From Heart To Heart Vol.6 Nov.2002

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"Like A Friend"

"Aime-Moi"

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From Heart To Heart

Volume 16- September 2003

Turquoise (part 12)

The orb to us offered bestowed upon our relationship, the imprimatur of the very source that had generated it, thus adding to our understanding of things, an enhanced degree of mystical pertinence. It was all at once, a revived link between Ayana and me and also the materialized bridge between the "above" and the "below", between the visible and the invisible, the known and the unknown, the tangible and the mysterious, the noumène and the phenomenon…our roots were firmly implanted in both worlds and we much appreciated the perspectives offered.
We eagerly examined the material beauty of the jewel and elated were we, at its deep meaning to us. We had well heeded the last words to us addressed, by our celestial visitor. Their simplicity did not fail to reveal the gravity of their context, as we knew that these words were purposely chosen to transmit their clear message to the two neophytes we were.

The orb was the symbol of the return. The orb was also the catalyst to the renaissance finding its expression in the ever -growing concentric circles of the universal cylindroid. What could not be understood in its immediate genesis, would become clear through the process of the return, the juxtaposition of the image with its source, giving rise to a third point, ab ovo. The orb was the greatest message of hope and expectation, in the existential assumption that took from time to time, peculiar turns, projectors of fright upon the mortal human nature. It was a reassuring value, a soothing balm over the anguishes of the "who am I?" even if it didn't provide quick answers to all the other possible intrigues. It was a key confirming the successful passage through an ordeal, a test. It put a landmark on the path thus far covered by the neophytes that we were, in the quest for the Grail. It gave us the right and power to invoke a celestial influence, if need be. It thus marked the beginning of a very different life for us, as well in our comprehension, as in our faculty to think and act. In fact, the orb to us offered was our "Seal for the New Covenant".

Left alone in our room, Ayana and me remained silent, meditating. I held her two closed hands in mines. In her hands was the present. Our heartbeats throbbed in unison in celebration of our deep harmony with the universal forces. Our hearts hummed melodious lines on the violins and harps of our inner realities, of our psychic characteristics. Rocking waves created, by their repetition, a take-off to oblivion…to selflessness. Once again I wanted to associate to what we felt, here and now, all the lover-beings, regardless of who or what they were, regardless of their kingdoms. Here indeed mainly was vibration, the form surrendering its importance to the more glorious instances of the spirit. I wanted to hear the word "Love" pronounced one hundred thousand billions times per second, by the more-than-majority of the beings of the universe, in an ever-changing combinations. I wanted to see the aura of my planet Earth become immaculate, purified of its impurities derived from the weaknesses of the human nature. I heard Ayana's heart murmur to mine, in a formulation of best wishes complementing that which my heart had conceived. I heard her heart invoke and project on the earth, the secret colors of the Woman form, the primordial maternal vibration.

These were the other moments of pure privilege we shared. The half-smile on Ayana's lips enlightened her physical beauty. I tenderly caressed her hands, noting the softness of her skin. My eyes traveled over her whole body, stopping from time to time to allow me to be captured by the beauty of this body of a woman, but more, by the violent attraction it was exerting on me. The sensuality of her warm breath, of her eye penetrating mine, of the warmth leaping out of her entire being, imposed, little by little an elation that my senses translated illico, in a thousands of ways. I tenderly opened her hands, took the present from her and set it on one of the pillows near by. Her hands now freed, generously offered themselves to my body. A fever called "desire" poured over us an ardent potion that humidified our bodies now burning of Love. An embrace and more embrace... Our bodies surrendered selflessly to each other. Love was Queen and King, all at once.

(To be continued... To be continued... )

Jean-Pierre Simons

An Excellent Idea

It was strongly suggested to me by a couple of friends to get "Turquoise" published as a novel or novelette. I had thought of compiling all the episodes at some point and have them published. But I found the idea suggested to be more exciting and challenging. I will be working in that direction. So, this 12th episode of "Turquoise" is the last I will publish in my Newsletter.

I will quietly continue to write the story until its completion. The past episodes will be re-written, so as to include some details that I had left aside in order to make things fit the format of the Newsletter.

When the novel is ready, or is published, you will of course, be the first to know about it. In the meantime, the past episodes written will remain posted as usual.

I thank you for your support. Your suggestions are welcome, as always.

Amicalement,

Jean-Pierre Simons.

Turquoise