever the case, she had a duty to perform at the moment. And she would do it this time, not because she was an implant. She would do it because she wanted to and she was now personally invested.
And furthermore, she would plant a seed of destruction ahead of her determined stalkers.
It would be a subsequent service, awaiting them in the future. She would make her move, knowing that they would harm and/or kill her. Whenever and however, that they finally got a hold of her. She opened the tiny vessel and poured its content, into a waiting glass of water. The devious sub-organization, had unintentionally taught and showed her well. And they would have to reap their own seed.
“Here she is,” indicated the kind queen. As soon as they entered the room. A make-shift infirmary, had been created at one of the queen’s guest rooms. And the ‘whistle-blower’, was being cared for in royal ambiance.
It was an honorable and selfless act, that she had performed. “Certainly, your majesty.” Replied Juja with a curtsy, as she stepped towards the large cot.
“First, she needs a drink.” Stated the counselor, as the woman’s husband lifted her head from behind. Enabling Juja to feed the sleeping woman, from the cup. “Do you have any children?” She asked the man with a smile, making small talk. Meanwhile ensuring that every drop of liquid, was seeping into its intended destination. “Yes we do. We have….” Juja then placed her hand on the sleeping woman’s head and began to speak.
“May it be done for you, as you have done for these....
Anger Mismanagement and Authentic Manifestation:
“Again, I ask that you return to your section and post. You have no business being here, or interfering with my work.” Rifra warned furiously. “You should stay, in your lane and position.” He finished, his chest starting to heave in rage.
“I should, shouldn’t I?” Started the guard. “Stay in my lane of course. Just like you were in your lane, when you handled her majesty the queen's appointment. Remember the lady?” The man inquired maliciously. The housekeeper felt even hotter now. Like he was finally on fire.
As he tried to open his mouth to respond, his jaw felt tight. He touched the side of his face and it felt different. Then he looked down at his hands and they were changing rapidly. “What?! What is this?!” Cried the perturbed guard, in alarm. “What is happening to you? You are, you are…. Changing.” His shock and surprise, quickly turning into fear. Rifra struggled to say something, but he still could not move his mouth. It was as if his face, was being re-constructed. And his tongue was now plastered, to the roof of his mouth. His hands were stretched out at the moment and his fingers elongated as nails rapidly grew on them.
The housekeeper also stared in horror, at his shrinking and rumpling skin. Tissues that were now layering, into tiny scales. “I can’t believe this!” Shouted the guard again, as he turned to run. “You are a monster! Help me someone, he is a monster!” He kept shouting, as he visually sought a quick exit. “Take a look at you,” he shot incredulously at Rifra. As he briefly glanced his way. “You are turning into a monster, you are changing into a beast. Oh my, is anyone out there?!” He called out in mounting terror.
Turning around wildly, as if expecting an answer. Fighting of dread, in hopes that anyone would show up. And possibly rescue him, from drowning in panic and impending destruction. “Someone help!” He shouted, stumbling forward and running desperately. Yet, as fast as he ran and as far as he had gone. It seemed like he was merely going around, in circles. Rifra covered the separating distance, in two long strides. Grabbing the guards throat from behind, he finally grunted; “Shut your mouth.” Then he clamped down clawed hands, over the man’s face.