<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>… Kimmie’s love merges with mine and Isis’ and I start to doze yet something else is at the edge of awareness … what have I missed? … Something! … sit and let the feeling wash … yes! …<br/><br/>… don my robe and sandals again … something beckons … out there … something beyond and exclusive to the shield we hold ‘round us … beyond the world  where we contest with The Shadow … the guards in the corridors do not see me pass … the one at the door does not hear as I leave … I turn and trace my steps toward  where we circled the fire … … sense another … Menon …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I knew you would come. I do not know why or where we go.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we walk together … into the rocky woods that surrounds us in this place … the clearing where the embers of our fire still fade …<br/><br/>.. and there beyond is a figure … waiting … waiting … we walk toward it … stop before it … my turn? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We attend, Goddess!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the figure is garbed in grey, not our white … seems to take in our presence and welcome us …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palantino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>  “I am his beloved. I am the Grail. I am Mary. I am John.”</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  sink to my knees … Isis reaches … Manon is face to the ground .. I gaze at the face of the one who stood and watched as …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palantino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>  “Rise, Memon. Observe, Kimmie. Dear, dear Chloe.”</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… deep inside a resonance … apart from Isis too …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palantino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>  “Mother Isis. Mother before.”</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the goddess addresses the ones who begat Isis! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palantino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>  “We shall meet again, my dear Sisters. I have returned to be with you in this time and shall leave when chaos is thrust back to where it belongs or be subsumed with you into that which we know not. Isis and another bears my strength. Let them lead when they appear.”</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Joan Marie seems to touch my head … to touch Menon’s too …somehow Kimmie’s too … Isis is beaming … feel a potential beaming too …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “As you say, Goddess! Blessed be!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palantino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>  “Blessed Be!”</strong></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we all turn back toward the way we each came … feel Joan Marie turn to recede into the mythos …  Menon hooks her arm into mine … she is committed! … reach toward Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Kimmie? Kimmie that was the one who married the crucified ones and who bore Isis. There! There is our Goddess!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Menon and I make our way back to the hotel … the guards do not see or hear us as we go to our rooms … Joan Marie is but a name for one who is before most … yet she is with us … a touch from Menon is sufficient …<br/><br/>… my sleep is a deep, healing thing … I let Joan Marie settle inside me … reach to Kimmie with Isis …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “The Goddess walks with us, beloved. She has affirmed! I am so small in her presence! She enoblesd me and we are large and growing!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sleep … awake … breakfast with Huguette and Menon … they sit with me dexter and sinister as sisters come to pay respects … we are made whole … into the afternoon … another bonfire in the evening … the next morning we sit together and eat seeds soaked in nut milk and drink fierce coffee … then to the airport … we separate … three planes … four fly … even the pilots know not who is aboard each … Copenhagen … eight cars! … all converge except one which explodes … we mourn the driver and passengers at dinner … more are now sitting with us …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “A war, sisters. We are building our force while The Shadow attacks hat little they see. Please know that those we mourn are caught by the Goddess and nurtured. They feed those among us us who are open to their gifts.”</span></span><br/><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  Charles Williams’ book <em>War in Heaven</em> provided source here. Likely misinterpreted yet this suits what’s to come here.</span></span><br/>