Web Published Fiction Writer's Call The Queen by Chandler Zedac A few words about Chandler Zedac "Dear Friend, It was a quiet day on the ranch in South Texas. I went to the faucet to get a drink of that cool, spring water to refresh myself from the dust and heat. Only a trickle came through the pipe. We had suffered the worst drought in the history of our region for years. This year, I was the one to move away. One week later, I was in beautiful, and bountiful California. My daughter, a very lovely and talented artist, suggested that I pull my R.V. into her driveway in the backyard of her comfortable house and begin to develop a portfolio. Among my belongings were a few placemats of artwork I had laminated, and some canvases. She, and my new son-in-law, also a very talented computer graphics artist, supplied the paints and intensive instructions on the computer. I soon was investigating the art world once again. Painting on the computer was, for me, like painting in light. Although it had been a very long time since I had been involved with art on a professional level, I had kept up with the "dabbling" and learned to appreciate doing my art without the pressure of the worksite and deadlines. I even did murals for our little cattle town and enjoyed sitting out among the cattle and the wildlife to capture a few of the antics they so often performed, yet are so rarely seen by the human invader. A few crumbs and a bit of corn on the ground every day, and I had an irresistible world before me that was begging to be captured on the art pad or the canvas. One of the truly delightful events since my arrival, was the breathtaking colors of the autumn. I had never known the display of reds, and golds, and oranges the way they were displayed in Modesto! Hence, the canvases were brought out, and my two most recent paintings were initiated simultaneously. Somehow, when I had completed the work, I found that the artistic expression that I had so enjoyed on the canvas was not enough. I wondered why. One day my daughter said to me, "Why don't you write about your communicator?" Both of my daughters, Rachel and Rhodi began to make suggestions about how I should go about telling of my experiences from within; my channeling. They had heard the stories that I would tell about "the world within" and draw pictures around them when they were children. I had encountered an unusual light in my mind while I was praying very hard over something that meant a great deal to me. The harder I prayed, the brighter the light became. Finally, one day, I heard a voice. Now, this had happened to me when I was eight years old. A voice said that I would know about the Universe. I told my mother, who told me to wait and see if it returns. It never did; not until I was in prayer in my early twenties. Needless to say, God answers prayers. He answered mine…and answered…and answered. He began to tell me about who we are as human beings; how our energy was introduced into our tiny embryos. I soon learned that I was in school. It became a problem for me in college, (I was doing my graduate work in abnormal psychology on a grant at UCLA), because I was getting into a habit of hearing what the professor was saying, and checking it against what I was being taught from within. It was inevitable that something had to give in one direction or another. As I watched myself withdraw more and more, I also knew the truth. This wonderful planet of ours is not the only show in town! After I left collage, I moved to the great Pacific Northwest. What a beautiful place. My visits from within began to change somehow, they began to sound a bit more scientific. I heard stories about space and dimensional travel, and how the Master trek visits every one of the inhabitable planets in the Universe, sooner or later. I learned that the Master trek was sojourned by only one Master, the core of the thought network of all intelligence in the entire Universe. He was the soul vessel who would be the energizing processor of each important trek that had to do with religious thought and the introduction of the mind Spheres. This is the story of such a trek. The energy of the Spheres is in the mind of the creator and the life of the mind is here to stay. Here is one of the stories… The Queen Joel leaned forward and pursed his lips into a smile. His sleeping Queen was in her trek as a child who would grow into a woman of grand style. She would be the one to ride the long caravans and bathe in the simple waters of the Nile. She would be the grand priestess of the Nile with the callings of the scepters of time. Her mission was to be the compliment to the Pharaoh of Isis and become his queen. Dust and organ grinding was all it was to Joel, but the mind of the student of the powers were to find it as trouble for themselves, and would undertake to live in her shadow until they would be the ones to rule. They were already selected. He had chosen his faithful Surgeon General as her governess to take the life, and Joel would be there for all of the times that she would be extracted from her tribute to the Father God of all. Now she was tribute to Pharaoh, a cool and ethical ruler. This was a preliminary trek or better known as a "life substance" trek which is the last energy display before the actual chemistry of a human into which the spirit is entered and begins it's birth in it's new realm. Her story was already written and her family and friends had their adjoining treks coordinated. "My Queen and my beloved, have you been sleeping? I have you in me now." He did not continue, for his Queen had awakened to see him in his pomp. "Sire, you have aroused me" "I am yours, my scepter, he smiled." "…And I am yours, oh my King." She lit his eyes with her glow of adoration. Joel gazed around the large room. "That is your servant at the door? Is that Lady Beehive?" "Yes," she laughed musically, "and what a wonderful choice you made!" The Queen made a grand gesture toward the shadow in the doorway. Lady Beehive was one of the favorites at court and the Queen of Insectus, the brilliant master of the Insect Kingdom. Lady Beehive always wore her hair in a tall regale bowl with a tiny hole at the very top of the beautiful mound. Even in this trek, she held onto her high woven hair, braided in perfection and her staunch, yet wholesome appeal. "She has given me the energy of the stars about which to learn, and all of her priestess poses she showed to me, and a few of her grand entries. She teaches me well!" "Your Governess; how is she for your orders of the times Sphere?" Joel looked seriously toward the Pyramid. "Truly evil, your Highness, truly evil". "It is not good for a child to have that tension around. You do understand that there are too many pressures for your child to have around her. Joel lifted his hand slightly, ready to take her in death. The child was his own reflections of himself as a youth of the ancients. He would be in danger, and the composites of her would be duplicated. He realized this in a moment. He shouldn't hesitate… "Sire, my child sees you enter the room sometimes. Is that to be a problem for us?" "She is a spirit child. She will see for awhile. When she is in her human formation, she will not see as well. I am hoping that some of our children do see. I have some research to do on children who have early sight. Older souls, such as we, have been known to allow the troughs and the evil doers into our minds as children, and will not survive the tensions of the evil truths they will hear." "Sire, I am called to be in life-out by murder in the order of the Spheres in this trek. We wrote the life up as having the evildoers around the child. Shall I make a report on her evil?" She gazed toward the secretary, a huge desk high in the heavenly Spheres. "No, I want her to report to me herself when she sees her script. When she has to bring you into the spherical counsel, I will acknowledge her and register her as your governess, and then you make the suggestion that she be less evil. You will enter as the child of this time. Bring your necklaceses of the orient of old to remind me of this moment. "That chest from the Hindi? It is so awkward." "Present it to me" "Done, Sire" "Your child is old enough to string the shells from the Nile. Your mother will show you how." "My mother? This child has no mother…the mother died at childbirth". "She is your servant." He smiled and almost chuckled as he gazed back toward the doorway. "Beehive! Oh!" She laughed out loud and attempted to cover her mouth with her glove. She caught one glove tip between her teeth and pulled hard so as not to laugh any more. She gazed back at her sleeping child. "Poor orphan, how she enjoys her grievings for being a child with no mother…." "Pharaoh is good to her, though?" She bit her bottom lip with a sheepish grin, trying not to reveal her delight. "Pharaoh is divine, my dearest of endearments." "Now, my Troth, we must enter the counsel." She lifted her spirit from her sleeping child, and turned toward Joel. She took one step toward him. Joel hesitated. "One other detail, my love. We must prepare our Master treks soon." The Queen's eyes widened. "Jewels, no! Oh, is it that time! She moved her glove back toward her open mouth. Oh, I shall have my darling as my husband in the great Manifestos of the Orient again and my adoring son in the Messiah MagistrateTrek…what wonders! Oh, Jewels, we shall honor God with our very souls this time! I feel as though God is calling me even at this very moment…", she glanced back at Joel. He looked at her sincerely and smiled. "He is." "Oh what wonderful news! Is there an orient as beautiful on this planet as it was on that planet where we used to fish together? Suddenly, her gaiety changed. Ohhh, no…oh, that awful dessert trek. It is so hot, Jewels, I loose my energy just sitting in the shade in those awful woolen shrouds. The scratchy weavings of those burlaps are even worse!" Joel thought of her in those old treks, before even the lofty skies were created she had suffered the intense heat and so many trials of the effervescence of the triune force, that no one would ever believe that she, in all of her deep misery, loved him still. Her heart would forever look up to him in reverence and adore him. He was her slave, really, when she would look up at him with those child-like eyes and say how she had done her best, then he knew that she had probably gone farther that any other in his mighty kingdom. He loved her beyond what he could ever dream, and wondered if he would ever be able to move on with some of the important treks that were to come. The intense heat was only the minor part of a restoration of a weary planet. There was always a weary planet. Her life was in his hands, her child was his child, she was the Queen of the realms, and the certainty of the Spheres. He was in love, and yet he was King. Her cry of pain would reach his ears, and he would parish in his spirit for her, yet her majesty would prevail, and the tribute to her would be the power of the Universe. He smiled at that, and allowed her childish prattle to evolve. "Some day, my beauty, my love, I shall bring you into the highest counsel that you have ever known," he thought. Then he turned, and held his hands out in resignation. "My dear, the silkens and satins of the lotus-children will be yours before the uncomfortable trek of the Magistrate, he said as he studied her diamond crown, the one she wore when she was to receive the hierarchy in decision making. His eyes adored her. "We will design the treks at the same time, together." "Truly, my Lord, I am content." She knew that it would be too much for her to design her own trek. This was her royal husband's busiest time, even when he was in a planetary crisis he was not more in demand. She would accept whatever decisions were made concerning their treks together. His reverence for the Holy of Holies was the power of the universal force of the unity of the Spheres. She would complain no more. He was her sire, her sovereign of spirit, and her king. She was a mere thought in his wielding ways when he was the first spark within the Universal flow. His thought was first in the thoughts of all universal inhabitants. She was created out of his distress to separate the negative energy from the positive energizing that had built from within him since the beginning of eternity. This force had so overwhelmed him during those times so long ago. He was her breath; her fulfillment of her every dream. Her energy splice was conveyed to him on a day about which no one had ever dreamed. He had given her the virtue of the creative arts, the feminine of his own spirit, the intuitiveness to "see" his life in hers, yes, even her mothering. She became him in their love when the planets were asleep and awoke in him when the work would once again begin. She knew of his grief, his longing for her, and the very intense need. Separation from him was separation from the true life essence itself. Yet she knew that each trek would produce the enhancement of the energy of the female. The energy splices could develop and create a female. Trek after trek, splice after splice. Each suffering was an extraction of unique and profound value. These energy splices of her spirit were for the developing males, many of whom would be kings. A female energy placed within a male energy would lessen his evil; soothe his beast. The masculine would soften, and become manageable among men. More and more splices would create another female from within her males, the day would come when they would divide of themselves, yet be of one soul and one spirit. The King and the Queen would stand at their coronations, and partake of so much joy when the time would come when their energy splices could offer an offspring to Heaven. These were their children, the children of the Universe. They were Gods and Goddesses. This is how they are created. The true and divine could shed it's light upon all of the darkness that covered the lost souls who had fallen of the lonely battlefields with her feminine spirit bent over them, caressing each one. She could always find her love. He would cry out to her. His love would be there to meet her in her fondest dreams, and rescue her in her nightmares. Their power, together, was nothing without their perfect harmony of feminine and masculine as the negative and positive force. So little of this she understood, yet he eternally taught her the way of righteousness and truth in his masculine virtue. Her conception was her beauty. Her spirit was his own reflection. Her heart would leap when they would share their treks, as always they did whether there was full energy trek status or not. Alas now, he would know her musings and her thoughts would be read. She remembered her sleeping child, and forced her mind in the direction of her present trek, one that, in spite of the heat, was a potential favorite of hers. She hesitated for a moment and fought to find him in her thoughts. Oh yes, she remembered, he was visiting her in her dreaming child of the Nile… She regained her composure. She raised her chin high and demonstrated her most Queenly new posture that was learned by her child of the Nile through her servant nurse. "Shall I enter you now, or do we appear separately to the counsel." Joel smiled and pointed toward her chin, then covered his smiling lips with his finger. He appeared to twinkle in his thoughtful smile. He changed his pose immediately and caught the chain of his gauntlet under his scarlet robe. He stood erect and raised his chin enough so as to peer down his strong nose toward her. "Enter me when I go into the Regents. Use Commander Bellows' energy as your disguise, they all respect him. I will need you to inspect their credentials as they enter the room. They need to be inspected for leveling their officers on the battlefront, and taking the wages of the field hands and spending the money on drink and song. Check to see if there are too many prostitutes in their energy fields. The prostitutes are their mentors and they may be selling information to the enemy. I haven't any real soldiers any more; they are all on call at the last planet for the evacuation of the energies." "Oh," he made a quick gesture with his scepter, "are all of your feminine energies evacuated from that planet? They should be, I checked them myself." "They only look female on that planet, and barely that! I wouldn't leave a female ether there for every spice in Zenna," she said thrusting her chin even higher and holding her energy on freeze; the beloved stance of his Queen with a command. Joel was impressed. Joel leaned forward toward her, just enough to arouse the energy in her bosom. "My dear, you are every spice of Zenna…" They held their glance for a tender moment, then disappeared slowly. **** to be continued... © 2001 Chandler Zedac

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