ORI
AN EPIC POEM
(Part 3)
The smoothest of sailing… Wave movements so precise within its own cadence, yet remarkably fluid in its delivery and intricate care, of the papyrus vessel of pure gold; transporting our shero, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress. The newness of the voyage to the Ancestral Realm, began to slacken in our shero’s slim body frame. She laid down comfortably and securely inside, as the steady and ever softening of her own heart cadence, rhythmically romanced rigorous reminders of resonance.
The interior of the vessel in which our shero lay, was also made of the purest gold that had been spun into a fluffy mass, with a cotton ball like feel… Cumulus like clouds so bright in there lustrous being, that they reflected everything perfectly, without error, within its vision—Our shero in awe of such a comfort. The softness of the fibers had an arid healing balm, that oozed from them, and warmed at every stress point in our shero’s war torn body.
A border of the choicest flattened rubies lined the inside perimeter of the vessel… Smooth as fine glass, and densely concentrated. Engraved with glittery pure gold markings, that would have been foreign to Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress, before her eyes had been opened; natural and all seeing— Now deciphered and read easily. Every chiseled marking and word coming from various dispensations of time and calculations of time and modes of time… Time as calculated on Poisoned Mother is illusion, for it is but one of the many wheels that move us all.
Our shero was absolutely mesmerized by the most correct, and extensive history of all of her nuanced people: the Direct Reflections of the CREATOR… Double dipped in the holiness of Blackness. Our shero was filling with power as her gaze shifted to each intricate detail. Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress, being in this illuminated state, was able to fully to take in and grasp the vast his and her stories of: The Direct Reflections of the CREATOR, the Spiritual Beings of all sorts of renderings and reasons, THE ALL THAT IS, and the entire omniverse conjointly. Yes, it was all being downloaded back into her ancient soul, with her mind and heart readily able to understand. As our shero continued to lay and heal comfortably; reading the interior ruby panels of the papyrus vessel of pure gold, that were, unbeknownst to her, prepping her heart for her meeting with the Ever Evolving Ancestors… It was then that our shero learned that the papyrus vessel of pure gold had a name: Sh’mella… And she paused—Time is changing as the voyage continues.
In an intimate recall spark, and wanting to taste the words moving across her tongue; our shero said the name of the papyrus vessel of pure gold aloud, with an intense winding willing and wanting whisper… “Sh’mella!”—As soon as she had uttered its name, the vessel began to spin in rapid, course turbulence… Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress wondered if she had broke the gorgeous vessel that the Illustrious Nurturer and Valiant keeper had been so good to loan her. Our shero immediately began to reach for the panic and fear that were floating above her head in gelatinous form… To no avail, she grasped it not. Sh’mella began to slow down, and grow into an even more marvelous version of itself, with a full mast, and otherworldly intricate and precise designs. A command center deck with technology light years and light years more advanced than anything ever seen on Poisoned Mother, sprang up in our shero’s midst… She was awestruck, and being the curious type that the Ever Evolving Ancestors had always guided her to be; Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress reached out her hand to touch the console. Before her flesh could meet this esoteric structure, the structure spoke to her in a calming and metered non-robotic articulation.
Sh’mella:
Hail, Hail Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress! I am the command center of Sh’mella, and anytime you say my name, I can assist you, or get you anything you need. Also, I can show you any place in the omniverse as we travel, help you communicate and receive communication, and above all I will protect you… I will always protect you. I am but a servant, and cannot make you do anything you do not want to, unless given orders by THE ALL THAT IS, Illustrious Nurturer, or Valiant keeper… I was constructed as a special gift and aid by THE ALL THAT IS for the Illustrious Nurturer and Valiant keeper’s work throughout realms… Their orders are the only ones that trump yours. I do have certain things programmed by them concerning you in my database… I am well acquainted, and I feel great love for you— You will always be taken great care of during our time together… Unlike limited technology on Poisoned Mother, I can feel, I can emote… I have depth. Dear one, I am to remind you to remember every warning you were given… Very soon we will be ascending higher, into the upper sweet waters, and exit your ocean of warm tears of healing that accumulated fast and vigorous, slow and concentrated— You will begin to see spiritual beings you have never encountered before… Remember, do not look them in the eye, do not make conversation. Only speak to the gatekeepers and give them your fare. I will re-simplify myself now, if ever you need me, just say my name.
Upon hearing the words of Sh’mella, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress felt the sun in her heart rise to midday, and she looked around herself for the first time since the voyage began… She was sitting up right, taking in all of the beauty of the multi-spectrum’s myriad of colors, that was so truthfully painted upon the surface of every tear drop, made ocean. She wanted to impress this image, this visual in her very being, as she would soon be leaving these waters for the upper sweet ones.
As our shero continued on, Sh’mella brought forth a golden tray encrusted with multitudinous precious and rare gems, found throughout the omniverse. On this tray was a splendid spread of the finest and most pleasantly palatable pastries… Fruits so sweet, and perfect… And a warm tea, that becomes hot in the belly; made with the leaves of the Most Sacred Tree… The fruit of that tree would be too potent for anyone still attached to their flesh.
Delighted by this array, and thankful for the provision, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress began to instinctively and hurriedly dig in. Each bite intoxicated her with a fullness that permanently fixed some of the pot holes in her heart… Her tongue sang to her a song of thanksgiving, because of the delicious, all encompassing flavors that were stirring her soul and demanding melodic harmonies in return; a taste of a longing. Our shero thanked Sh’mella, and the vessel remained quiet… No response… She thought it odd, but she was delightfully distracted by the high she was climbing… It took her higher and higher and higher…
And When Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress was full to capacity, she fell asleep, which is normal for any of the Direct Reflections of the CREATOR… But this sleep was deep, and purposely done to her… Every illuminated part of her being was put into a deep, deep slumber by the warm tea that becomes hot in the belly… For her protection, and because of the sensitivity of her state. This was one of the instructions Sh’mella had been programmed to perform concerning her, of which she would not be allowed to be privy to beforehand. It was imperative that our shero not waste her elevation, by attempting to grab the part of fear that doesn’t benefit; it would bring her down if she by chance were able to grasp the gelatinous form it takes and taunts, above her illuminated head. If she knew that the source of the tea that she was drinking, was from the Most Sacred Tree, or that the pastries and fruits were rolled by the hands of the ALL THAT IS personally— It was important that she not be tempted to reach for any of her lower nature, while her entire being was in preparation for transcendence into the upper sweet waters.
Once Sh’mella realized that our shero was under the deep sleep needed for this transition, command center popped back up, and on its screen, a map of the coordinates to the Ancestral Realm came into full view. An invisible shield covered the sides and tops of the vessel, and a comfortable belt of protection looped itself around our shero, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress, as she lay peaceful and snoring. Sh’mella had a virtual hand made of the moons beams at high tide… Reaching over to place a blanket over our shero, and touching the bridge of her nose so that she could breathe without struggle.
Upon securing itself, Sh’mella began to radio in all the guardians of the north, south, east, and west in languages and tongues, not known to the inhabitants of Poisoned Mother. Every guardian responded swiftly; giving their approvals and instructions, and before you know it… Sh’mella, carrying our beloved shero, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress, was traveling faster than the sound of light… Breaking our shero from her ocean; warm tears of healing that accumulated fast and vigorous, slow and concentrated… Making way into the sweet and upper waters, full of complexity and splendor.
To be continued…
In Unashamed Négritude & Revolutionary Love,
ORIT
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