ORI
AN EPIC POEM
(Part 4)
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Sh’mella the papyrus vessel of pure gold, vigorously in ascending tranquil, continued on with a most precious cargo… Our shero, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress. Secured within, transfixed by a progression of sleep so gaping, so mysterious and undefiled; her dreams dreamt of her, instead of her being visited by dreams. They were traveling in the timeless and it was a limitless beauty.
As the ocean of warm tears of healing that accumulated fast and vigorous, slow and concentrated from our shero’s depths; and as that ocean became no more… Sh’mella carrying Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress, arrived at the next plane of ascension in their journey. There was no brash transition from water to purified breaths of THE ALL THAT IS… The air… Convergence of the forms into perfected ether-Ashe’!
It still was not yet unassailable for Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress to be alert. She was still deeply under the holy holistic healing found in the longevity leaves of the Most Sacred Tree’s brew; that had become hot in her belly. It was that roasting temperature that regulated our shero’s slumber, and it would slowly rouse her when they had safely arrived into the Upper Sweet Waters, by gradually becoming warm—The warmth allowing her flesh to adapt and survive the purity of the Upper Sweet Waters, the entire duration of her visit.
Sh’mella, immutable and thorough, monitored the voyage and our shero with an unblemished love, amplified to the highest truth from the purified breaths of the ALL THAT IS. Everything… Every gust, every light from every source, and every Spiritual Being of all sorts of renderings and reasons, watched as Sh’mella carried our shero higher and higher… In this plane where thus too were they affected by the purified breaths, and had unblemished love exuding from their esoteric essence. As each one saw Sh’mella transporting Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress their way, they shone their luminosity, concentrated with the highest intentions they could emit upon them; to better light there way. This act of tremendous tenderness implanted abounding virtues into our sleeping shero, and it ministered strength to Sh’mella who had such an enormous responsibility and task in this journey.
It was a constellation that was last to offer its concentrated luminosity, and upon that last gift of love, Sh’mella began to take on a whole other form… Glorious and even more lofty than expressed when Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress first uttered its name. This was a state of being that was too glorious for our shero to behold, still attached to her flesh… Deeply occupied in rest, as her dreams dreamt of her; she remained.
Just to be sure her belly was still like fire, Sh’mella again reached the virtual hand made of the moons beams at high tide, and gently placed the palm on our shero’s abdomen… The command center showed that she was safely at the right temperature; she would not yet awaken.
Repeating the process of securing itself, Sh’mella again began to radio in to all of the guardians of the north, south, east, and west in languages and tongues, not known to the inhabitants of Poisoned Mother. This was the most complex transition of all… Into the Upper Sweet Waters. Everything had to be done just so, or Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress could be damaged in the process; not being able to be anything in particular to herself or anyone else. As Sh’mella checked in with each direction, the guardian of the south was the only one to radio back that there were error codes in the previous accession, and that take off to the Upper Sweet Waters could not commence.
Sh’mella was unnerved, never before receiving an error of any kind…This sort of inefficiency was dangerous, any delay in this mission was not part of the plan or programming. Sh’mella humbled its functions, and decided to do a complete diagnostic check on itself, and then on our shero… No errors or loss of vitals were found.
Sh’mella asked the guardian of the south to reassess, and upon doing so, it was found out that neither had made an error. There was an air pocket from Poisoned Mother, that had somehow managed to ascend, and not purify itself…Its tainted state tried to latch on to one of the communication air waves they were using; causing an error code and delay.
Upon this realization, Sh’mella began the process anew, replicating the procedures of securing itself… And again, Sh’mella began to radio in to all of the guardians of the north, south, east, and west in languages and tongues, not known to the inhabitants of Poisoned Mother… A way made for our slumbering shero, whose belly was gradually descending in temperature.
Reverberations resonantly radiating through Sh’mella and our shero, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress… Metamorphosing them into specks of light so small and vast, only the ALL THAT IS could measure their dissection. Colors that vibed so high, elements of eternity could be remembered. Sh’mella and Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress began to liquidize and swirl together in a counterclockwise cyclone made of them…Our shero, a Direct Reflection of the CREATOR in her beautiful form, and the pure gold and refined ruby composition of Sh’mella intertwined; no beginning, no ending.
Thunderous chanting that told the secrets of every creation, from what seemed like a million voices in harmonic unison, intensified their convergence…Propelling and loaning its strength to their motion—The cyclone our shero and Sh’mella had made, drilled it’s way into the Sweet Upper Waters… Swirling intensely and with such suction and force and precision; ensuring their safe passage to the surface. Though these waters are of the sweetest and most delicate of composition, breaking into their solemnity is quite grueling… Tumultuous and unsteady… Time can be accurately accounted.
Once arriving at the surface of the Upper Sweet Waters, the cyclone that was our shero, Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress and Sh’mella her transport, circled its point of entry seven times. Once the seventh circle was accomplished, the Upper Sweet Waters cried out aloud: “Ashe!” And in a twinkling of an eye, Sh’mella regained its most basic form, and our shero sat up straight as her whole self; awakened.
Oh, the magnificence and allure of the Upper Sweet Waters… Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress looked around in awe, and Sh’mella enjoyed watching her captivation… Knowing soon that she would have to be reminded of all the rules she must adhere to strictly. The waters were like a massive diamond in which each particle had its own autonomy, yet moved in the flow and rhythm of the waters as one. These waters sang a beautifully euphonious song, that welcomed our shero to this realm, and answered every question running through her mind—These waters were truth-bearing and pure, knowing all and seeing all.
The expanse of the Upper Sweet Waters was the most intensely delicate salmon pigment, and it was illuminated at all times from the shadows of the Most Sacred Temple… Far far above them. The air smelled of lyrical frankincense, that continually renewed itself, so that the most pleasant moment in its aroma could be perpetually reinvigorated. There are plants, trees, and specimens of all sorts and kinds… The grass made of thin sheets of sapphires, that moved just as lightly, yet looked twenty times more lush, than had ever been on Poisoned Mother.
Right when Sh’mella was about to warn our shero about all the rules the Illustrious Nurturer had conveyed to her, an illusive being was in sight a little ways ahead, on the left bank of the Upper Sweet Waters; gazing intensely. Immediately Sh’mella warned her to not look at its eyes, and Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress quickly and heartily obeyed; initiating recollection by reciting all the precautions she was given aloud. Sh’mella was aware of our shero’s ability to handle adversity, but still wanted to do everything possible to assist her. He kept calmly telling her to not engage, as they sailed closer and closer to this being.
From our shero’s peripheral vision, she could see the glimmer and physical beauty of this illusive being… The more she looked at its feet; looking like that of a frog on Poisoned Mother… The more she welcomed her gaze to explore more and more. She was becoming increasingly emboldened to look up higher and higher, and when she got to this beings knees, she felt dread and stopped. The curiosity that she always carried within her, was trying to peak out of her eyes, both natural and all seeing. She did not give in to it; shutting them quickly.
The being began to call out greetings, and seemed so kind and so nice… Such a sultry and melodic beckoning and welcoming voice timbre. Sh’mella sensing the danger in our shero’s curiosity’s restlessness, continued to warn her gently not to engage, and activated a railing that spring up around the boats open perimeter. Sh’mella could only suggest that Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress do follow her instructions, it couldn’t make her if it wasn’t programmed in command center to do so… Sh’mella searched its database vigorously for any more aid that could be offered her, but there was none… Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress had to decide.
The intensity of the force that tried to expel the curiosity of Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress from her; it was willful and pushy, dark and unkind. Upon feeling this essence of negativity in the midst of such a soft beckoning from this illusive being, our shero began to pray to the ALL THAT IS. As Sh’mella finally delivered our shero from this beings direct presence, everything changed abruptly.
The illusive being was now angered at not being able to get our shero to break any of the rules given to her, and it began to pronounce curses at her back…Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress refused to turn around as Sh’mella continued to move them across the Upper Sweet Waters. The gelatinous bubbles of fear were no longer above her illuminated head, taunting her as they had before while still in the lower realms… She had changed. Every curse spewed by this wicked being, formed into a pebble that flung itself recklessly at Sh’mella. Alas, these pebbles were not able to penetrate or harm. In that moment, accurately measured… Our shero realized the danger she had been in, and was thankful for the instructions given her, and for Sh’mella constantly chiding her to remember them. It had not yet been illuminated and downloaded back into her soul, as to how such a place so seemingly perfect and lovely, could possess such an evil being.
Obsidian the Enduring Warrioress realized that this journey to the Ancestral Realm wouldn’t be easy, but she felt assurance in the provisions given her to make her way plain.
To Be Continued…
In Unashamed Négritude & Revolutionary Love,
ORIT
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