<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… after an all too brief rest, Huguette and one of our host sisters arrive … first up, they have several meeting rooms and the hotel has been reserved entirely by sisters and is staffed by sisters … so we are as physically secure as we can be … put on my robe over skyclad and sandals and descend the stairs to the basement meeting room … a small dais at one end as if a stage … request a rug to sit on and chairs for sister guests … and no ceremony and no obeissance … I lead … am not the high priestess … that’s the first purpose of this trip …<br/><br/>… back upstairs for a light lunch … breads and a hummus-like spread and cheeses … and salad … stay with salad … purifying my heart … transparent of heart and mind to sister I choose to trust … we have a hurricane struggle ahead of us and these times are the beginnings of that … trust and shared leadership are the key … during lunch, others come into the dining area … all in robes … curiosity yet they do not intrude … wariness … and respect … the first American after a thousands of years since the sisterhood moved from  Egypt … and now we are expanding again … the expanded history I have from Hindsight and perhaps from wee Isis in my womb and consciousness … I will tell the leaders here of Isis … the stirring little light within me assures me that is what must be done …<br/><br/>… back in the small room, the lighting has changed over to candles … better because we will meet in Insight where form doesn’t matter … leave my sandals at the door and I sit  cross legged on the low dais … cover my head and face with the hood … the others enter … I sense each in turn and extend my touch of welcome … some respond with guarded openness … a few less so … as expected … sense the door close …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Welcome sisters all. Blessed Be!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… they respond in kind … make sure that Huguette and Kimmie are solid with me in insight … and then open passive Insight for the rest in the room … they all enter though some are all are guarded and some are shielded … to begin, I refresh what happened in Boston … the revelation of Foresight … and then the expanded Hindsight … sense guards going down … shields changing to guards … except one … query the group …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “What more do you wish of me before we discuss what brings us together today?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… withdraw while they confer … the reluctant one demands credentials … I re-enter the circle and show Carlotta appointing me and announcing the criticality of the times … then that Carlotta and her predecessors were also appointed by their predecessors except when tragedy necessitated otherwise … and how consensus and not votes were used … the sisters have never had a democracy … consensus among the wise and nary a hiccup for long going all the way back … all the way … remind them of where we came from and how we grew … I do not introduce being an American at all … that’s a red herring and finally the reluctant one opens to us … guarded yet no longer shielded … there is a job for her she does not yet know … loyal opposition …<br/><br/>… I continue by sharing how they may acquire Foresight … Huguette will leave them with the drug … two here know this from Boston yet seemed timid about sharing … share that without enough of us together in Foresight that we cannot together blunt let alone succeed in the battle to come … I do not desire to lead yet Carlotta has said I am to lead and … ‘now baby?’ … the light seems to sigh and then brightens …<br/><br/>… pitch Insight so only those who trust can hear … something else I didn’t know how before this … feel Huguette gasp … reach and squeeze Kimmie’s hand in my heart …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I lead as our proxy, Sisters. I carry the one who will lead. Here she is. Please be gentle. She is not yet a month in her growing form.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  and I open yet further so they can perceive Isis within my womb …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Yes, this is Isis. That Isis from before and this Isis anew. Osiris is again being scattered by The Shadow and they must not succeed. She retrieve him before and to do so again needs our sacrifice to do so.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… gasps … growing comprehension … some of those I excluded grow in wisdom and enter the mystery …<br/><br/>… after is easy though I am exhausted … our new cadre helps me to the dining area where they help me sip some delicious soup and then some pesce and crozets … light … more soup … and finally my hands are capable and my spinal erectors hold me up again …  I can feel Kimmie’s sense of relief … send her a smile … then alert …<br/><br/>… each of those we were with below slides across from me and takes my hands and pledges their all … almost last the reluctant one … take her hands and do not let her go … speak so the one who follows and Huguette both hear …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Manon, my Bitter One. We need you. We need you with us. We need you because you question us and argue trust. Please come back to Copenhagen with us when we leave here. Join Huguette as our Advisor. She will tell you more as you need. Please consider. This will all be better if you choose to join our company.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… hold the affection I feel and allow Isis to see too … do not compel … Huguette holds her breath … she senses the balance point … Manon hesitates as I knew she would …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Day after tomorrow we leave. Please have a room here and gather what you need if you so choose. We need you Sister. We need your choice most of all. Our enterprise hangs in balance on your choice.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  back in my room I rest on the bed … recovery exercises … I have another session … yet those who signed on here are even now preparing those who will attend … and tonight we are outdoors … outdoors new where the Magdalene brought the Grail to the shore and shared truth with those then in darkness … hug Kimmie far to the north … we endure and persevere … and I love you, my love of our life …</em></span></span><br/>