The true Mason is not creed bound. He realizes with the divine illumination of his Lodge that as a Mason his religion must be universal; Christ, Buddha or Mohamed, the name means little, for he recognizes only the light and not the bearer.
No true Mason can be narrow, for his Lodge is the divine expression of all broadness. There is no place for little minds in a Great Work.
The true Mason is supremely unselfish in every expression and application of the powers that have been entrusted to him. No true Brother seeks anything for himself, but unselfishly labors for the good of all.
True Light can come only to those who, asking nothing, gladly give all to it.
Manly P. Hall
The Lost Keys of Freemasonry
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The objective does not necessarily surpass the subjective, you know. Reality does not necessarily extinguish fantasy.
Haruki Murakami
Killing Commendatore
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An `ait a bhuil do chroi is ann a thabharfas do chosa th`u.
Your feet will bring you to where your heart is.
~ Auld Keltic Saying
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Daryl managed to gain his own front door without further shadowing by Person Unknown.
However, before entering, he decided to patrol his parameters and betook himself around the back and to the stables and garden.
How the garden had grown! He was made uncomfortable by seeing all that had transpired without him...as though, Rip Van Winklelike, he'd slept through some years to find that Life, in all its natural glories, had bypassed him somewhat.
He felt he had been rendered somewhat superfluous. Well, he sighed...suppose that's what happens to one who acts in a manner befitting a solipsist.
Rosa and Manuel, and Emlyn, naturally, had certainly not been idle here; pole beans climbed energetically skyward and sunflowers heads hung heavy with seed, tomatoes had been robust this year he noted, and, yes! Artichokes had come, and gone; while snapdragons and blackeyed Susans stayed the course. Daryl searched for carrot tops and found them alongside onions and garlic. Pulling a large carrot, he headed to the stable.
He grinned as he heard Galahad's welcoming neigh: 'Where have you been?' Daryl heard that loud and clear in his four legged friend's not inconsiderable voice.
'Here you are then, big baby...' Galahad crunched carrot while Daryl shook off his jacket and went to the tack room. A good curry and brush would do them both wonders, he felt, taking a handled box of such implements back to the stalls.
Patting the big dapple grey, Daryl set to with a will, after depositing a bucket with just a casual handful of oats before his faithful friend. The sound of horse teeth munching and tail swishing was like a balm to Daryl's rather raw nerves; what with being followed by odd strangers and then hunted by wolves...
He checked the beast's hooves and found them clear of any stray rocks or other objects and patting Galahad again, gave into his impulse to hug his big equine friend about the neck; Galahad, gentleman that he was, endured this fit of affection and leaned his head against his master's back, snorting softly.
'We'll take a ride soon, eh, boy? No cart pulling, just we two lads...you'd like that, sim?'
Galahad was nosing about Daryl's pockets and nudging him, horse lips nibbling about his jacket, hoping for more hidden carrots.
'You know your priorities, I'll give you that!' With a final pat, he left the stables and returned to walking his property in the westering light of sunset.
Deciding that he would make plans for a taller fence, finally Daryl betook himself inside, calling, 'Hola?' No answer. A quick check about told him he was indeed home alone.
Ah. Well. To the kitchen then. Tea was calling.
Lifting lid from teapot, therein he spied the note.
His heart beat just a tad faster as he unfolded it, hoping it was from Emlyn...
He recognised, rather regretfully, Athena's neat block lettering:
GONE TO GATEHOUSE. ATHENA AND EMLYN.
'Well, that's a fine howdoyoudo!' He sighed, and lifting the burner, let the note drop into the stove, curling at edges til gone to ash.
Now what?
Now, tea. He'd some thinking, and much catching up to do. Taking pot and mug to his study he set tray on table. Pouring a mugful, he unlocked the armoire...and sighed with relief to find Cup and Box still there.
He'd half feared that Axelis or Thelene would have snatched them away when they'd returned him to this time with their dire sentence of exile as to his 'when', if not to where.
He reached for Cup and felt the weight of it, handled it carefully, studying it with his acquisitor's pull of ownership. They were somehow bound together, he and Cup. He didn't feel as deeply regarding Box, however. That, he could do without. It was trickier than Cup. He didn't trust it.
Not that he felt trust in Cup. Just a simple feeling of familiarity, relation. Was it indeed the same Cup he and Em had rescued from the Defenders of the Faith way back when? He wasn't sure, but all he could decide was that it 'felt' like it.
Well, he had been put in charge of keeping the Items. He would have to do something about that. Talk to Raimundo, and Sebastiao and explain what had happened, his being 'grounded'. Not to mention Connor's idea about his joining the local Freemasons...
Perhaps he should do, and soon. He looked outside, noting sunset was now edging into twilight. Perhaps manana...
Well, he'd promised Galahad an outing; sans carriage, it shouldn't take but an hour or so to reach the Village.
'And...ain't nobody here but us chickens,' he told Cup and Box.
He sighed. Perhaps he should get a dog, he realized.
Who knew when Emlyn and Athena would return?
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Emlyn awoke well rested and energised for what she had decided would be the first day of her New Life. (Sans Daryl, etc.)
She hadn't beaten Athena to tea, however, noting that her friend was already busy in the kitchen. Wrapping herself up in the crazy~ quilt, she began arranging sticks for kindling as she made up the new fire.
'Tea,' Athena announced simply, setting tray upon the pirate chest.
'Fire!' Em answered, waving a hand to the hearth, smiling.
A wry smile laced Athena's lips as she poured a mug, adding honey.
She yawned, as she curled in the sofa's corner. 'How did you sleep, cher?'
'Deep, dreamless. It was lovely...' Em added a few larger branches to fire, then took her tea to the opposite corner, wrapping blanket tighter. 'And you?'
'Umm,' she sipped tea, adding, 'the same. So, what are your plans now?'
Em was frowning into the fire. 'Well! I just realised that I have no way of...travel! That is, I have no idea where my mobile unit has gotten to. I've been tagging along on Daryl's coattails...' she frowned harder.
'I was thinking that before I head for the hills, as it were, I should perhaps let Raimundo know that I am leaving, but, well, how to, manage all that?'
Athena stretched languorously, like a big white cat. She was wearing that snow leopard~like robe.
'I'd not mind a visit to the Village. You recall last time, I was 'left standing on the shore', while you sailed off into the blue...'
'Yes,' Em bit her lip, 'And I am sorry about that, Athena. I simply lose all constraint when I think I may be seeing Alice again! Nothing else mattered at that moment...'
'Understood.' Athena reached for a mandarin and began peeling. 'Well, I could take us, sometime later today if you wish. But I do have a few things I'd like to take care of about the place here later on. I need my time alone as well, cher.'
'Understood!' Emlyn did. 'And I do realise I have been rather, less than understanding lately, Athena. I simply come unglued when I have been subjected to Daryl's antics for too long. I'm trying to take steps at last to free myself of such...unpredictable, chaos!'
Athena chuckled. '~ As opposed to predictable chaos?' She sighed, 'Well, one could do so, predict chaos that is, whenever Daryl is about, indeed...' Athena stood.
'I will say, however, that I feel this is a good idea, for you. From my sidelines seat, I've watched how all this has played out and yes, cher; it has been rather more reaction from you, to Daryl's actions. Seldom have you had time for your own endeavors when he is stirring up...stuff.'
'~ Which is always!' Emlyn had an orange in hand, juggling it to and fro, in thought. She stopped and nodded. 'You're right though, spot on. All I seem to do is react to his...chaotic actions. It gets tiresome.'
Athena regarded her mantle clock. 'This afternoon, then? Time is getting on, already.'
'"The best way out is often through",' Emlyn quoth. 'Robert Frost.
I suppose he's right.' She looked at Athena, smiling.
'Right. And "Probable impossibilities are to be preferred to improbable possibilities", Aristotle.' Athena replied, with serious mien.
'Ah, hm. Right.' Em blinked.'"He who travels happy must travel light". And I am all for that.'
Athena nodded. 'We're off again, then!'
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By noon, they found themselves standing dockside at The Village.
It was neither clear nor fogbound but light puffs and plumes of fog tendrils were wisping their way slowly eastward, and a hazy orange ball of Sol was now becoming discernible.
'Well, here we are!' Emlyn gazed about, breathing deeply of salt sea air. 'On the docks...' Why the docks, she wondered?
'Indeed.' Athena was smiling, also inhaling scents of sea and fish and wet hempen rope. 'Manuel and I had the best sopa in a little cafe` dockside.'
'Ah.' Em nodded. That explains their 'landing' location, Em strolled over to the marina seeking La Catherina, Athena trailing slowly.
'Thar she be!' Em lapsed into piratese when about boats. She pointed to the yacht at anchor which had taken her south to Mexico.
'Let us just see if Sebastiao be aboard.'
'Aye, aye, Long John! Lead on!' Athena sketched a salute and put her stomach on hold a while longer; though she could hear sopa calling her.
Down the stairway and gangway plank leading to the boats they maneuvered, til they stood before La Catherina.
'Be anyone aboard?' Athena wondered.
'Hola!' Emlyn called. 'Sebastiao! Be ye aboard? Hola?'
Presently a form presented itself from the cabin below decks. Not Sebastiao, however.
'Raimundo!' Em was thrilled. 'Such a surprise!'
'And just in time for sopa,' Athena added.
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Ensconced at a window seat table, the party of three were feeding in a sopa frenzy upon their second bowls of sopa de peixe. Cracking open a sweet roll, Raimundo was explaining some sailor lore to the ladies.
'And as to hurricanes...yes, they are named after ladies, but do you know the reason why?' He inquired.
The ladies allowed they did not.
'As the legend has it, hurricanes were created when a certain island princess, a Caribe, was kidnapped by white men, Columbus's no doubt, and taken to sea and abused and tortured for information as to where to find hidden treasures of gold they had heard tell of.
'There was no treasure, of course, except that of the princess herself. As she lay dying, she cursed all sailors thereafter, with monstrous sea storms, a whirlpool of wind and water and cold death which we have come to know as a hurricane.' He paused to finish his sopa. 'And, the Africans as well, have their legends. It is no accident, they say, that hurricanes follow the route of the slave ships here.'
'That is horrible. Truly, Raimundo,' Emlyn pushed away her empty bowl. 'But I can certainly understand the princess's wrath against her captors!'
'Is that why they have a woman figurehead upon the ship's prow, then?' Athena asked.
Raimundo grinned. 'Sim. Indeed it is so. And, why ships have a woman's name, to honor the princess, and to placate her, and all women. Sailors can never be too careful when it comes to appeasing the fickle forces of sea and weather; women being 'of the sea', he said, borne of sea~foam.
'It is a known fact, that the bare breast of a woman, will calm troubled waters,' Raimundo ended, utterly serious.
'I am certain that it does.' Athena pronounced. She was full of sopa and happy to comply.She was looking at Em, and wondering if Emlyn had recalled to mind their lessons on the Dreamshore of the history of humankind, and how women were actual mer~maids, truly, in fact, hybrid sea~creatures.
'Well,' Em straightened to gaze out the window, noting that the fog had mostly dissipated and the sun was more noticeable, 'I, for one, am glad of smooth sailing at present. It is much too cool to have to soothe a savage sea in inclement weather!'
Raimundo softly chuckled, a sound rarely heard. He checked his pocketwatch and announced that Sebastiao would be closing shop soon, if they wished to meet up with him.
'And then, we're off to St. Catherina's. It is a special celebration there tonight.'
The women were intrigued by this, but Raimundo would say no more, but insisted upon paying for the late lunch. He then escorted them, tout de suite, uptown to Sebastiao's antique shop.
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'He must be in the back.' Raimundo had a key to the shop, however, and, unlocking it, waved the ladies inside to the tinkle of an overhead bell. He then headed in back, tossing over his shoulder an invitation to 'take a look about, there is much new inventory you'll find...'
The Ladies needed no such prodding; the very shop drew one in, promising secrets and surprises cunningly strewn about, less like a pirate's den than an esoteric aristocrat's attic...
Emlyn noted several musical instruments in a corner and smoothly glided alongside, as she touched a gold flute, she fancied she could hear a soft Pan~like melody from somewhere. Taking her finger away, it stopped. Interesting.
Touching strings of what appeared to be a lute, again came soft strains of some rather baroque music. And, again, this dissipated when she set it down. It then...sighed.
Athena meanwhile, had been perusing some oddly shaped bottles of varying shapes and colours all displayed upon a rather rococo dressing table. She unstoppered one cobalt coloured bottle that looked like a vertical row of glass balls set one upon the other from large to small. The luscious home~grown scent of lavender wafted full~blown to her nose. Along with it, came a scene of purple flowered fields waving gently in the sunlight to her mind's eye.
She corked it again and scent and scene disappeared. How odd!
Reaching for a crimson bottle blown with bubbles, she lifted the glass top from it to a riot of roses; a deep red rose scent was present immediately, along with the scene of an English country rose garden, walkways lined with bowers of blooms overhead; birds sang and bees buzzed busily gathering rose scented pollen from labyrinthian bushes set about the winding paths...
'Ladies! Welcome!'
Neither had heard or noticed, but suddenly Sebastiao had appeared in the aisle between them, moustaches at the ready. Raimundo approached at a quick march behind him and announced they were off to the Inn, herding them all out the shop door.
When it closed, no one heard the soft laughter from all corners of the shop...
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St. Cat's, as the locals referred to the Inn, was indeed becoming busy already. It was early for supper, but people were noshing upon bread and cheeses, fruit and nuts, biscuits and pecan tarts, Emlyn couldn't help but notice. And, of course, wine, cider and ales flowed freely along with brews of strong espresso and teas.
Impromptu sessions were heard as well, from various musicians who were talking, drinking, smoking and laughing as much as playing. Em was also glad to see the fire was lit in the great stone hearth...and speaking of such, she thought she recognised Volundar Kane, the muscled smith from the forge, adding a few logs to flame.
'Come and take a seat with us.' Raimundo was at her side suddenly, and taking her elbow, guided Em through the press of bodies to a corner table where Sebastiao and Athena waited.
'We've taken the liberty of ordering, hope you don't mind...' Sebastiao explained as he removed his hat and cloak from chairs to make room for them.
'There will be an assortment; you're sure to find something you will like,' he continued, sitting back now, and glancing to Athena.
'How provident that you ladies turned up when you did.' His moustaches seemed to smile as much as his lips, such personality did they posses.
'Providence, indeed.' Raimundo slowly sunk into his seat, a half grin to half his face. '"I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me", as your Abraham Lincoln was rumored to have said.' He gazed pointedly first to Emlyn and then Athena.
To which Athena replied, '"A little rebellion now and then is a good thing",' she blinked. '~ Thomas Jefferson.'
'The penguin croaks at midnight,' Emlyn said, straight faced.
Everyone giggled, then Sebastiao pointed out, 'Penguins do not 'croak','he frowned. '~ I do not think.'
Emlyn spread open her palms on the table, shaking her head slowly. 'It's the only password phrase I could come up with on the spot.'
Raimundo was silent, but hiding a smile behind his hand. 'We will get to the whole secret society thing later, children,' he murmured softly, but was heard by all.
'Ah, here comes trouble!'
As the barmaid approached carrying two trays, Volundar Kane appeared from the crowd and relieved her of one, smilingly hefting it to table.
'Such a fine spread!' he announced, setting down the tray and pulling up a chair for himself, as the barmaid released her tray as well and disappeared.
'Volundar Kane!' Emlyn smiled at him, as he cut a leg from the roasted chicken before them.
'At your service, madame!' He inclined his head briefly and nodded.
'I remember you, Emlyn, yes? And your fiance`...what was the name...Dilbert? Dorfmeyer?' He chewed his leg thoughtfully.
'Indeed.' Raimundo was staring pointedly at Emlyn's naked hands bereft of emerald engagement ring. 'And has Diego returned then?'
'Actually ~ yes!' Athena took up the tale, as she passed round plates and began filling hers. 'He has. Just recently, in fact.'
'Ah!' Sebastiao acknowledged this sudden revelation. 'Diego is back, then. So, where is he?' His eyes shifted right to left, and back to Em.
'He's...been busy,' was Em's only comment, turning to Raimundo, she asked, 'Have you any news of Alice?'
He served Em slices of chicken, then himself. 'Alice? Truthfully, I have not heard a word from her since dropping her off with the priestess in Mehico.' Knowing the question for the distraction it was, he refrained from talking any more about Daryl.
'"The Goddess who gave us life, gave us liberty at the same time",' Athena quoted, taking some chicken slices for herself, 'Thomas Jefferson.'
'Your Jefferson was a devotee of the Goddess, then?' Sebastiao chided her, grinning. 'A very intelligent man,' he stated to the table, peeling an orange.
'Indeed,' Athena bit an orange slice from his hand.
Emlyn had been uncharacteristically quiet this evening, but as everyone turned their attention to supper, she shifted about in her seat, regarding everyone round the table. She sighed softly, and then announced, 'I am, leaving soon, Raimundo.'
'Are you now?' His attention remained fixed upon his plate.
'Yes. I wanted to tell you all,' her gaze included Sebastiao and Volundar Kane, 'before I go.'
'To where are you headed, then, Emlyn?' Sebastiao offered her an orange slice.
Em paused a moment in thought.
'I believe, I shall return to the Sierra foothills. I have, a small room there. And friends.' She took the slice. 'Obrigado.'
She bit her lip in thought. 'Well, more than friends, really. More like sisters.' She sat up a bit straighter. 'I make a third of our Triad. It is a Keltic Sisterhood,' she clarified, 'one lady represents Ireland; the other, Scotland. While I, myself, represent Wales...Cambria, in the old tales...'
Raimundo looked up at last. He was smiling. 'That is wonderful news, hermanita.'
This was the first he had ever referred to her as 'little sister' in Spanish, so that she would recognise the meaning, knowing her Portuguese to be shaky.
This seemed to encompass their relationship wholly; for she did think of Raimundo as an older brother. And she loved him for that.
So rare that a man would willingly accept such a loving, giving relationship. Without all the usual 'strings'.
The smiling barmaid appeared again at table, this time bearing a tray with bottles and glasses, to much solid appreciation, obrigados and graciases, as the men helpfully divested her of her burden and began to pop and pour.
'Just a wee bit of cider for me, gracias,' Emlyn allowed, holding up her glass.
'Myself, as well,' Athena seconded, 'or I shall be asleep before long, after such good food!'
'Coffees, all 'round, if you please, Evangelina,' Raimundo directed, eyeing the group. 'For the evening, is just beginning.' His gaze hooked onto Emlyn's and held it in his deep brown orbs, reflecting twin candle flames like a wild creature in the depths of a wood.
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And so it would seem to be: Volundar Kane called for desserts with coffee, and pecan tarts and cheeses to be delivered ala the redoubtable Evangelina, along with a chocolate liqueur.
'So you see,' Athena was holding forth, as the feeding frenzy abated and all were comfortably nibbling nuts and cheese and sipping coffee, 'In ancient Mesopotamia, where the Goddess Ishtar reigned as the Queen of Heaven, the people loved and felt at home with their Goddess, and in Sumer where Nanshe of Lagash was worshiped as 'she who knows the orphan, knows the widow, seeks justice for the poor and weak', it was she who, on New Year's Day, judged all mankind.'
Athena was indeed paying attention at their Kabbalah meetings, Em noted, adding, 'There is a word in Sumerian, 'amargi', which means both 'return to the Mother' and 'freedom'.'
'"If all men are born free, why is it that women are born as slaves?",' Athena added. '~ Mary Astell.'
The men had no answer to that one. But Sebastiao added a tot more liqueur to her cup, and to Em's.
Raimundo was still watching Emlyn closely. He put a hand upon her arm and said softly, 'Not all men are born free, but, yes, freer than women, in the world of men.'
He turned and addressed the table, 'But the world of men, is a very small world, being only what is discernible to the senses of men.' He paused. '~ Most men.'
His glance took in those around him.
Em had just opened her boca to speak when, suddenly the door to La Cat opened and along with the cool breeze and night air, there entered, to the utter amazement of all, Daryl/Diego/Diablo.
No one had paid much notice to the newcomer except their table, which had lapsed into profound silence at his appearance.
Daryl was searching about the room with narrowed gaze which unerringly found their corner table and homed in on them with the determined stride of a man who was nobodys 'former' fiance`...
No one said a word as he stood before them until Athena finally broke the spell, asking: '"What's Up, Doc?"'
The others looked at her as though she had spilt a few brain cells, but, unable to stop himself, Daryl had a hand to his mouth to hide a grin that was beyond his control.
Athena matched his grin and shifted over to make room for him on the bench.
Removing his hat and drover's coat, wet with fog dew, he slung it over an empty chair and sat down, running both hands through his damp locks as he surveyed the scene.
Taking a water glass, Raimundo poured the water into his own, then proffered the bottle of brandy and glass to Daryl, who nodded and accepted, pouring a hefty tot for himself.
'Obrigado.'
'Cold are the evenings now,' Raimundo was saying. 'And very damp going, in the fog. Did you ride?' He was pouring hot coffee for Daryl unasked, and Daryl took the mug gratefully.
'I did ride, and sim; it is colder than a banker's eyes out there...,' Daryl replied, true to his revolutionary roots.
The men all smiled and relaxed somewhat then, tension broken. Sebastiao signaled to the servers for more coffee and brandy, as Daryl removed his leather riding gloves and stretched and rotated his neck to relieve the kinks.
Sebastiao was smiling at Daryl. 'How fortuitous you have come!' He glanced about. 'We were just celebrating the unexpected arrival of Emlyn and Athena. And now yourself.' He nodded knowingly. 'Tonight is a special night indeed,' he added, mysteriously.
'It is?' Daryl inquired, but received no answer. His gaze went to Emlyn, trying to catch her eye. Finally she looked his way and their eyes met. Unexpressed emotion weighted their meeting like the heavy fog outside. Daryl nodded to her: 'Emlyn.'
'Daryl,' she replied.
Daryl sighed raggedly. 'Merci aux les saints!...Em, I, I have much to tell you...' Daryl began, his eyes entreating.
But their long~postponed meeting was further interrupted by the appearance of Evangelina, who set between them bottle and pot.
Then, to the amazement of them both, she put a hand upon Emlyn and Athena's shoulders and commanded them: 'Come with me.'
Em began to laugh, but catching Raimundo's no~nonsense look, she heard him say, 'Go with her,' and nodded, brooking no nay~saying.
Athena caught her eye and shrugged, stood and began to follow the barmaid, with Emlyn close behind.
Evangelina reached in her apron pocket and produced a large iron key which she inserted in the back door. This, Em recalled, led to the infamous Back Room, where she and Athena had undergone Initiation into the Order. Where she had Dreamwalked, with Raimundo, her guide...
Inside, the women found only dim shadows at first, lighted only by the low fire burning in the stone fireplace, and several candles about the room.
But the atmosphere was charged with Presence, and they soon became aware of Others in the room with them as well.
'Be seated,' Evangelina told them, and then left the way she'd come.
Emlyn and Athena found two seats, facing the fireplace. Then from the back corners of the room, people in dark robes began to file forward until a row of berobed figures stood before the fire and facing them.
A hood was thrown back and Emlyn then beheld the face of a most intriguing woman.
She was tall, and broad, and her hair was white and plaited in long rows about her head. She appeared to be of Afrikan heritage, and wore long silver earrings that sparkled in the flames of fire.
She also had incredible golden eyes like a jaguar which reflected the candle light, just as Raimundo's had, and Em's gaze was caught by their twin flames.
'I am Madame Celine. Welcome.'
Her voice echoed as though from a deep cavern, with a sort of trickling sound like water falling.
Emlyn had heard of her. Wasn't she the voudoun priestess that Alice had sought?
All the women then, pulled back their hoods and showed their faces; most of them were elders, bearing white or grey hair, but a few were younger, although no young maidens were present.
Emlyn recognised none of these ladies, seemingly of all races, at least by what she could tell in this dim light, except for one woman who slowly removed her hood.
~ Alice.
Emlyn started, and nearly said a word, but Athena put a hand on her arm, holding her still.
Alice said nothing, but smiled at Em. Then she looked to Madame Celine.
'Welcome in.' The High Priestess was saying. 'Welcome to the Sisterhood of the Matriarchs.' She paused. 'Just as women have lost their names in marriages, and their identities through the trying years of patriarchal reigns, we, the Sisterhood, have saved their lineages, that they may never be forgotten. Energy is never lost, only Transformed.
'Yes, Younger Sisters; we know your stories. Her~stories. We know your mother's mothers, all the way back to Eve and Lillith, Isis and Cerridwen, Ishtar and Innana.'
The Priestess, Madame Celine, then stepped forward, putting a hand upon the shoulders of Athena and Emlyn.
'And Now Is The Time. Now is the Great Revealing. All will be known. All will be Honored. All will be healed.'
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note to readers: It is my own personal writing style made to comply with readers' wishes; they need more space than is usual reading online/with screens. And words, affectations, etc are idiosyncratically my own. Also, obviously NA/YA designated for young people as it is never too early to learn about equality...enjoy.
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