A GIFT FROM THE GODS.
"What a lovely way to go boating!" he said softly, pulling and pushing as if rowing. Then he paused and turned from Era. Licking his thirsting lips, he brought his eager mouth down to Thally's. Her heated skin gave off its perfume, the aroma stimulating his desire. He felt a fire in his loins that was soon an inferno. He slaked his thirst and it was a lusty quench.
"You two can't have all the fun! No fair forgetting me. I invented these male-female games and love their play, by Pollo's butt!" cried the insatiable Era. "I will be satisfied or know the reason."
Little yips of joy came from Thally's mouth. With her eyes closed, she allowed her aroused sensations of pleasure to course the length of her cooperating body. She did manage to whimper: "Oh, oh! Era never just gets even, only odder and odder."
Paying no attention to Era, Jake had only eyes for the blonde. "I've waited so long for someone such as you to come along," he panted.
How trite, thought both females, but that was not put into words. Instead: "We chose you well. Your face is strong, as is your spirited sense of adventure. Your shoulders are broad and curiosity deep. We shall test other parts, eventually. A person's character is their destiny," observed Thally, in her cryptic manner. She knew well that any man could be a slave to his desires. At times her humor could be snarky. This male would be a push-over for the two of them.
"Our boat is called Shamiradin. How appropriate. It means ride with the wind! Let my breeze freshen and brew you a fine storm. Hey Cowboy! Shamiradin! Ride with the wind," cried the fabulous woman with an attitude, long blonde hair spread in a half-circle halo around her head.
This modern day Aphrodite owned a body demanding the touch of a male. She could easily generate dangerous and lusty thoughts within the mind of the coldest man. It was child's play to thrill and beguile this one, especially since she cooperated with willingness that almost swept the man away in his attempt to satisfy and please. She was up to the exercise and gave as good as she got. He could feel her muscles coming into play holding him desperately in their grasp, only to lose him once again to his overpowering excitement. Twisting her head from side to side with eyes closed, she moaned her pleasure. Her lips met his again and again an eagerness that would engulf him. Then with back arched she said in a thin little voice, "Oh, oh, oh, oh! Ahhhhhhhhh."
Moisture reflected the sunshine from their faces and backs. A fish jumped making a soft splash. No one noticed. The earth moved. No one on the boat noticed that either.
However, a low-flying water skimmer heading for the shore darted sideways as he flew past what he thought was an empty anchored boat. He was startled by an unexpected voice that said, "Damn the luck! Sister, there better be something left in the `bottle' for me to enjoy!"
Another laughing voice replied, "It does appear he's all tuckered out from a hard day at the orifice!"
Ohmmssssssslump. Sea gulls circled, squawked, and complained to each other incessantly. Ohmmssssssslump. Hot sea breezes off shore, saturated with smells of fish and salty seaweed. Ohmmssssssslump. Drops of salty moisture splashed upon the naked white body laying on a pile of fishing nets covered with a crusty brown canvas. Ohmmssssssslump. Waves hit against the sides of the blue boat and splashed as high as the red and white stripes.
The murmuring hypnotic tones sounded in the ears of a dozing figure. His feet were under the cross boards in the boat's bottom. His eyes still closed, he felt around his head as if looking for a pillow. Then a puzzled expression crossed his face, as he came out of the nether world of sleep. His mouth screwed up discovering a strange taste, and he licked his lips and swallowed. There was a taste in his mouth he couldn't identify but reminded him of Hawaiian macadamia nuts. Why was he here and why that overpowering fish smell?
His eyes opened slowly and nothing looked familiar. For a moment he couldn't remember where in the world he was. It certainly didn't smell like Arizona, and looking around him, nothing made sense. Then he remembered his trip and the ferry that landed him in Santorini that very morning. Looking at his swimsuit laying on the wooden planks of the stern-seat, he remembered arriving in Kamari. Then he remembered a far-out crazy dream. Much of it slowly came back to him. However, the whole scene flashing in his mind was so improbable, he could only smile, even with a mouth so dry he could barely wet his lips. He remembered a goatskin bag up-ended one time too many above his mouth. Wow! Beware of Greeks bearing free strange drinks! Was that all dreamed? The two girls were beautiful, playful, willing, passionate, and too good to be true. Things like that don't happen! Must be a fist full of wishful-thinking going on!
Trying to make sense of circumstance, he pulled swim trunks up his legs and firmly around his waist. How real could a dream be? Remembering brought another smile to his face. Waking up in the bottom of a fishing boat stretched out on a canvas and surrounded by smelly salt-encrusted fishnets, was a new experience. How long did he doze in the sun? The skin on his chest showed a red tinge. Who was it that recommended that number fifteen lotion? It didn't cut the mustard! The boat floated lazily at anchor still the same distance from shore as he remembered in his dream. Dream? How could he remember dreaming of swimming out to it when he was in it now! He looked around and there were the other boats as well, some stocked with fishing nets others with their nets covered with plastic tarps. Had there truly been two women with him or no?
He dove from the boat and swam back to the shore. Would they be back at their towels and woven-straw tote-bag? They weren't. He waited for some time but it appeared they had gone off and left towels and "goody bag" with the goatskin and fruit for him to find when he awoke and come ashore. Perhaps it was their way of saying keep it safe for them and they would be back for it on the morrow. He gathered it all and carried it back to his hotel. It was his link to them and he was hopeful they would take advantage of the opportunity to recover it from him.
That night in the hotel room his mind went back to the moist hot bodies of the Greek girls who played such passionate games with a short time before. The goatskin was up-ended once more and he ate the fruit. Those delightful memories of the afternoon returned. He couldn't fight it, and again he was back with Thal and Era. How could whimsical fantasy and a rather vivid daydream leave tote-bag behind? Its contents lay on his bed. What message did these Greek girls carry from his subconscious? What truths about himself did they hold for him?
He thought he heard the musical voice of Thal within his mind saying, "Life is purposeful. Chance is but life fulfilling its promise," but then maybe it was Moksha putting his thoughts to music. His imagination made it come out in the sound of Thal. Was Moksha thinking of him again? He would find out more tonight when he might welcome the blissful enfolding dreams of sleep. Ah, through the Gates of Ivory, a true dream from the Gates of Horn, for is not life but a dream we are remembering?
Is it only man who dreams? After all the sun of the afternoon, thirst mocked the man. Again and again the goatskin container was up-ended. He lay down beside the tote-bag and studied the peculiar designs woven into its construction and let his mind wonder.
What if stars dreamed? Since energy is boundless without limits, and matter is energy, think what each cell, if it enjoyed consciousness, could create from its dreams! Man's history is but dreams becoming fulfilled. The universe is still under construction because of the organizational abilities of cellular dreams. Quantum Mechanics, dreams stuff is made from. The Big Bang beginning was merely the embryonic genesis of expanded consciousness! And during that expansion, the dream questing is still taking place today. Each portion of that consciousness is part of what science now calls All That Is. The string-theory has us all connected for a consensus reality.
That's us, sentient beings, in awe and appreciation as well as fear and respect. We live it up while observing the harmony, along with anomalies of nature, then have the idea of labeling it Divine Order. Since each portion of consciousness carries within itself knowledge of the whole, then each is connected within the great dream and each of our lives makes up a small part of that expanding dream.
Was that one of the female beauties saying: "Great thoughts for such a meager mortal mind..."
It's true; all life is a great dream-- thought playing with matter, creating individual realities and sticking self-images and emotions upon personal characters. Then the human looks at its physical appearance and gives it singularity, seeing it as our own personal self! We think of it as "ours". It surprises us to find there are dreams within dreams within dreams, as the player's dream and the dreamer within the dream dreams.
Was that Era's voice saying: "How can you men know you are smart enough to know how stupid you all are being?" Understanding that rests in what it does not understand is the finest.
Jake then remembered Moksha once said, "The world is not filled with strangers." And those outside the dream also exert their subtle pressures, including unexpected dream sharing that few care to admit. Moksha's ashram taught that this was the only reality where parallel universes are able to touch and cross paths! The whole self, universal consciousness, is the observer of the observer who is also the participant. Jung thought in terms of signs, symbols, metaphors, serendipities, jeja vu, and synchronicities. There are no coincidences.
Would his dreams be filled with the characters he yearned to experience once more? The answers to his problems were merely a dream away. Dreaming. The mind's subconscious trick, bringing all possibilities into existence, limited only by the imagination of the dreamer. The scene within the dream is painted by past experience. All parts of the dream are reflections of self and as such work as a magic mirror. Is it only the New Zealand Maori who are able to control their dreams and structure them according to their own tastes and desires?
Time and space possess no true values within a dream. Since possibilities are limitless, and the event-horizon within the present is missing, there is no present time. The three dimensions of the present are no longer experienced, thus the soul-personality is free to soar, investigating all other dimensions besides earth's physical varieties.
In his mind's eye spread an expanse of black sand open all the way to the pulsing white surf. He meditated on the sounds of the birds, the surge of waves rushing up the sandy beach, and voices of tourists enjoying a day in the sun.
Then there came close to his ear the sound of two laughing voices, sounding very familiar. Then he peeked over his chest to see if his wish came true, he saw what he hoped for. Two female forms stood on that sand directly in front of him.
On the edge of his hearing, the blonde giggled to the dark-haired girl, "He's as rare as a kinkajou in my bedroom, but not half as kinky." Both put their heads together laughing. Their laughter was music and his heart soared.
With much warmth in his voice he said, "Hello there, you two! Come for your tote-bag did you?"
They lay on stomachs, facing the surf. They were wearing their hair differently. No ponytails but buns instead. After a time they rose on their elbows and turned to face him. Their smiles were genuine and inviting. Of course they sandwiched him between their two svelte bodies. It was his pleasure to cooperate. Letting his eyes rove down the length of Thal's front, he felt fingers of the dark-haired one playing across his shoulders. Right away a sticky situation was in the making. He felt an attraction to Thal. Her beauty was pure enough to suspend time, and time would always favor her.
"Hey, you two. I came here to see sights, and what more beautiful sight could I find than the spectacle sitting next to me now!" spoke the man.
"Nice words, Cowboy," answered Era.
"Keep that up and you'll never get rid of us," smiled Thal.
"I've been through museums of London, Paris, and Rome and admiring their collection of ancient Greek statues. They were feeble attempts to show what lay beside me now. Female beauty can only be appreciated in the flesh, and then it can be truly seen what a marvel of construction is woman. No cold marble can compare to the feel of warm vibrant soft and compliant female flesh!" Slowly he reached out and touched their arms, as if to test their reality. "How come you two disappeared and left me? What is it with you two. No good-byes?"
"Perhaps we felt that anyone dozing off on us after having shared our good fun deserves to sleep, if that's what he wanted! In our case, what you wanted was what you needed." answered Thal.
"How would you feel if someone you were with fell asleep on you? Actually, I was rather disappointed. Maybe I should feel insulted!" responded Era in a pouting voice.
"Especially since you sleep with your mouth open," commented the blonde. We were thoughtful enough to leave you face up, so any passing bird would feel tempted," she added, laughing.
"Besides, disappearing while still on the boat was easier than swimming all the way back to the crowded beach area and doing it among a group of people," explained the green-eyed woman. "It would cause needless excitement and leave many in a stressful condition. Disappearing may be easy enough for us but hard for witnesses to explain to each other or themselves."
"Some may even go into shock or experience a heart problem and die. That is not a thing to hold in one's conscience. Even in our dimension, we suffer laws of karma. We are careful when we disappear. Long good-byes are not our way." Era declared. "Oh yes. This swimsuit must come off." And it did. "Now I'm ready for some beach action."
"Are you saying when you disappeared, you actually disappeared?" asked the disbelieving fellow following the dis-robing with eager eyes.
"You may find all this rather strange," cautioned the blonde, "but we do possess our little secrets. We will reveal much to you beginning right now. Before we go back this time you must be prepared." Without waiting for a reply, Thal, of the long legs and narrow waist, sat up and took off the shift she wore over her swimsuit. She then turned and asked the man to undo her bikini bra-strap. She slid out of her bottoms and once again was nude in the warmth of the sun. Era followed her lead. "After all, on the beach it's a slink or swim situation. Now we are all the nudes that's fit to sprint!"
Jake couldn't agree more. "I've got many questions; before you go running off again, perhaps you'll answer a few. If long good-byes are not your way, what is your way?" he asked, still stretched between them with his chin resting on the back of his hand.
"The way of Pan. Your world would call us pagans," came back Thal's rapid answer. Her eyes were closed, her head resting on her crossed arms.
"She's joking, of course." he said to Era, whose face was turned toward him.
"If that's what you wish to think," she replied, amused that the man could not relate to such an idea.
"Does that threaten you, Christian man?" queried Thal, her eyes still closed. Her resting face gave no clue to her real feeling. "Everyone knows Atheism is a non-prophet situation and doesn't appeal to you Westerners. Not enough holidays I wager."
"I don't know what you mean," he responded, "Aren't Pantheistic people nature worshipers who long ago ran around blowing into reed pipes and dancing with wood-sprites and celebrants who were half-man and half-goats, or am I confusing them with Pan!"
"Your education is lacking in certain areas, Cowboy!" Era ventured. "Thal would say its hole-ly inadequate!"
"Listen, you two, I have studied the ideas of Judaism, Catholicism, Protestantism, Buddhism, Taoism, Hinduism, and even Scientology. Only Taoism made any sense," stated the man.
"Sects, sects, sects. Is that all you think about?" laughed Era.
"When it comes to thought, some people stop at nothing. I see you're not going to leave me in peace to enjoy Kamari are you!" Thal lamented. "We don't get out this way very often and are here only now because of you. Well, perhaps we should round some of your square edges, and fill in some of your wholes. We all know it hurts to be on the cutting edge." Thal's eyes were now wide open, but she was smiling.
"Don't tell me even the Greeks hold a concept of square people as in obtuse, solid, overly conventional?"
"And holes in their head---" added Era.
"Being a square is universal. Americans do knot hole a corner on that, if you'll forgive the pun!" Thal sat up and pretended to be annoyed by hitting the male's shoulder with her fist. It was merely a tap but did lend emphasis to her changed position because of their male friend's need to know.
Opening her bag, she withdrew a sleeved shirt-like covering and slipped into it leaving the front open. Then out of the same bag she took out a cloth sack and laid it beside them.
Era said, "Spread yourself. I will apply a lotion to your skin. There are strong rays in the air that could damage your skin. In years ahead they will turn more into your enemy than friend for you are changing your atmosphere. More and more damaging rays easily enter your environment. Skin as light as yours needs even more protection from danger.
"After what you did for us, you must allow us to return some of your favors. Now, Thal will hum, and you will lose yourself in her melody. Relax and let both of us give you peace, contentment, and maybe even a measure of happiness."
The thought was pleasant; he did as he was told.
Era admired his shoulders. She allowed her hands to play down the length of his spine. When it came to the very end, she felt his body vibrating to their tune. Thal hummed and also ran her fingers through his hair. He felt their soothing touch and lost himself in their luxury. Muscles released tenseness and became less rigid under Era's attentive fingers. Thal's melody was given voice very close to his ear. It was faint, yet, when she gave words to her melody, the man understood and knew her meaning. Era's fingers continued down neck, across shoulders and down to waist. She was right. Never did he feel so relaxed.
The voice of Thal sang softly. Her song: "Long ago and not so far from where we are presently, lived a people practicing what you choose to call `pagan ways'."
Her melody continued blending with sounds of rolling surf. Waves splashed forward almost at their feet. Her song told a story even as Era's fingers melted away the layers of resistance built into his muscles since Singapore. Hours of time on the back of his appaloosa, together with martial arts activities, worked to make him forget but at a price.
Thal continued singing her narration. "To understand and appreciate the Pantheist, you must first see your culture as though glimpsed through the Pantheist's eyes."
He could feel the softness of Era's breasts, touching his back in a loving caress every time her stroking fingers went the length of his backbone. Her lips came closer to his skin with each of her trips. She was turned on by her own thoughts, remembering their last contact. Her lips brushed his skin in butterfly jumps. She eyed him with an intensity that might boil the lotion glinting on his skin if any more intense.
Vander Delft's pleasure increased exponentially in proportion to Era's expanding interest in his body, while mind fought to concentrate on Thal and her musical poetry. His thoughts danced to the rhythm of Thal's music and Era's nimble fingers, even as he held back part of his mind for the meaning of Thal's words. Both mind and body became partners in efforts of relating to an inner world. He felt it was a shadow dance flickering on the screen of his consciousness. Her song built glass palaces filled with free-formed love capable of shattering into thousands of glistening shards, if body rejected their efforts at his seduction. They need not fear such calamity.
This idea was reinforced when he thought he heard Thal sing: "Listen, little man! You will hear us sing our hearts out to you. You are one with us even as you were part of us before. We are partners in this adventure, and we will touch you with our presence, making you part of our song. Our melodies will work their magic to fill you with our own sweet essence, as you so willingly did for us. You were once hurt and still morn. We will gently heal your wound, soothing your soul as well.
"But, a word of caution, dear human. Do not linger, even for a moment, on the path we set for you. Allow no indecision or confusion to overcome your progress. The cosmic dancer must not rest long in one spot or balance will be in jeopardy. There are few safeguards from falling. One must maintain graceful leaps and majestic turns while moving constantly from one position to another. A moving target is hard to sight.
"Let other's behavior, whether positive or negative, be turned to your advantage. Continually reinvent yourself with a renewal of your strength and faith in your own divinity. The magic found in life should not be kept secret. Without guilt take pleasure but give it as well. Celebrate much joy and happiness along your path. Bliss does not come at life's end as some kind of reward, but during the living experience itself! Bliss and happiness is the gift offered to Observer, behind the observer watching the participant. Only thus is it possible for the Source to share human's experiences through the body's physical emotions and feelings. Truly, this is the rationale and purpose behind life manifesting itself in a material body and being born into the world. You will learn this but will forget and must relearn three times before it will register.
"That is the secret Pan knew and brought to his followers in their celebrations so long ago. His devotees were later referred to as pagans and for most of recent history held in contempt."
"That's putting it mildly. Many throughout recent history labeled them as the worst kind of heathens. It was believed they had an attitude problem that made them appear to be anti-God," observed the man. "Since you say you are pagan, is this true? Do you honestly believe in worshipping trees and all things in nature as the Godhead? What exactly are you two all about?" he mumbled around Era's gentle stroking.
From that point on, the westerner from Arizona found himself in a state of being, having little to do with consensus reality. It was more like the virtual variety rather than virtual reality which is nothing more than dementia in absentia."
"What are we? My dear man, we are the reflection of you in all your light and dark shades. We are the same as you, no more, no less." sang Thal. "Listen to the music of truth and learn from our guidance. We are all little pieces of the consciousness found within that Godhead whereof you speak. All of us are made up of that same goodness and light with underside in darkness."
"Allow us, and we will use our relationships and special talents to enlighten you," joined in the sensuous voice of Era.
"We think of you, dear western man, as one who is ready for a journey. This journey will be different from any taken by your kind before. We found you and now want to take you home with us. Not only will you meet more of our family and friends, but you will be shown a way for your people to better face the coming dangers certain to take place before this millennium comes to a close," explained the woman, no longer putting her words to music. "On top of that, our father wants your help."
"Your father? But he doesn't even know me! How could he possible need my help. If anyone needs help around here, it's me!" complained the man. "Besides, how could you find me when I didn't even know I was lost?"
"First, you must not be deceived by our looks. We are not what we appear to be. You can not judge a look when uncovered. We are much more... even more than what your mind may believe possible," Era informed him. If you made it to this point, you are definitely interested in the book. Go to authorhouse.com and type in the author's name (Beimers) and when Gift of the Gods comes up, order it. Just yesterday I sold a copy. CLICK here and go back to all the choices concerning aspects of the Atlantis civilization or myth.
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