<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>… the looks around the table at Kimmie’s assertions range from calm acceptance to surprise if not scepticism … Ulla seems quite unsure …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Nothing here Ulla to assure us we can let down our guards. Simply an additional sense of ”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… feel so close to my dear, sweet love … Huguette asserts and Carlotta agrees that Kimmie’s normal course of instruction would be preferred …<br/><br/>… Tangie seems still in awe of the company she has found herself in …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Tangie, I’d like you to be my personal physician. Kimmie’s too if she desires. We’re both used to American medicine, not that what I believe we’ll find here is inferior, just cultural differences. So given that, I would like you to accompany me as I tour the clinic and the academic facilities here. You can start to integrate with the physicians and hospitals and other services here and hopefully find your way into practice here. I know this has been a huge trauma to you. Please let me know how I can help.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Ulla has something further …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We have to ask you to not use your personal phones here. They give away our location to the cellular system if they do work here in Europe. And if they don’t, they’re worthless. We will have people here next week to show you what we’d prefer you use, that are both secure and work in our cellular system here. And I have a few devices you can borrow to call people back in the US or around Europe securly. They won’t learn your location because at least in this building, your location is ambiguous, as Kimmie put it Brazil or Cuba or any of several other places. They know you’re doing this, don’t please think they don’t. But they’re powerless at the moment to do anything about it. Please turn your devices off for the time being.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we nod … as she speaks, something nags urgently at my Foresight … something neither peak nor valley … a torrent of blood … close my eyes … waves and waves … look up … around the tabler … Carlotta’s eyes are closed … Ulla drones on … stare at the Eldest … as though she senses my gaze, she turns her face ot me and opens her eyes … the vision is in her too! … her smile is so peaceful … what does she know that I do not? … she leans over to Huguette … says something I cannot hear … Huguette glances at me …  her face frozen … I read her lips … ‘as you wish, Eldest’ … ‘blessed be’ …<br/><br/>… the vision falls away … dinner … Ulla telling Tangie and Kimmie of the danger of the cell phone network and giving away location … Huguette nods to me … she has something to tell me that can wait … Carlotta looks my way … holds a finger to her lips … ‘’silence, child’ … silence in the face of something I do not know … I try to return to my meal … and hope that Kimmie cannot perceive what is roaring through me …<br/><br/>… we make our way through dinner … Carlotta tells stories of her early times in the sisterhood in Italy … the giddiness of new found knowledge and secrecy … dancing around the ribbon pole … and the fire … I have to work to eat … my body demands food yet my soul wishes to rush forward … I decline coffee with the dessert … a fruit blintz with whipped cream … so sweet … half of mine is enough … Carlotta looks around the table …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Blessed Be, Sisters. We will be together for Breakfast and then alas I must depart.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the torrent roars in my vision … what? … Carlotta rises and we all stand too … Huguette takes me aside on the way out …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Chloe, I know we are all fatigued beyond belief. Yet the Eldest has asked that you receive a lesson yet tonight. Please take Caoimhe back to your rooms and come to my room skyclad. This will take until well after midnight.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… ‘has asked’ … ‘has commanded’ more likely … take Kimmie’s hand and we return to our rooms … inside I hold her and kiss her gently … I hope she cannot feel my soul tremble …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Kimmie, Carlotta has asked Huguette to tell me something tonight. So please go to bed and I’ll be back when this is over.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… in our bedroom, I unpack enough to get my robe … naked under the robe and with the hood thrown back, make my way to Huguette’s room … hood up as I approach her door … knock … the door yields to my knock … swings open<br/><br/>… chalk markings on the floor inside the threshold … she has wards in place … I accept her wards and feel lighter as I step over the markings … close the door behind me … then turn … a full initiation circle on the floor … this is more than a lesson … something in me is unsurprised … … remove the robe and drop it by the entrance to the circle … skyclad, step to my place … stand and wait … and the wait is not long … the goddess is invoked … and for the first time in my life I am her sole focus … the goddess shows me a terrible truth … calls it the greatest gift … teaches that it will be mine to give later … implies but does not say that The Eldest is committed to it soon … displays in my Hindsight many of the times it has been given <br/> throughout our history … the torrent has its explanation and purpose …<br/><br/>… stand quietly now … absorbing … the goddess continues … I will attend her every 7<sup>th</sup> eve … and this will culminate in a way that I would quail before yet the goddess holds me and shows how to endure … the terrible truth … and my role in it before I too will give it … Foresight shows that it will be enough … and that Isis will have what she needs to succeed in her role before she too must give … her giving will be glorious … like sister Joan only more … feel the tiny presence in my womb absorb all this … one who will not need initiation … my poor, wonderful child …<br/><br/>… the goddess fades … turn and step out of the circle … don my robe … return to our rooms … climb into bed next to Kimmie … hold her as she sleeps … realize that I no longer need to sleep … on my back, begin the exercises to restore the body … … my mind and soul begin to plan the multiple pieces of research … my exercises are complete before dawn shows through the curtains … roll to my side and wrap an arm around Kimie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Good morning, my love. The next day in our life begins!”</span></span><br/>