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I’d like to thank Morgan for this fantastic opportunity to do a guest post for BnV, always a little nerve-wracking guesting on other people’s blogs! Great when writers support other writers. Without further ado, please follow me into a place set apart from time and space. The story incorporates many themes that are an integral part of my writing.

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The Soul of the World is nourished by people’s happiness. And also by unhappiness, envy and jealousy. To realize one’s destiny is a person’s only real obligation. All things are one.

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

The beautiful little lotus floats in the waters of the Endless Sea. For this is no earthly plane but that of the realms beyond human consciousness. Multiverse upon multiverse fade in and out of view. Time is but only one stream issuing from the source of all things. A nine-pointed star watches over all and listens to the billions of voices ebbing and flowing around them, often plaintive, always hopeful. Angelic herald and bestower of mercy are they, planetary regent of Luna herself. Out of geometry and order do they take on human form, being ageless and of infinite wisdom.

Pearls of light drop from his hands, exploding into a myriad of rays bathing the Universe in their glow. The Soul slumbering within the lotus wakens. Gabriel, for it is he, feels her quiver softly and reaches down to gently scoop up the flower. Her life force is strong, which brings a smile to his face. How precious and beauteous are these sparks of light from the Creator’s heart he thinks. He sings her a song of light and sound, recounting a tale of creation and the heavenly hosts. She listens spellbound, opening her petals one by one to finally reveal her face. She gazes upon his face and form. The great angelic being smiles down at her. He is bathed in silver of all hues and luminosity, from long, flowing hair to robe. The symbols of his power shine forth from his being, from silver crescent on his brow to the enneagram pendent around his neck.

She holds her breath for a brief moment as the Universe shifts and shifts again. The cycle begins once more. There is sadness for the loss that is to come, the fall into matter. ‘Grieve no more’ he whispers, her fears does he soothe, her sadness does he heal. The lotus slowly closes her petals. The Soul is enveloped in wings of lunar brightness, lifted high above the stars towards the place of origin. The angelic hosts sing their songs of light and sound, lulling this Soul into the land of dreams and unknowing. For this is to be the Soul’s Dream until the time of becoming.

Jan Malique’s blog: http://www.strangegoingsonintheshed.wordpress.com.