"Their hearts are not in their hands, you know" the Older woman said taking another sip of her tea and placing it back slowly "It hasn't been, for as long as even I remember"
The younger woman sat quietly, her eyes extending all the way down the Nebula and her head running wild with a thousand questions, her expression was deep and she could not conceal a certain sadness that beckoned on her soul, and after all, a soul is what is left for them in this slightly superior realm.
It was a celebration, that's why their tea party was taking place over Orion Nebula just about 1300 light years away from planet Earth, from which they can look down and see the speck of dust packed with souls compressed in mud-built machines where they all once lived. It was a happy occasion indeed, the ones where they were allowed to roam closer to the inferior realms, because only the ones who still got someone to look after can freely visit them. But the ones who has already been liberated from their beloved's grief get to move on to their next life, to the next sky and the next ground, the next laws of nature and their next self, but with the same soul.
And in every realm, the soul is judged then emphasized into being, and it can either become highlighted with a brighter color or dimmed to a darker shade, until the soul moves on again.
And today another woman was leaving the inferior realm and moving to theirs because her youngest son, who was now an old man with grandchildren himself, had died of a heart attack. And so she gave him a final hug and said her hello and goodbye in purgatory as he dwelt over the inferior realm and she moved into the more superior one. The girls have gathered to welcome her with open arms, it's only customary that a new soul gets to be celebrated at its arrival, even when they were earthly, new born souls got to be initiated into their world, and so she knew the sad lingering state on her mind was inappropriate, but so was feigning joyfulness.
When the new soul arrived, all the ladies at the tea party dressed in star-colored gowns jumped to their feet and ran to her side, and so did she but at a slower more relaxed pace. The ladies started to unwrap her old white dress draped around her for all purgatory. One was untying the knots at her waist and the other was combing her hair with an asteroid-made comb so that her hair would catch the universal dust and flow down twice as smoothly as it did before, and a third one knelt at her feet to put a pair of beautiful purple glistening shoes on them.
And she, looked at the new soul and smiled softly, it was amazing how her glow was getting stronger with every passing moment, her initiation into this realm is easy, smooth, like she has been waiting for it for such a long time, she has been getting ready for it. This one was truly a mother and she glowed in a beautiful emerald green. She picked up her red and golden ruffled dress and threw her arms around the new soul in a hug, trying to feel her calm soothing warmth.
She remembered her own arrival to the realm, how the women rushed to her side too, she was the youngest, she arrived in her oldest dress, the one she bought for herself in high school and never found the heart to throw it away. They took off her dress and she was still holding on to it, but then a goddess came to her side and placed a kiss softly on her lips, a kiss that immediately bid her limbs flaccid and the dress fell back down to earth, right into the pacific ocean.
And then her soul was completely bare and they asked her to choose from all the colors of the universe what color she wants her dress to be. She looked around and she found that black dominated but then colors came bursting right into her vision and she found red and golden equally captivating, she couldn't make out her heart so she chose both, and two cheerful girls with transparent sparkling fabric of the colors chased each other around her feet, wrapping her in her new colors and jumping up and down to create the ruffles on her dress, she could not help but to giggle and swirl to explore the magic of her new dress, her hair followed the spinning movement and waves rippled in the cloud of dust nearby accordingly with her movements.
Nonetheless, with her, the glow came even slower, for she did not have enough time to prepare in purgatory, her life had been short, and her purgatory had been shorter, so she did not have enough time to prepare. She had no one to wait for when she died, on earth they called her an orphan, because her parents were waiting for her up here instead of down there. Yet she had friends with whom she lived in a place they all called a home but as they grew up it stopped feeling like one and then they all had to leave one by one, because their stay there was bound by time and when their time ran out, it was time for them to go through life on their own.
Humans value strength and power over most else, and the hardest thing for the human is for him to walk the world alone and so it became one of the ways they measured a human's strength. The souls of humans are compressed in the heart which is strategically placed in masterfully concocted machines that operate on certain laws, and those machines are so carefully and beautifully built that sometimes the soul itself got fascinated with it, and gave it lots of attention and catered to its every need, even if those needs were not healthy for the soul itself, until the body and the soul became two entities, each with a will of its own and the humans were constantly trying to find a balance in pleasing both of their extremes.
She was like them, she had to strive to find this balance, and like all of them, she died trying. She remembers that on earth, she had a fascination with white sheets of paper that she always defaced with the limited set of colors that realm offered and she had a fascination with lines, all kinds of them, and they called her a Painter.
But then one day, when she was leaving the home where she grew up, someone said something about painting not being enough for her to survive. She sat down with her soul and her body that night, and asked them what they want. Her soul told her that she wants to keep looking at lines and lights and colors, that she wanted to live, but her body told her that he wanted to survive. And from that day on, she did not touch another white canvas.
Sometimes, her soul beckoned from her eye and begged her to look, begged her to feel passionately what she needs to feel, what she needs to experience in order to be alive, she did not succumb to temptation, she kept true to the drifting force of her path and she worked very hard, because there was no one else to support her in that life, she had to be strong and she wanted to acquire the power so that maybe someday she will feel safe and thus be free to finally experience her soul. But she died instead.
When her weary soul passed on to purgatory, she found her mother and father waiting for her and they hugged her once so that she understood the true meaning of a home, that safety that she had never experienced with herself. Her mother had a sadness in her eyes that she had recognized as the one that accompanied her through her short life and her father had a smile that also reminded her of her own, and when she opened her mouth to greet them, she found that her voice is throaty from all the screaming her soul had done before, all those days her soul had begged her to relish in the fire hurricane of living.
The meeting was brief and she moved on, unburdened by a lover’s grief or a child’s wailing. And because her soul was weakened in the path of her inferior existence, it took her time to fully obtain the glow it was meant for, the glow of someone who saw the heart of things, and it was heightened by the first time she took a walk around the heart of Orion Nebula, because she could not stop the rush of colors that went through her, because she could not refrain from happily wrapping herself up in them and creating her own unique emotion.
She lives in the more superior realm now, she loves the more superior realm because it is not weighed down by survival and it is not bound by time in the same manner that earthly existence was. But she had regret over her lost life, she was grieving the life that no one had missed, no one but her. And she had a profound concern for her fellow souls down there. Being closer to them now made her see that they were still trapped in the same spiral, going through the same struggle, and favoring one over the other in the search of their balance. And that’s why she was sad.
After all the other women took the new emerald mother away to show her around the universe, she stayed back with that woman. So when that Older woman with a pink and white school dress placed one leg over the other and calmly aligned a stray curl in her short blond hair with a cold expressionless face, and she said that humans did not own their hearts just that simply, over a cup of tea, She contemplated the possibilities, if they did not own their hearts then how can it be a fair fight for their souls contained in their hearts?
‘’Then in whose hands are they?” She turned her eyes to the old woman, trying to hide the excitement that the possibilities have aroused in her.
The older woman pointed to the opposite side all the way down the horizon,
“They were assigned to him...”
To Be Continued...
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