Читать книгу LoveDance: Awakening the Divine Daughter - Deborah Maragopoulos FNP - Страница 21

The gilded hand mirror Miriam gave me on my seventeenth birthday reflects a face transformed. Lifting the hair from my neck, Yeshua melts me with a kiss. “Love has made your eyes ever more brilliant.” He studies our reflections and then slowly turns me to face him. “I look into your beloved face and see the Divine.” As he strokes my back, a wave of trepidation flows through me. “It is time for me to journey to Britannia.”

What! Britannia is so very far away! Gavriel alights to envelop me. Dear angel, will you stay when he has gone away or am I to suffer this abandonment of my beloved alone?

“You will not be alone,” They answer with one voice. “We are deeply connected, so with our hearts bound to one another, we can share intimacies over great distances and many months.”

Months? My head spins. I cannot fathom being apart.

“Before we embodied in this life, we were as one. We can meet on that plane of existence whenever we like.” Although I know he speaks the truth, my body aches from anticipation of unmet need, Gavriel’s presence keeping me from sheer panic. “Shh, Beloved, during this separation we will come to discover an aspect of ourselves that we have forgotten.”

A distant, buried memory begins to stir. A time without space, in a place without time. A sense of oneness with Yeshua who is not Yeshua, as I am not Mary, but we just are. Love so intense, so sweet, so without expectation—I have never been without him. Yet to exist within this body without the joy of physical connection…Already I miss him.

“My love, we can imagine one another when we sleep and meet in our dreams.” Smiling, he adds, “Perhaps this will bring you comfort while I am gone.”

From the oak trunk, he retrieves a codex, bound in soft leather, the parchment pages covered in a fine print with drawings here and there. “A record of my thoughts since I returned from my last trip to Britannia through this morning, when I wrote how difficult it will be to leave you and Sarah.” Burying his head in my lap, his tears dampen my robe as mine drip upon his hair.

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Mary…, Mary…

My husband calls early. Yawning, I arise to greet him in the ethers. Yeshua, I was dreaming of you. We were in a forest, very dark and misty. You led me to a mossy clearing to lie upon a stone altar. Our union represented a coming together of two forces, air and water. Just as the heavens came to bear witness…you woke me.

I can feel him groan with disappointment. There is such a place here but I wish I had not interrupted you. Have a wonderful birthday celebration, Beloved. The elestial stone glows from our contact.

We have met like this every morning since he left eight months ago. Using the path of light, we unite in spirit. Yet my body still yearns for his touch. With a sigh, I pick up the codex, caressing the crisp parchment as if through the ink, I can feel my beloved’s hands.