Beginning today and every Tuesday morning, a sample from the first book of the Gaia’s Majesty Trilogy (Mission Called, Women in Power) will be posted on cuspofreality.com. Enjoy!
The Myth of Gaia’s Majesty
Our Earth Mother, Gaia, was intrigued by clever creatures evolving on her earth. They held great promise, but also danger for themselves and Earth.
Since women were generative in agriculture, the arts, tended culture and produced the children, she chose a selected population of them and gave them the mission to be stewards of our planet and to guard the future of humankind. To serve them, she provided protected cities in the sea called Tethys. They also could live on the land as needed.
The ones living in the sea were called Progenitors. The ones who came to land to form families were called Primals and among them was a warrior class called the Andromeda who stood in defense. Altogether they were called Tethyans.
As earth falls deeper into social and ecological crises, the day of the fulfillment of the Tethyan mission is upon us. This is the story of our future.
WE WILL HAVE JUSTICE
The West Coast of Ireland
The woman’s flight across Ireland felt endless. Only her determination sustained her in escaping the men chasing her. On the edge of the seaside village of Gaelach she’d concealed her car behind a barn. From ditch to alley to doorway she ran watching for anything or anyone behind her. Dogs barked from small whitewashed cottages. Soaked to the skin from the pelting rain, she thanked Gaia for the weather that helped hide her and surely slowed down the men pursuing her. The information in the waterproof package she carried held the key to the fate of one of the world’s largest trading conglomerates.
The small shop, located on a side road, had a “Closed” sign in the window. She paused, appreciating the welcoming roar of the angry ocean nearby. She listened for hints of danger, then knocked. Inside an old woman held her waterproof packet as she shed her sodden clothes, leaving her naked except for an arm holster holding a Gerber combat knife. She tied her long wet hair into a knot, and the old woman strapped the packet tight to her back. Once outside the back door, she melted into the sheets of rain and raced for the sea.
Just yards away from the waves, the men hunting her closed in. One man was upon her as she pitched herself into the waves. She took him down with her, driving her knife deep into his side.
A strong swimmer, she dove deep. Her strokes strengthened as webbing between her fingers and a fish tail blossomed behind her. Crisp chips guided her to a series of waterworn pillars far under the sea. She was joined by another woman who swam next to her. They exchanged high-pitched greetings, but her focus was on getting her package to the ultimate security of the Tethys.
As they passed through the pillars, the blackness of the ocean dissolved and a glorious city, shimmering in a soft light unfolded in front of them. All around were plants and marine animals glowing in rich hues. It was no longer nigh time along the Irish coast. It was now midday of the day before-a time differential that helped secure the city’s inhabitants.
At last she could relax. She was home. The precious information she had brought was safe and would soon be transferred into the hands of those who would exact justice.
Retribution for the conglomerate of predatory commodity traders was swift. The markets came alive in ways that proved devastating to the avaricious Overlords. Traders and their greedy investors were brought to their knees. The battle for the world was taking on a new dimension.
See you next week as we meet with VERY SPECIAL WOMEN.