The dot, p.6
The Dot, page 6
“Staying here inside this prison will destroy our free will. Destroying two living human lives, this is your plan?”
After pushing his saucer and cup of tea away, he stands and walks to where he placed his backpack. He then takes a seated lotus pose on the floor.
For two days, he meditated without moving. He didn’t rise for food or drink, not even to take a piss.
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Although I am awake and have been for a long while, I refuse to open my eyes. I don’t want to change a thing that might end this memory. He left me long ago, but I stretch my arm across the bed anyway just to see if he is still lying with me. ‘Silly girl,’ I think while mouthing the words in silence. But now, the thoughts for what must come next grow stronger and become dominant. So strong are the thoughts I must surrender to them and open my eyes.
Slow and reluctant to give in, rising out of bed in protest. Slower still, I dress and force myself to practice positive affirmation. Desperate, my efforts bolstered my determination to face the challenge that awaits me.
Packing the supplies I had prepared several days previous into my backpack and then swinging it over my shoulders, I open the door to step outside. The first rains of the day are pouring down. The sky is dark, and the air saturated and thick with humidity. I step out onto the slippery, muddy ground.
A cart awaits me. Zosimos nags with his whirring fusion motored drone hovering above it. Impatient and waiting for me, I’m sure. When I take a seat in the cart, it whirls around and takes me towards the city. Curious, I access the control panel to discover that the medical center is our destination point. When I arrive twenty minutes later, the chief of medical oncology, Ututotua, is waiting for me.
“Did you bring the sample?” she asks.
“It’s in my backpack, Ututotua,” I reply. “Good to see you. How are you?”
“Sorry for being so short with you, Vallena,” she says. “The entire city is living in fear and panic. Not much time for traditional greetings these days. Zosimos and his boys are destroying the monastery, murdering, and creating a life none of us can predict or care for. He’s given me strict instructions to run medical tests on the samples you’re bringing me. And I’m supposed to tell you, the moment you arrive, to meet him in the kitchen at what’s left of the monastery. I suggest you get there as quick as your long legs can take you.”
I struggle for a moment to get the overstuffed backpack off my shoulders. My hands are shaking, and my nerves are stressed. She lends me a hand, and together we manage to get the soaking-wet straps off my shoulders. Then I give her the sample pack that was placed at the top of the backpack. She turns on a heel and sprints through the medical center towards the laboratory.
The feel of the city and medical center have all changed. So much so that I can hardly understand what has happened here after being isolated out in the castaway house for a short two months. But I can sense from her tone and her body language the change is based on troubles and fears.
Before closing up the backpack, I check once more to ensure the surprise I’ve prepared for Zosimos is still there. Deciding that there is no sense in trying to wear the pack or wasting time to get it back over my shoulders, I carry it. Following Ututotua’s example, I run through the drenching rain and slippery, thick mud to the monastery. It’s just one thousand meters away, but when I arrive in the kitchen, I’m winded.
“I’m stressed,” I say to myself aloud.
“What do you mean, stressed?” Zosimos demands.
“I feel stressed, is all I said. Everyone is stressed. You fucking well know you’re stressing everyone out. You are a horrible person.”
Perhaps I’m too bold in my reply. Still, there’s nothing for me to lose. My work in this life is now complete. I don’t care what comes next.
“How did you get his sperm? Tell me what happened in that tiny blacked-out house. You two were in there four days alone. Tell me everything.”
As I tell him about the trap I set for Kelv, I gather the tea from inside my backpack and then prepare some water in a beautiful pearl-colored kettle. By the time I’ve finished describing the third choice for Kelv to choose for his escape, the water is heated, and I carry the teakettle, two crystalline cups, and a fresh cone of sweet honey on a golden service tray over to where Zosimos is seated.
“No. I don’t want your tea. Tell me, what did he decide to do? Which choice did he make? Obviously, you got his sperm, so he chose to fuck you. And to think I had given him more credit than to stoop so low.”
He laughs, mocking me with his laugh and with his ridiculing eyes.
“No, he didn’t choose me. But, if you want to know the story, then drink the tea. You chicken shit. You — self-proclaimed — super Demi-god. Out there in the city, running around this world, reminding everyone how superior you are to all of us. But here you sit, afraid of a little witch’s brewed tea.”
I knew the blow to his ego would compel him to take the tea. What he suspected of it being poisoned was correct. Well, not poison, but I laced it with the cure to replace the genome of anger and put his DNA in harmony with everyone else on Ziran. I also added one of the oracle’s blue pills. Soon he will have all the anger removed from his DNA. Then, he’ll hear the message from The Source as I did when the oracle spiked me with the blue pill.
There he sits, waiting, with his posture displaying his displeased impatience. Demanding for me to tell the story. The sweet, pungent smell of strong English breakfast tea fills the room. I rattle the lid of the bright-white pearl-colored teapot to get his attention. When I do, I point to his cup and motion for him to pick it up.
As I made my second sip of tea, exaggerated slurping, adding a sarcastic sideways glance as I sat the crystalline cup down onto the crystal cleat saucer. He draws a deep breath and a sigh of disgust and surrender and then sips at the tea. First, he tests the temperature and then the sweet honey taste. Satisfied, he then takes a deeper swallow.
Unsatisfied, I fold my arms across my stomach and look at him in disappointment. The same look I would give when he was a child refusing to eat. He sighs once more before finishing the tea. Zosimos throws the crystalline cup across the room. It hits the wall, and it shatters with the sound of the crystal being splintered into a thousand shards as he shouts, “Tell me the fucking story, witch, or I will cut you from your crotch to your chin!”
He pulls the dagger he slayed his mother with from his belt. With a tight-fisted grip, he slams the dagger, point first, into the large dining table. The sound of the blade sinking into the slab table makes less of an impression than the sight of the blade now an inch or more into the hard stone slab.
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“Well, much to your delight, I’m sure, Kelv chose the wine over me,” I said without showing the slightest care about his tantrum display and yelling.
“After he made the choice, I joined him at the table, and we shared a few glasses of rich red wine. I had salvaged three bottles from the inheritance my family’s forefathers passed down. I couldn’t think of a better time to pop the corks on these rare gems from a Blue Origin recipe.
“Before the second glass was finished, we were laughing and reminiscing about our childhood. We reminded each other of our friends and our love for life, and later, we spoke about the feelings we have for one another. When I went to open the second bottle, Kelv went to the other room to kill, clean, and filet the two fish I brought from the sea.
“When he returned to the table, we had another glass of wine. Then I prepared a fabulous meal of legumes, roots, and fish. We finished the second bottle of wine over dinner, and the third bottle was gone a few hours later. Throughout the drinking of the third bottle, we made out. When it was gone, our passions were running wild, and we knew no limits as we made love. Over and over, and over. . . and over again. He made sweet love to me. I gave him everything he desired. After the . . .”
Suddenly, the doors to the kitchen swung open with a crash. Ututotua came through the doors with a loud clap of thunder from the storm following behind her. The door swung open and crashes into the wall carried by a powerful gust of wind.
“Where did you get this sample? There is no way this is from someone on our planet. Where did it come from?” She is out of breath and excited. “There is no sign of any degradation at the cellular level. The telomere lengths are twice that of normal chromosome DNA, with no sign of any radiation damage. This sample . . . is as if the sample came from a super healthy human.”
As she continued to speak, I feel the effects of the oracle’s blue pill I laced in with the tea creep into the present moment. My mind watches as Ututotua changes in physical appearance and the tone of her voice also changes. She takes on the radiance of an Asura god. Right then, I recognized Zosimos’ father, Shiva. I recognize him from the time I had performed the sex ritual to invoke Shiva to possess Mahá and for Sati to possess Visákhá.
Shiva says to me, “Sit quiet and listen to what I tell my son, Zosimos. Then go home in peace. Your work is complete.”
Rising off the ground a half meter, Shiva turns toward Zosimos, “My son, you are feeling and hearing me for the first time but not for the last. It is the moment for you to align your energy with mine and with your mother’s. Relax, listen to my words. You are an extension of nonphysical source energy. And you came here with great eagerness and purpose. Here, you intended to explore the perfect contrast on Ziran for the purpose of moving life beyond what it has been before. You are exactly where you intended to be at this very moment in time and space. The Source is pleased.
“Your life continually calls for more expansion through you and all that is benefits from the critical part that you play. Now, while you listen to me and relax, you can feel the appreciation The Source feels for you at this moment in time. Appreciation for your physical world, for its diversity, and the stream of never-ending desires that flow forth from you.
“Before your birth into this physical body, you understood the importance of the contrasting diversity on planet Ziran. You leapt into this physical existence, eagerly, wanting to explore the variety and enjoy the expansion you knew would be called through you. Your life is supposed to feel good to you, for you have deliberately chosen it as the platform from which more will flow.
“The appreciation The Source feels for you places you in a blanket of worthiness if you allow it. Your life is serving you well, and it is providing the basis of expansion precisely as you knew it would when you decided to come. You have launched countless vessels of desire into your vortex of creation, and your persistent entry there will always feel good. From inside your vortex, things satisfy and delight you. You feel expansive and vibrant, and you are passionate for more.
“With every new discovery at each new place you stand, the expansive feeling for more continues to call you and refresh you. Your world is gradually expanding, flourishing, and refreshing while finding balance every step along the way.
“Wellbeing is the dominant basis for all that is in the universe and the physical planet upon which you now stand. Your magnificent world is eternally tied to the steady rhythm of well-being at its core, and so are you. Be straightforward about your life and feel my appreciation for who you are as you allow wonderful things to flow naturally to you.
“Any resistance you have found along your physical path will be released now, as you relax into the law-based premise of my words. Now that you have heard my words and remember who you are, you will rediscover your natural vibrational patterns of well-being. Each day, you will find more clarity, stamina, and eagerness. Each day, you will remember who you are and why you have come.
“The Source is fully aware of you right now and feels unspeakable appreciation for who you are. Your life is supposed to feel good to you. You are meant to feel happiness in your life, and as I have already said, but it bears repeating, you are meant to satisfy your dreams. You are doing extremely well, and the well-being that you seek is flowing to you. Relax and enjoy the unfolding. Feel appreciation and enthusiasm for what is coming. There is great, endless, unconditional love for you here.
“Right now, it is time for you to release the anger that possesses you. Seek out and get expert knowledge. Go into the wasteland and seek guidance and wisdom from the great sage, the great being, the bodhisattva Kelv.”
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The vision of Shiva magically morphed from Ututotua’s body, which now diverges to give rise to Sati. She arrives alongside as an extended part of Shiva. As he continues to speak to Zosimos, she emerges to communicate directly with me.
Sati is a beautiful goddess with flowing hair and radiant gold tone skin. I’m stunned and captivated by the vision before me with these two radiant and gorgeous Asura gods manifesting themselves from out of Ututotua. Then my attention is seized when I see Sati motioning for me to leave. She’s pointing at me with a long extended finger and then at the doors of the kitchen. Her eyes are twice the usual size, very hypnotic, and crystal clear. The eyes appear like pools of sky interchanging with sea and fire and then reflect the barren wasteland.
Without further hesitation, I shake my head to awaken my senses into getting my body to take action. I gather the backpack and toss it over my shoulders, securing it while I exit the monastery. Not of my own free will, but I am carried instead by some kind of physical sensation from out-of-body energy.
Once outside the doors, I find myself running as fast as I can toward the idle cart. The cart is at the far side of the monastery’s perfume chambers, right beside the kitchen. “Get home, Vallena!” I say as I struggle to take control of myself, but I can still feel I’m under the effect of the blue pill. As I say the words, the external energy source immediately leaves me, and the cart starts toward Orchard Road. The sweet feeling of going home fills me with a sense of gratitude.
‘He’s exactly where he intended to be. How is it even possible?’ My thoughts are racing as I recall what Shiva had said. ‘The Source appreciates him? Are you kidding me? How does a murdering lunatic deserve any appreciation? How do you only see the good in a person like that?’
The salty-humid smell of the sea fills my spirit senses while the cart drives down the steep slope of the mountain. The sound of orchard birds singing their soft melodic whistles intermixed with lyrical chirps and the green canopy of the fruit and nut trees covers the dwellings of my coven of brothers and sisters. A sense of security now overtakes me, as I’m almost home for the first time in several months.
At the bottom of the mountain, I take a mental inventory of my life. My intentions have always been parallel with my persistent desire and lust for men. All my life, I have been boy-crazy and preoccupied with admiring males. Their strength, inner drive, the deeper tone of their voice, the way they seek to make life better and solve people’s problems, and, of course, the physical part of the anatomy that makes them unique and extraordinary. I love everything about men.
My love for Kelv was deeper than the love I shared with all the others, and it was unconditional. The more he was physically unavailable to me, the more I lusted for him. On the day he surrendered from civilization to seek the path of the bodhisattva, I felt abandoned. The abandonment sunk deep down into the base of my heart. To help me mask the pain, I clung to Mahá and Visákhá and became their wife. We were childhood friends, and I lusted for both of them.
The cart stops just a few hundred meters away from my stylish garden home. I stood up in the cart to view my gardens, still adorned with flowers and herbs. The blooms from the plants illuminate and sparkle with brilliant colors and magical rays that beam outward into space. The sound of the wind in the almond tree grove, and waves crashing on the nearby shore, combine with rolling thunder far off in the distance as the first storm is now long past. All the visions, sounds, and sensations don’t bring the joy of being home that it once had.
The memories from the last time I was here are too heavy to bear. I can’t go into the house where the last thing I saw there was my husband dead and Zosimos with those bloody daggers in his hands and inside me, and him ordering me to leave. With my eyes closed tight and teeth gritted, I imagine the bloodstained sheets still pulled across the bed. My chest feels heavy. The memory guts me. Sadness prevails.
‘Should I cut my wrists here while I stand in the cart? Perhaps I’ll make my exit from this physical life standing over there within the garden.’
“About time you got here!” The sound of his voice yelling from behind me startles me, and I lose my balance and tumble out of the cart and onto the side of the road. Rolling over in a panic, I look up and see Terrence and Habin.
They laugh at my clumsiness and my obvious fear. As they start toward me, I see the dagger in Habin’s hand. The bright silver light from Faust glimmers off the polished steel blade. He hurries to conceal it, but it was too late. I have seen it.
‘I’m on my way home.’ the thought comforts me.
“If you’re here to kill me, and I know you are, I want you to know that I am not afraid to die. This is the place and time I chose for my death. There is one thing I must insist on before the sharp steel burns my throat. Habin, can you give me your word?”
“As if I work for you. Don’t be so stupid. Why do you always speak so slow and soft like that? You’re as dumb as you are ugly.”
“Wait on it, man. Chibusa. She’s not ordering you to do anything. She’s asking you for a favor.” Terrence kindly explains to Habin while walking around and behind me. After helping me to my feet, he secures my arms tight behind me and readies me in place for Habin to make the clean sweep across my throat with his dagger.
“Okay. Yeah. Sure, stupid witch. My word. What is it that you want me to do?”
“Tell your grandmother I love her and thank her for everything.”
A sincere smile washes over my face. I can feel the heat of Faust and Kelly shining down from above on my body, and I see only their bright, illuminated sky above.
