Little Cherine Book 04 - BPost039

Alki smiled. “I think we will find that we need to build it in great numbers, for it to become a viable project. That will also secure us the services of the best engineers…”
Robbie shook his head. “Alki, who or what will your market be?”







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Alki pursed his lips and replied, “The large corporations and government agencies…what do you suggest Robert?”

We all felt Robbie come to a big decision. “We cannot create any kind of tool for the governments, or the corporations, to strip from the citizens the few freedoms encryption provides them. I will ask that any tool we need to create, which can be misused, we consider them Cherinian tools or projects and only create them for our use. All such equipment and papers describing them, must be kept off-planet. As for the cost, if it is really high, then I will provide stocks of metals and other rare minerals for raising the cash.”

Before the Anadir returned to their homes, Alki asked them to prepare their documents for him to hire the staff he will need - and he made a very important suggestion. “Perhaps some of you can project as Terrans and be part of the team?” they returned home very excited and I guess they will all want to be chosen.

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Robbie did not make a move to find or follow the fire-world, so we treated this time as a holiday and tried to spend as much time as possible with our friends and families from Earth.

I suspected that if Robbie still had his scars they would be livid. My fears were confirmed when he slept for nearly eighteen hours after returning from the multi-sun system.

We told the others, so that none feel guilty of taking up our time and then we spoke to Robbie and we all insisted on taking it easy for a few days, just strolling around with friends, chatting, playing, swimming and in the evenings sitting around campfires.

Alki must have been filled with questions about the prophecy, but he did not ask any, leaving it to us to broach the subject, should we wish to do so. We did not; we wanted this time to be a happy time.

Cherine waited until she felt Robbie is ready, and then she asked, “When will it be my turn Robert? I want to see what my previous life was like.”

“Now or when our guests leave?”

“Now. I’m certain they would like to be a part of it.” They all did.

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CHERiNE = EVANGELiA

Evangelia was born in a village between Florina and Kozani, in the Western side of Makhedonia, Greece, in the year 1913. In terms of their village, her father was wealthy. He owned land, had sheep and also owned the village coffee shop and a grocery store. His father had once been mayor.

That did not mean that she grew up spoilt. Her brothers were, but girls had to learn from early that they are expected to look after their men and pamper them. In her heart she rebelled at having to care for her brothers, but enjoyed doing things for her father.

The village did not have a school and the brothers spent an hour travelling in the morning and afternoon to get their education. Evangelia watched them with envy, wishing she too could learn to read and write and tried wheedling her father, by saying that if she went to school she would be there to look after her brothers. Deep inside him he was proud of her spirit, but even he would not buy this.

Not willing to give in, she bribed her brother, a year and a half younger than her, with promises to be especially nice and do things for him if he would secretly teach her what he learnt that day. He agreed and spent months teaching her, but being a child he soon got bored with it. The damage had been done though, Evangelia had learnt how to learn to read and would steal the old newspapers and read them, struggling to make sense of the letters and words. It took a long time before she even realised that there was such a thing as arithmetic. She coerced her younger brother to teach her the basics and she used his old school books to teach herself.



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Her mother kept an eye out and whenever she caught her she smacked her, but she did not tell her husband. By the time Evangelia was fourteen her father was already being asked for his daughter. He had big dreams for her though. She was a tall girl, svelte, but with the large bosom that Greeks love. Her eyes were dark and held a promise of the passion that could be kindled by a man, which combined with the innocence of her youth made her extremely attractive to men. Her tongue, her father thought, was a trifle sharp, but he decided if she has a strong man he will soon set that right. The idea of a husband beating his daughter did not upset him, as a man of the time he found it normal and would think his son in law a weak man if he did not. It was the threat rather than actual physical abuse that was effective and most decent men hardly ever had to beat their wife. However, women would not respect a man who let them get away with being lazy or insolent.

He dreamt of her marrying a son of one of the wealthy families from a large town close by, so she was not promised to anyone during the period while her mind was still that of a child.

By sixteen her mother, granny, aunts were all kicking up a fuss, so the father decided he could not linger any longer. The size of her dowry reflected his desire to ally his family with one higher in social standing and was considered by him attractive. His sons would have to find girls with good dowries and he kept only what he needed for himself and his wife. He took her to Kozani in the hope that someone of the right wealth would see her and be tempted by her looks. The first one who was tempted was a man of over forty, a widower with three children. This was acceptable for men of his background, but he had a weakness for his daughter and Evangelia begged and pleaded, even cried, making childish threats that she would prefer to die, so her father let himself be convinced not to make an arrangement with that man.

The next time it was planned for them to go she became ill the night before and he had to postpone the trip. It only bought her a few days, but it did more than that.

They arrived in Kozani and they stopped first at the plateia (square) for some cold lemonade for her and coffee for her father. Her elder brother was with and he kept a careful eye on the young men. He noticed a young man who obviously had just come out of the army, his hairstyle a give away, looking at his little sister. Quietly he asked a waiter.

“Father, it seems she has caught the eye of a young man. His father owns the flour mill and has a lot of property in town. Should I arrange to meet him?”

Evangelia felt despair at hearing this, not wanting to even see this rich man’s son. She had it fixed in her heart that there is one young man who she belongs to and he will find her, she believed, before she is promised to another. Curiosity finally got the better of her and she sneaked a look. She ended up staring back at him. He raised an eyebrow and smiled before he looked elsewhere.

Sweet Evangelia could not believe how her heart was pounding. He has found her, it is him!

The father of the young man was not interested, the in-betweens tried their best, but the father intended his son to marry the daughter of a man who was even wealthier from Salonica. The woman who was acting as in-between decided they had but one chance. She arranged for the father and daughter to return within a couple of days and persuaded the young man to come and see this great beauty she had found for him.

As much as his father insisted and fought him, it seems the young man had a will of his own and finally the father gave in. Theodoris, or Theo as his friends called him, and Evangelia were engaged and a year later they got married. He took her to Athens for a week to celebrate their marriage. The trip there and their stay of a week was the time they had to get to know each other and discover their true feelings for the other. After all, they knew nothing of the other in any way that was important. Not that Evangelia felt that way; she knew the one thing that mattered, he is the one she will love her whole life.

They found a room in a fairly cheap hotel in Plaka. They entered their room, both tense and anxious.

“Theo, it is still early, can we walk around and get to see a little of Athens?”

They ended up at a patisserie close to Syntagma Square. For the first time they began to talk. Evangelia wanted no secrets, so she told him of how she had learnt to read and write. She was pleased to see his reaction. He was equally candid with her.

“When I first saw you I thought what a beautiful girl, but I could also see your family were from a village. I have studied, been to university and the thought of living with a village girl, ignorant and superstitious, did not appeal to me. I need a woman I can talk with and be proud of. Tell me what you have read.”



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Her cheeks flushed with pleasure, she had to admit she had not read any books. “I had to do it in secret. I read my brothers schoolbooks and newspapers. There are no books at my home. Theo, do you have any books I could read?”

The shops were still open and he took her to a bookshop. She stared in wonder.

“I had not realised there are so many books!”

He laughed, delighted with her. “This is only a small shop. I will take you to the library to see how many books there are.”

He was sensitive enough to choose books with stories easy for her to read and with themes she could identify with. When they got back to their room he took his knife and cut the pages open for her. In those days eight pages were printed on one sheet, it was folded and the buyer had to cut all the pages of the book. While he was cutting the second book, she got caught up in the first one. He finished and saw how absorbed she was. He stood at the window looking down at the people, a little annoyed that she would prefer to read at a time like this, but he did not know how to go about bedding her, so he waited. He heard a laugh filled with joy; it found something within him he had not suspected existed and he turned with surprise, his eyes shining with pleasure and love.

“Oh Theo, I never knew it could be like this!! To read a story and know what it is like for other people who have the same problems! Thank you my husband, this is the best gift I’ve ever had.”

He stared at her and then said a thing no Greek husband should ever say to his wife, though he tried to say it with a sardonic grin. “I think you will not be a good wife to me. You are going to give me too much joy.”

Bedding her was no longer the problem. He felt a greater need to sit next to her and touch her hand; to save himself from drowning in emotions; to look into those dark eyes that looked at him as no other woman had ever looked - as if he were a god come down from the mountain for her to worship. That was also stupid of her, wives do not show their husbands that they adore them, they only pretend to, for otherwise he has the upper hand. After all, man has strength and woman has a body that is his weakness.

Fingers curling in upon each other, hand in hand they walked the steep streets of Plaka and found a place to eat. There was no fear, no urgency anymore. They both wanted to get to know each other and they spoke of things they had never told any other. She listened so avidly to his every word he did not notice the time passing. It was late when they returned to their room.

She hesitated and then faced him. “I am a parthena (virgin) and do not know what to do. Theo, I love you and would like to become the woman you dream of. Will you tell me what to do to make you happy in bed?”

His only experience had been with a prostitute (twice) and it would not be right to treat her so. He did not know what to tell her and blushed. Sensitive to him already, she hung her head and spoke softly.

“I have spoken badly. My husband, may I tell you what my mother told me? She warned me the first time would hurt and that I must lie under you and let you do what you do without showing I do not like it. Theo, I cannot do that! I want to be with you and make you feel loved.”

He knew how daringly she had spoken, the slightest wrong expression and she would feel shamed. His eyes looked upon her with wonder. She who had stolen knowledge and taught herself, she who had the spirit of a Greek woman from the days the Greeks fought the Turks, she who was beautiful in face, he saw, is also lovely in her heart.

Shyly he told her, “That would be as I would want it too. I have talked to men of my age from rich families and they tell me that is how their wives are - if they are lucky.” He smiled. “I am twice as lucky as the luckiest of them is. They tell me they undress their woman and look upon her body with pleasure…” He was too embarrassed to continue.

His gentleness made her brave. “Would you also let me look at you with pleasure?”

He flushed. Despite the veneer of sophistication, he still had the old ways to fight against. He spoke honestly though, as he saw it. “It is not the same Evangelia, you are beautiful. I am thin and not good to look at.”



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“You want me to fatten you!?” Startled he looked and saw she was teasing him. He laughed and the tension eased between them. He stepped forward and cupping her face looked deep into her eyes.

“Wife, I love you.” His lips tenderly touched hers and then suddenly they were locked within the fires of their bodies. That night she conceived a son for him.

They arrived back home with a case of books and their marriage now based on love. His family watched them and the men were envious while the womenfolk muttered that it was not decent. She made him too happy. They moved into their own home where they could love, fight and learn of each other and time brought them closer and made them speak as few Greek couples of the time did. Three and a half years later she bore him twin daughters. Evangelia pleaded with him that he allow his daughters to grow up with schooling and he laughed, agreeing to what he wanted anyway. From birth he loved his little girls and enjoyed having them in his life.

Five years later the Greek government answered an ultimatum with the word “OCHI” and Italy invaded Greece. Theo joined the army and went to fight for his country. The Italian soldiers did not do well and Germany invaded Greece, crushing their army and taking hostage the whole country.

Bands of ‘Antartes’ (freedom fighters) fled into the mountains and from there descended into towns and villages to kill Germans. Wives went into the countryside and provided their men with food and clothing; the little of it that was available.

Evangelia was proud of her man and was very nationalistic in her point of view, and she not only dared the dark and sentries, but pleaded with Theo to be allowed to join him. He insisted she stay at home and raise their children well so that soon their son can join him.

Two years went by in days and nights of hunger, of loneliness, of secret rendezvous where they sometimes made love under the moonlight. She was careful not to conceive, but nature has its own plans and she fell pregnant. Evangelia was not one to hide from the truth. She sat and thought of how she should face this catastrophe. Not only as she would wish, but as her Theo would want her to act. She could not kill his child. He had already been shot in the leg and walked with a limp. It meant the next time the Germans try to surround his group, he will stay behind to buy time for his comrades. This was her last chance to have a child of his and he was a man who loves his children very strongly. With the food shortages they were experiencing, she had to have the child, but she knew she would not be able to feed it.

She decided and talked to her in-laws. They understood, agreed to look after the twin daughters and silently, her son, almost thirteen years old, at her side, they disappeared into the dark.

In the early hours, before dawn broke, German soldiers moved into position and emptied homes, taking young, old and children. They were lined up and the officer told the people who were forced to come and watch, that for every German soldier they killed, thirty Greeks would be killed. A soldier had been killed two days ago and these thirty would now die. Horrified the people watched as their friends or families were shot.

The news spread to the mountains very fast by people who knew where to find the antartes.

Theo listened and his heart grew cold. The man told him of his parents and children dying and he did not ask questions, only as to the name and appearance of the officer who gave the order. He sat by himself, shutting down every emotion, each tiny pain of failing to protect his loved ones until only the white hot flame of his need for justice and release from this life burned in him.

He spoke to his officer, told him his leg made him a burden so his life would end soon anyway. “I will find this man, the dog who gave the order to kill children and I swear to you, he will not live to see his own children.”

His leader knew, his own eyes and heart told him he could not stop him, and gave him permission to depart. Theo climbed down during the night, hid that day and arrived in the town during the next night. He knew where the German officer headquarters were and positioned himself on the roof of a building, waiting for dawn and the butcher to appear.

The Germans were certain the killing of civilians had stolen the courage of the local people and were relaxed and careless. The officer came out and stood by his car as he talked to another officer. His eye caught a movement, but before he could hide, a bullet found him in the stomach. He did not die that day, but the small town had no German doctors and the local one could not save him. He died in the early hours of the next morning after suffering horrific pains.



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Theo tried to shoot the other officer but his gun was antiquated and slow in reloading and he was shot before he could take another life. The impact made his body turn over and his eyes stared up into the blue sky of Greece, his fading thoughts repeating one message, ‘never again; never again…’.

Evangelia and her son were found and taken to the antartes. She explained about her decision.

“I cannot live long if I stay at home. I am strong and healthy and my pregnancy will not slow you down. I want to fight alongside my husband, and our son is now old enough to stand by his father. If we are to die, let us die together fighting the Germans.”

As she was then told about the news they had received, about her daughters dying, she cried out, her voice one of total despair, frightening the seasoned antartes. They saw the knowledge of death in her face and stayed silent, some of them crossing themselves. There was no reason for her to ask for Theo now. She knelt and took her son by the arms.

“Do you remember when your father was shot in the leg and I felt it? I have just felt his death. You will stay here and take his place. Every time you kill a German, remember your little sisters and your father. Kill for them.”

“Where are you going mitera?”

“I am going to find your father. Make us proud my son.” Without a kiss or any tenderness, her face bleak and dead to this world, she walked away. She sat on top of a cliff and talked to Theo, telling him of her love, of his son who will make him proud. She stood up.

“I cannot live without you Theo. The sun is gone, you cannot ask me to live in darkness. I am coming to you.” She jumped, her body striking a jutting rock and falling the rest of the way already broken and dead.

As with Cherine, Robbie found his sharing opened his memories of that life. He did not weep for himself. Only for his twin daughters and his wife. He also wept for a son left with the responsibility of hate and revenge at so early an age. He pulled Cherine into his arms and we waited, sharing their pain and the balm of their love for each other.

Cherine wiped her eyes and sat up.

“Why Robert, why? Why can’t we have even one life together without pain and death before our time? Why must our children suffer and die? Are we cursed?”

“Not cursed my love; blessed.”

“Blessed!!”

“Three lifetimes, that we know of, we have met and loved. We have had five children in the two previous lives and all of them will share and become Cherinians. We are blessed and rich with love. You did see that your gifts began within your previous life? If the pains we felt were a part of forcing your soul to grow and open this life for us, then we have not suffered in vain. You have paid the price for us to become Cherinians. Allow this life and the love they are all giving you to warm your heart again.” He stared into her eyes and finally she nodded and sitting on his lap she leant against his chest softly weeping, purging herself at last of her grief.

The twins arrived, Dommi and Marian rushing to them. Robbie and Cherine did not return immediately. Just before they returned a young man of about eighteen arrived. We did not ask for his story, giving time first to the three who needed explanations and to be comforted and loved.

“He fought with the antartes and when the Germans lost and were driven out of our country he was killed in the civil war. The bastards! I did not offer my son for a Greek to kill him!!” It was Evangelia still talking - it made me wonder, could she see she has become Cherine?

“It was a sad thing Cherine,” Alki said, “the civil war killed so many of our young men and in the end it was for nothing. Take joy from the fact that your gifts have enabled you to bring all your children back to become Cherinians.”



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There was little sadness this time when our friends left, for we knew we can meet them in Meli’s world as often as we care to. Still, I’m going to miss Alki, I love sitting on his lap with his arm holding me.

Not one of us have asked or wanted to learn of our previous lives and if we did what good would it do us? We do not fool ourselves with hopes that we have shared a previous life with our Robert. The way we see it is that they had to grow in their love through many lives until both of them could learn to open their hearts and take all of us in to share their love.

For the next couple of weeks we acted almost as normal humans. The children brought from previous lives had a big enough problem adjusting to the miracle of returning from a moment of death that was still imprinted in their minds. Finding themselves where they were, this very strange world they found themselves in and the culture shock of jumping to their future, these were all hard enough for them to adjust to, without us adding to their disorientation.

Marita had not had a reason to keep herself in appearance a child, only doing so sometimes to blend in, and she looked about fourteen. Her experiences and the changes brought about by her becoming a Cherinian have made her seem mature for her age. Miltos the son of Evangelia and Theo was still caught up in the passions and hates of his life before death and was finding it difficult to adjust. He took to Marita and they spent hours walking alone, sitting on the shore or in a corner of the room talking and as his mind expanded, grew to understand and accept his world was long gone, those he hated dust in their graves, he began to rejoice, seeing his survival as a fitting revenge. Once he passed that stage we could hope he would begin to accept the magic of our Cherinian love. We did not count on what did happen. He fell in love with Marita. She could feel his heart as it grew fonder of her and then loved her and she felt it was a miracle and one night she talked with Dommi and cried with her happiness.

I would have loved to see the five, with Marita, become a family, but the children of Greece were too different to those of South Africa and it took a long time for them to become comfortable with each other.

Hugh did not help by falling in love with one or the other of us and forcing us to hurt him by rejecting his love. Chara found it easier to blend in with us, especially those she thought of as English and that meant she has lessons of her own to learn.

Once they had all accepted that Robbie and Cherine are their parents, and still think of them as their children, we held a storytelling and took them dancing in our-reality void, where we can visit our World. Back in our ship, Cherine gave them the gift of our golden circle of love.

We could feel Robbie had something on his mind, but he waited for my birthday to pass so that my day would be happy and a few days later he called Gilli, Maria and Noelle to him while we were at home enjoying the normal pleasures of being a family.

“I wanted to ask the three of you to agree to something which I fear may hurt you. I am doing it entirely for selfish reasons. Will you at least listen to me before you react? Listen to my heart and my reasons and then each of you can have your say.”

Maria, the one who has known pain and found a god, was the wisest and nodded. “I think I know, but speak Roberto mou, I will listen.”

“It has to do with that damn prophesy. When our mission is ended and we return to Earth, I think the attack will come soon. As you know it is predicted that you will all hate me, except for four of you.

My darlings, I want to cheat the prophesy. I want my four and I to know that a part of our family does not hate us and be able to dream of their love. I want to send you each back to your old world. I think the adversary will not attack you there, as long as you stay away from our Earth.

I told you it is a selfish request, for I will be condemning you to pain for as long as you are away. I think that by the local Cherine linking you to her, you will at least be able to bear it. Gilli, you will suffer the worst, for you will be alone. Can you see how important it will be for us to know we are not total outcasts, that we are loved?”

Maria spoke earnestly, “I will agree Roberto, but before I speak, I will ask you to promise me that whatever I say to you now, you will take me back to my world.”

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“You may take me back to my world. My pain will be bearable, for I will spend that time helping the Cherinians rebuild their world. Roberto, just me, not these two. You must not send them back.”

“Why not my love?”

“If either of them has an accident our World cannot call them. Their souls will die!”

“Not yours?”

“Me too, but I am stronger, I have powers of my own, so it is less likely. It is a small risk and I am prepared to take it.”

Robbie looked at Cherine. “You heard? Can you honestly say it was not worth dying just to come to this life to feel such love in her heart?” He turned to Maria. “My love, did you think I had not thought of it? Have you lost faith in me as the protector? Sol, come here please.”

He made her face Maria. “Tell her truly. If the Sparklers turn against me, would that cause them to abandon a soul left in their keeping because that soul loves me?”

She ignored Maria and turned back to him. “If we thought you the most vile creature to have ever existed and you died, we would not abandon you. A soul is pure in its potential. Whatever we may think you are like now, we also know that if it follows its own destiny it will at sometime be worthy of becoming a Cherinian. They will all be safe.”

“Maria, does that answer your question? I ask of Solomon that Sparklers are sent to your realities to collect your souls if you die and hold them for me to bring back when the hearts of the Sparklers have turned back to me. If I am totally vanquished, they will release you to our World. You will not be rejected, even if Adam considers you to be in error.”

He pulled Sol to him, enfolding her within his arms and looked at us. “Did you hear what she said? ‘A soul is pure in its potential. Whatever we may think you are like now, we also know that if it follows its own destiny it will at sometime be worthy of becoming a Cherinian.’ That is the highest compliment a Sparkler has ever paid the Cherinians!”

All three agreed to do as he asked and we felt the pride they felt at being asked this by their Robert. We also felt their sorrow at the prospect of being without anyone to love for a time. Robbie felt this and turned to Dommi and Cherine.

“What if we cheated a little bit more?”

“How Roberto?”

“Why should they have to spend that time alone? Why could they not each take a companion with them. With two of them sharing, would their pain not be smaller and easier to bear?”

Dommi was excited by the idea. “Perhaps easier to bear, but I do not think smaller. If it can be done, Roberto, send them all to other realities and leave only me.”

Robbie sent her his love before replying sadly, hating what he had to say. “It will go after Cherine wherever she is. If the main body of my loves stays here and hates me, I think it will be satisfied. It will know that the others are out of my reach and will not care about them.”

“Who would you send Robert?”

“Cherine, I’d love to send all my children with Jade included. I think it would be a mistake though. It needs the satisfaction of feeling at least some of my children hate me. I would put it the other way around. Are there any of you who feel you could make the sacrifice and be it’s victims for my sake?”

“Not me father. I cannot!”

“I know Rosie. You fear without reason though. You think it will find the Rosie who fought with me and build on that until you hate me without possibility of loving me again?”

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“You are wrong my love, but if that is your fear I will not deny you. You may go.” He waited, letting her feel relief and then cruelly dashed her joy. “Rosie baby, have you considered what it will be like for you afterwards? If you live a million years, you will always have a doubt, wondering if your love for me would have been strong enough to bring you back to me. Do you really want that?”

Even Cherine and Dommi protested within his mind, but Rosie sat huddled in her misery for a while and then looked up at him. “No, I could not live with that doubt. I will stay dad.”

“It is better you choose Roberto, so that none of them feel there was a doubt about their love for you.”

“The six from our previous lives. Gilli, Maria, Noelle and Jade, Candy, Marita, Diana and the twins. Goldi, Gina, Cassie you should stay a team, go with Jade. Lucy, you go too. I may be cutting it thin and provoke the adversary, but I’ll take the chance.”

We felt him add a bedroom and bathroom to our home. He gave it a roof.

“Marita and Milto, Cherine and I are taking you dancing again. Please come with.”

Marita guessed and Milto felt her joy without understanding, but was comforted by it. They left and when they returned a couple of hours later the bodies of the two of them had been moved to their own bedroom. Robbie had spoken to them in the void, explained once they had linked and become a family.

*Marita, you are too young to be leader of a new family and Milto you are far too inexperienced. This is not your old world. Force yourself to learn that women are not as you were brought up to believe. Especially not Cherinian girls. You not only love each other, you now will share your hearts and minds and should you be thoughtless of her love for you and hurt her, it will hurt you too. That is true for all humans, but unfortunately most of them cannot see it. I do not even advise, work it out between you and decide who is the leader of your family or let time show you. Be wise in your decision. Your bodies have been moved to your own bedroom. There is no need for you to suffer again, love each other and we will feel your joy and rejoice with you.*

Rejoice with them!! Cherine twirled their emotions and passions and the night became a time of being drunk with their sensations and repeated coupling. Cherine fed their feelings to us and we too became insatiable, draining Robbie until even his healer could not energise his body any further without him stopping to eat and drink. I still tremble as I recall that night, for it was the first time Goldi joined us and her loving of us, our loving of her took us to the other side where ecstasy becomes agony. I’d better let Robbie describe the night - if he can!

How can I? I have attempted to describe, not too successfully, the loving of Diana, Gilli, Ashiir and others whose bodies had a strange alchemy that transformed my body, my heart and the levels of passion my body and mind could experience. When I have been transported to a land where all is lost in the fierce light of a white sun and it goes nova, how can I describe it? To say I looked into lavender eyes will only sound exotic; the sensation of being drawn into a magical garden filled with millions of flowers and each flower, each petal made out of love for me - how do I speak of that?

The body of my Goldi is beautiful, but still made of the flesh of girls, the odours and scents, the warmth, more delicate and sweeter than I can imagine, but the real magic of my Goldi is in her heart, her mind and her soul. Whatever carried me away to a different world, where planet, moon and sun were but her love for me, these were what made the loving of my lavender eyed girl something difficult to hold as a memory, for I was outside my mind and body in my adoration of her and her sweet body.

She did not affect me only, her sweetness, the magic she has brought from a world of make believe affected all my girls too. Finding her too overpowering they would turn to me and tear with their nails and teeth at my flesh in their search for release and surcease from the emotions she so unbearably sweetened. None of us could have ever imagined lust could be so sweet.

I am sorry Sam, I could not write of this any better than you have shown yourself able to, but at least I have been able to bring out a tiny part of what Goldi was and is and see it for a moment again.

Robert is right! How can it be that so many girls each have their own magic in the way they love and in the passion they napalm our nerve endings with!? - Cherine.

My sweet Cherine, you are right. Perhaps you should consider that as each of you brings a gift of love and magic that is unique to you, so could it happen that a male, son or otherwise could do so for you too. Do not deprive yourselves and rely on one unremarkable man. Let yourselves grow my loves - I will be happy and be part of that love.

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It seems I better take over again before the two of them turn this into their battlefield. I do not know, as do none of us, why our Robbie cannot see that even without the sex, he is all any of us want. Is it because our needs, love and devotion to him solely, seem too close to a male fantasy?

When a new love between people has been found and has declared itself, uniting to become whole, complete in itself, the whole world becomes a lovelier place and their happiness becomes a music that plays within the wind and dances in every sunbeam. It is the first time we have felt so strongly the love between two not of our family, but Robbie says it is because they are family, just slightly askew of us and related, as our Worlds will be.

I just sat and read my entries since the prophesy and I see my writing is heavily biased. I’d hate to do a word count of how many times I’ve said ‘Robbie’ or ‘Robert’. I am quoting him all the time, second comes Cherine, then my own opinions and lastly the rest of the family. It is not fair of me. There is not one of us, from the quietest to the rowdiest who does not make her presence felt in some way every day - well, maybe not Meli as often, since she is busy writing her latest book, but we do feel her and her presence does affect what we say and do. Still, when Robbie was writing he had something to relate about each of us and we all felt loved. The truth is I cannot handle it all. To mention each way every girl has touched us or made us see something in a new way or delighted us with her humour, I would end up with a diary of twenty pages for each day. I prefer and need to spend most of my days loving and being loved and sharing in all the small experiences that make being part of my family feel like I am in heaven.

I discussed this with Dommi and Meli and they read through the period since our departure from Earth. I could feel Meli itching to suggest changes and additions, moments of love by one girl that changed all of us, or other moments she considers important, but she kept quiet out of fear - she thinks we would all demand she does the writing as she is the writer. I would not do that to her, for her mind bubbles with ideas and dreams all the time and she already has not got enough time to capture them all so we would all lose out. Dommi says I should not worry, none of them feel slighted and they are happy to read mostly about Robbie. I will try to include them all on a more regular basis, but I just wanted you, future reader, to know that I am aware of my shortcomings, but I cannot help mostly writing about the man who is everything to me.

I better start a new chapter as we have reached a new part of our lives. Today we found the fire-world and it is close to the size where it could disappear. We have to now follow it in tiny jumps so we may end up spending another year here, but I have a feeling we will not. The Anadir do not think it will revert to the size we regressed the one that died. If they are correct, it means we may soon be facing those who engineered it to kill all life in our galaxy and that is a scary thought. I almost wish we had the option of running away. Of course we cannot, not as long as the possibility remains that we may have to fight this battle within our own reality where billions could die. I’d rather face that nightmare here where only our own lives are at risk. With the Sparklers here, it will not be so terrible, for they will return us back to our own void and we can recreate our bodies. The Sparklers are aware of our feelings and it has given them a new lease on life - is the need to be needed one of the proofs of sentience?


Chapter One Hundred Thirty Five

Robbie keeps the galaxy permanently in our windows again and the Anadir are thrilled. If they are not sitting watching, they are either in arguments between themselves or with the Sparklers. Robbie jokes that he has to be careful as it would not be a good idea to let his energy tip pass over the surface of a sun - he always hated sun tanning!

We all watch mainly because the sight is so dazzling. Can you imagine us being asked later on what the center of the galaxy looked like and us saying ‘sorry, I was too busy swimming or…’ !!

We have come across a number of wrecked space ships of various designs. They are causing the greatest arguments among the scientists and Thinkers. They say all theories will have to be revised if they do not find an answer that makes sense. The suns are all busy flying out from the center and yet these wrecks are drawing in to the center. I do not see what the argument is all about. Perhaps I am simplifying the problem, but why could it not be that the civilisations which created the ships found it too expensive to dispose of them and to leave them within their own space could have been disastrous, so they got rid of them by throwing them into either the black hole or the furnace of matter being created. If it is a black hole, then it is-was stupid of them. To feed the monster that will eat up our galaxy one day does not make sense, but then I suppose they also have governments and civil servants, in which case it makes a lot of sense.



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I mentioned the above to Ordinx and he was amused saying I am going to upset the scientists with my theory and civil servants with my cynicism. He suggested to me that these may be from planets close enough to this area so that they already know what lies at the center of our galaxy, and that makes it likely it is the birth place of matter.

Always, when we pause in our travels, there is a mass exodus of Sparklers. In one important way their lives and habits have changed. Where they used to only live in the void, now they visit normal space when in a new area, for they have grown to love sensing the variety nature offers, especially in matter related forms. A few and rare times, they will see something they have a need to share with everyone, so we were not completely surprised when some returned, emoting a need for us to follow them. The emoting spoke of their joy in what they have seen, there was no fear or anger.

Robbie demanded we wait for him to check. Within a minute he was back and we saw an enclosed platform take shape.

”You need to see this with your eyes, not just as souls.” At the same time he called for everyone else to join us.

What we saw from a distance did not make sense. If this was a spaceship, it could not have been very manoeuvrable and it looked too vulnerable for anyone to want to risk flying around in it. It looked like a giant flan or pizza baking dish and the top of it was open to space.

As we drew closer, we saw that the side wall was not as thin as we’d thought it is. It rose to at least six hundred metres, which meant the circumference of the ship was simply enormous. As our platform rose above the lip, we were shocked to see that the top is uncovered to the vacuum of space and the surface inside is a giant park, filled with the most amazing collection of plants, rivers and mountains.

“I think I better be wary of trying to enter, since it cannot really be open to space. I think they must be protecting their world with a forcefield.”

Seltwe asked, “Your people have forcefields?”

“Not yet.”

“But you know of them? Your military is experimenting and they let you know about their research?”

Robbie laughed. “Our authors who write stories which we call science fiction have included such things within their stories of the future. The truth is, often scientists have invented or created new products because they were inspired to do so because of reading of such devices in science fiction stories.”

“These stories are free for everyone to read - we would be allowed to?”

“Sure. When we are back home, get the girls to show you what our libraries look like and once you project as Terrans, you will be allowed to enter and freely read any books you wish.” Robbie chuckled. “There are no rules against alien species reading our books, I only asked you project as Terrans, as I do not wish to let them know of your existence at this time.”

While they were talking, Jade, who was staring at the spaceship, which seems to be travelling to the center of our galaxy for it to be torn apart and crushed, suddenly exclaimed, “Robert, it is not a spaceship, it is a station and it should be in orbit around a planet or sun! it wasn’t made for travelling across space.”

Amused that she was also speaking from knowledge he has gleaned from science fiction stories, Robert told her, “It does not have much time left to it, it is close to where the tidal forces of gravity will destroy it.”

“Can’t we change the direction it is travelling so that it orbits a sun…a bit further out?”

“We first need to check on whether the owners are still on board. If they are, we’ll have to respect their wishes. After all, despite what seems obvious to us, this could be a massive investment by some species, created for the purpose of researching the area it is heading towards.” He mused a while. “I don’t see how we can find out, as we have not sensed any efforts by them to communicate and we cannot pass through their forcefield - we can, but only as souls.”



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“We first need to check on whether the owners are still on board. If they are, we’ll have to respect their wishes. After all, despite what seems obvious to us, this could be a massive investment by some species, created for the purpose of researching the area it is heading towards.” He mused a while. “I don’t see how we can find out, as we have not sensed any efforts by them to communicate and we cannot pass through their forcefield - we can, but only as souls.”







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