Falling Over the Edge of Forever


 

We are falling into M-87.
A Messier Object in this part of heaven.
My good Captain his starship and me.
Its gravity will not let us free.

This giant, elliptical galaxy.
It’s black hole feeding angrily.
On anything that comes its way.
Into its gravitational well  must pay.

The ultimate price for this trespass.
Falling into a never ending hour glass.
Focused into a singularity.
The point of infinite density.

Strains time into useless information.
Physical laws have no revelation.
An intergalactic garbage disposal.
Disassembly past the sub atomic level.

There’s no way back for I fear.
Our ship is beginning to shear.
We are falling onto the event horizon.
Atoms of our ship have begun to siphon.

Into the maw of this bottomless pit.
The ships atoms being split.
Into a stream a light year in length.
From this super massive black hole’s strength.

With gravity so strong it unwinds time.
Puts our decent on its time line.
Time standing still, for the crew and I.
Forever our witness to watch ourselves die.

Stuck on the bridge for all eternity.
Watching as the ship fades into uncertainty.
Never quite getting to that part.
Never end, never start.

Falling at the speed of light.
Star ship atoms in strange light.
Forever surfing the event horizon.
High energy particles emblazon.

 It’s whirlpool embrace.
It’s rotational velocity curving space.
I cannot breathe I can only see.
What this space is doing to me.

I am fading, fading, fading.
My time line is degrading.
I have come and I have gone.
My life has become foregone.

Still I watch as I become not me.
Still I watch and still I see.
This gravity has taken its toll.
Taken from me by the supermassive black hole.

In the heart of M-87.
A Messier Object in this part of heaven.
Whose jet is five million light years long.
Sings M-87’s high energy song.

 A warning to this part of space.
A siren singing in this place.
Distorting time and space.
An unbearable embrace.

 I am nothing but I am here.
Tis my soul that’s left I fear.
I am leaving the starship.
I am in some divine grip.

Pulling me off the bridge of that ship.
I’m removed from this time slip.
I am flying towards a brilliant light.
It warms me and tis a welcome sight.

So I died today and became not me.
I watched myself until I could not see.
I fell over the edge of forever.
And I will never end ever.

Dave Proffitt
6/23/2012
2:05 AM

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Athaliah in Time Chapter II


Chapter 2

 

        And so it is to me I must arrange a meeting between the two women I care most about in life. A meeting of two females that could go as gently as cottonwood down upon the warm air of the woods, or as reckless as a pair of run-away locomotives.

        This is something that’s coming in future tense, but for now a confession of my guidance with this 5th Century queen is needed. Ath and I had gone for a walk in the woods. She loves the woods so. We came upon a scene after some hours of hiking that was truly disturbing to an exponential degree. There was this young girl no older than probably 12. She was being assaulted by two men who looked to me like they were in their mid-thirties. There was this camp fire of sorts built in front of this old building. The building looked like it was on the outskirts of some old logging station. There was a corrugated tin siding fastened to the wall with its galvanizing giving way to broad streaks of rust running vertically down its walls. There was several rolls of steel cable probably an inch in diameter coiled up in stacks inside this building. There were several double-bitted axes hanging off the walls. Some of the small window panes that made up a larger window were broken. The campfire light cast some strange shadows of the men upon the building making them look like they were fifteen feet tall.

        The young girl was crying and whimpering and begging the men not to do anything to her. I saw this spectacle first. Ath was back doing something magical with a flower. She gets so much out of just handling things like this. I turned around to see where she was and got a view of her coming up this trail head towards me with her beautiful blue eyes smiling at me and her predatory smile spreading those wondrous thin red lips. I raced down to her, and watched the expression around her eyes change from affection to alarm. I grabbed her and she asks me, “What is it my love?” “Why hast thou grasped me with such fierceness?” “There’s something terrible up ahead Ath.” I replied. My mind was in overdrive trying to figure out what I was going to do with Athaliah. I know what she would do when she sees this and I wanted part of the forest left afterward. “I want to see this.” She informed me and flipped off my grip with an effortless movement of her arms. She went around me like a beam of light going thru a prism. “What is happening here David?” She whispers to me as she views the scene. “Well these men are raping this young woman I think.” I told Ath. In a voice that sounded with the concussive crack of thunder that shook the very air of the woods “You will stop this!” Athaliah commanded of the men. The men stopped immediately and looked all around, the color running out of their faces like water down a drain. I felt a rushing of air like something was rushing in to fill a vacuum somewhere. I looked and saw this twisting column of transparent vapor whirling up into the air like some sort of tornado in the woods. Atop the column was Athaliah’s head which had become swept back and a bit more pointed reminding me of a beautiful end of a weathervane. Her long black hair was flowing out behind her. White sparkling plasma discharges were forming where her eyes usually are.

        Well these guys are all done was my next thought. How can you stop something like this? I couldn’t. I spoke to Athaliah but I don’t think she could hear me for all the noise that the column of air was making. Two bolts of a blue discharge arced down beside each man, which caused them to freeze into a sitting position. These two were so scared by Athaliah’s countenance there was nothing coming out of their mouths. The young girl was frightened almost as much as her tormenters had affected her. This low frequency speech coming from Athaliah was shaking the air around these men when she asked them, “What art thou doing to this young woman?” She demanded. Ath had her mental probe going full blast and had both men staring up at her not moving a muscle. Ath was going to get her own answers from these two men the hard way. Hard for them only. I heard some noise coming from the shack and two coils of cable came floating out of the door on their own. I’m sure this was some of Athaliah’s witchery at work. The cables unwound themselves in a strange whirling movement that reminded me of some black version of a snake charmer. They seemed to have a life of their own eventually standing straight up and down with about 6 feet on the end still wound into a coil upon the ground making them look more like snakes than steel logging cables. What next? What does Athaliah intend to do with these men in the next microseconds of time? I didn’t have to wait long. More noises from the shack. This time four double-bitted axes floated out of the shed. Each of them handle end to handle end like a pair of helicopter blades with the axe metal ends on the outside periphery, whirling in the horizontal. The two cables moved towards the two sets of whirling axes and seemed to somehow fasten themselves to the whirling juggernauts of destruction. “I will show thee the meaning of fear!” Athaliah boomed to these two men who were frozen to where they sat.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a human being that terrified in my life. Well that’s good serves these two right. Ath brought the spinning axe bits within inches of their faces. I could tell Athaliah was on the verge of losing control of herself. She allowed one set of axe bits to nick the right hand man’s face. He recoiled in pain. This must had jolted something in his consciousness because he jumped up and started running toward the edge of the forest. Athaliah released the axes and the cable end snaked around the other man binding him fast to where he was. He couldn’t walk with fifty feet of steel cable wound around him. Athaliah shot into the woods after this man. Her form changed into this glowing electric blue arrow like probe with a wing span of some fifty feet on a side. It was so bright it lit up the woods like daylight. She ran him down in about fifteen seconds. I could hear him screaming. I saw a brilliant white discharge within the woods and then there were no more screams. She came back to the scene moved over about one hundred feet away from the cable-wrapped man. She hovered about twenty feet off the ground. I think she was in some sort of recharge process.

        “What the hell is that man?” the cable guy asked me. I asked the man “Have you read the Bible?”  He said that he had. I told him, “Well you must have missed the story about Athaliah.” “Who’s Athaliah?” came his trembling question. “Well she was the Queen of Judah, a long time ago.” “She’s also a sorceress, and you and your buddy’s worst nightmare.” I explained to him.  “You gotta stop this man!” his entreaty to me. “Oh, why?” I asked him. “She’s not real man she’s some kinda monster!” He told me. “Well not to me she isn’t, and besides I have to let her off her leash once in a while.” “She’s gonna kill us man!” He said. “Nah that’s singular man your buddy is already dead, I don’t think you’d recognize what’s left of him.” I told this rapist. “Yeah she’s gonna kill you too, funny part of this is I can’t stop her either.” “Please mister I don’t wanna die, I got a wife and a couple of kids.” “Really do you?” I asked him. “Yeah man I do I got some pictures of them in my wallet I’ll show ya!” “Just unwind this damn cable off of me.” I decided that maybe I should see if he was telling the truth. It really would have made no difference to me if he had actually. As I was walking up to him I saw his wallet lying on the ground away from him, it must have fallen out of his pocket during his introduction to the flying axe circus. I bent down and picked up the wallet. “This yours?” I asked him. “Yeah man it is, open it up you’ll see my wife n kids in the middle of it.” His replies flavored with more optimism that he might escape with his life. I opened his wallet and saw that indeed he did have a picture of a woman in his wallet and a couple of small children a boy and a girl. I noticed that the picture showed the little girl with what looked for all the world like a black eye, and the boy had a split in his lip. The woman had various small scars on her forehead and cheekbones. “You beat your family don’t ya?” I told him. “No man why do you say that?” Alarm creeping back into his speech. “Well your family has bruises and cuts and scars upon them. I’m just guessing a nice guy like you that’s raping a young girl in the woods probably did that to them am I right?” “No man, I ain’t that kind of man!”  “You are a liar and an abomination!” Words from Athaliah, now recomposed into herself. Her six foot Six frame gliding over thru the meadow in about half a dozen strides.

“Who’s the big bitch?” came this fools question to me. “You met her when she was really pissed off, now she’s just pissed.” I explained to him. “She’s making me feel really weird man!” He told me. “Well you are gonna feel real strange here in just a minute or two.” I told him. Ath came up to him and waved her beautiful left hand and moved her bottom three lovely long fingers and the cable unwound itself from the man. She was staring at him, boring into his psyche with that probing mind of hers. She wasn’t being gentle with him either. The white sparkles were forming in her eyes again. He could do nothing, no speech, barely breathing, almost catatonic.

        “Ath” I spoke to her. “He has a wife and children.” I told her. She swung her gaze off of him onto me, and I could feel this cold piercing shaft of ancient intellect boring into me, past my personality, past my self- awareness, looking into my very soul. A terrifying invasion, a draining, searching twin beacons of wrath, which suddenly vanished. It knocked me to my knees. “Oh my dear David I’m so sorry and she was on me holding me running her long fingers over my forehead and face. I can feel warmth surging into me and well-being, and I feel her love and her care restoring what she had removed before. “Wow Ath you are something else!” I told her. She was crying and her tears spilled out of her and ran down onto my lips. She was kissing me and I felt her crystal tears on my lips and they tasted like spring water, and bore with them the essence of this ancient queen, carrying her love, her DNA, her fears and dreams. I could see this flashing in my eyes as she held me bobbing back and forth like she was trying to calm me down. “Oh my love have I hurt thee?” “Please David tell me” She was begging me. “I think I’m okay Ath we have to work on your disconnect some.” I told her. This brought that lovely deep throaty laughter from her, like some golden liquid from within the depths of this most beautiful woman of all time.

    “What’s the status of our other man?” I asked Ath. We both looked up and he was gone. Athaliah told me, “I will run him down David!” “No let him be Ath. I don’t think he’ll ever do anything like this again.” “I think you have extracted all the bad in this man.” He’s done being wicked in your words.” I explained to Athaliah. “Perhaps my love, but I will know if he does this again. I have a sample of his life line.” “If he does wrong again it will show in his down line.” She says. What this means is that I think she has some way of tracking his life’s energy flow and can tell when it’s deviating. “Well that sounds fair to me Ath!” I say to this most amazing woman. She helps me to my feet. We walk up to the young woman who is trembling and shaking and Athaliah bends down to her. The girl recoils in freight from Athaliah. “What’s wrong with her my love?” Ath’s question to me. “Well dear woman she’s seen what you can do, she doesn’t know what or who you are.”People of this century are not used to seeing miracles and spectacles like this.” “You mean there are no wizards in your time David?” She asked of me. “Well we have magicians but they are all fake, and not like you.” I tell her. This puts a smile on Athaliah’s lovely face, which also seems to soothe the young girl. I asked her “Did they hurt you?” “Well they were gonna until you guys showed up.” She tells me. “Ath bends down and touches her forehead with her lovely long fingers. Her black talon fingernails tracing lightly along the young woman’s eyebrows. She runs the sides of her fingers down over the girl’s cheeks caressing her wiping her tears and dirt, and fir needles from her face. “My poor child.” Ath says and I see tears in her beautiful sapphire eyes. Brimming with compassion and care for a little girl she’s never seen before. Ath picks her up with an effortless sweeping motion of her arms and the little gal is sitting alongside Ath’s six foot frame as we walk out of the woods.  “I’ll be back shortly David” My queen of Judah tells me and vanishes with the little girl skyward. I look up and see a shooting star in the mountain sky. It’s my queen taking her little girl home. My God.

 

  

       

 

Athaliah in Time


Athaliah in Time

 

Chapter 1

 

My queen of Judah is without me. She’s phased into some temporal past that runs her down like a black leopard on an eland.

Because of her talents with time she has to pay a price. Nothing comes for free. And so it is with tricking time like she does. She slipped from me as we were going into a restaurant. She just sublimes into a purple mist that only I can see. I watch her fade into time’s clutches with her sapphire eyes pleading to stay with me. The fear, the agony, in those gorgeous orbs haunts me until she reappears. Those beautiful pools of her soul smiling and brimming with new energy as I see her reappear from some time immemorial.

   Once she returned to me with her garments torn and some strange plants that had become embedded upon her torn jeans. The plants appeared to be prehistoric in origin, the genus unknown to modern humans. She had this terrified look in her eyes. She grabbed me in the middle of the night when she reappeared in the middle of my living room. Zephyr started growling and the room began glowing with a purple light, and fiery blue and white discharges danced from the ceiling down to the floor. One would think I would have become accustomed to this entrance of hers happening three to four times every year since she’s made her decision to live in a new era with me.

   I came into the living room with my robe on and she arises from a kneeling position and runs into my arms. She’s crying, and shaking and the tears are running out of those jeweled eyes. This is a side of her I don’t often see. She’s such a powerful woman not given to a display of her fears that I can see.  “Oh David I am so pleased to be with thee again!” She almost crushes the life out of me with a powerful hug that feels like the coils of a boa constrictor wrapped around me. She grabs my face on both sides with her long slender fingers adorned with solid gold rings hammered out by metal smiths in the desert city of Judah.  Her long black talons gently touching my scalp and temple. I can feel her very life essence running through the tips of her fingers into my mind. Her wild blue eyes brimming with crystal tears raining down her high cheekbones in a face of pleading and one of fear and longing. She’s back now. I have missed my queen. Her departures leave gaps in my soul and my very being. For I fear she may never return from her temporal capture and releases some time. She bends down with her thin red lips and her breathy admonitions to me and I can smell her warm, moist breath that always portrays her royalty never betraying her with a foulness of any sort. Just purity like the ocean breeze or a gentle breeze through a fresh rainfall through the woods. Her lips brush my face with the gentleness of butterfly wings. They are moistened with the touch of her tongue. She increases the pressure as she squares them against my lips. I feel this swirling electrical surge run into me that makes my knees weak and my head swim.  She holds me up as I lose my balance and her deep resonant breathy laugh escapes that gorgeous throat, that’s commanded armies of men. “I have this effect on you my love?’ She whispers to me with that predatory smile of hers.  “Yes you know you do Ath.” My reply to her silly question. On the inside she is all woman, with a woman’s desires, wants, and needs. Even this woman able to command many powers to read minds, to disassemble humans or most normal matter to its sub atomic constituents. She can do this by altering the basic strong and weak forces that hold atoms together, I have summarily surmised. She says she doesn’t understand it, that she’s always been able to do this from her time as a child.  Still she is vulnerable to her feelings and of being in love, of wanting and needing a man in her life. Why she has picked me is something I have asked myself since I’ve known her. When I ask her she says to me, “Are thee not a prophet indeed David?”  When I explain to her that I am a prophet just not spelled the same she brushes that off with some ancient Judahesion logic. She’s laughing again, a most musical experience one has to hear to comprehend it. Actually word fail miserably when trying to describe this wondrous woman. She kisses me again and tells me she needs a lot more of this. She smiles just millimeters from my face and I can feel her energy tugging and tilting her thin red lips into that most precious part of her countenance. She is mesmerizing to an exponential degree even unto women that meet her. I once watched Ath talk to a woman that was spell bound by her in a shopping mall one day. Ath has this hypnotic effect on people that comes with her sapphire gaze and the intensity she augments that gaze with.  She captures people’s attention totally. No one I’ve ever seen try to converse with her pays any amount of attention to what’s going on around them when talking with her. An entire building could collapse around someone talking with her and they would be unaware of it.

   Her black mane of hair has wrapped itself around my neck as she holds me and nuzzles my face with those ruby lips. I could fall into the hubs of hell with this woman and feel safe and loved. She loves this strong. It is no wonder to me that women like this from the past have had effigies of stone made in their behalf.  Stone monuments to these females that the best stone smiths are unable to duplicate. That their chisels, hammers and human sweat are unable to honor all the Athaliah’s, the Hatshepsut’s, Cleopatra’s, and Nerfertaris of time.  Songs to woman on another plain of existence. How odd for me to experience this segment of earth’s history?  I am past being honored; I am at a loss for words.

   Athaliah kisses me again and I am bound in a daydream of her soul and her heart. Her feelings and her longings swirling into my mind and being. She’s good at this; as it comes as naturally to her as breathing. A most unassuming female as ever there was. I am constantly amazed at her. She sees this and it amuses her and makes her laugh which to experience is worth more than all the money in the world. It is a biological connection of ancient mannerisms, of the magic that makes her, of her femininity, and sexuality, a song of her grace and intensity.  It’s what her soul reflects to the world.

        I can feel her beaming thoughts probing into my mind ever so gently. She is so careful with me. So delicate and respectful. She seems to know privacy barriers I have resurrected and never crosses them. She could bore thru them like a lightning bolt from her blue eyes if she was angry, I’ve seen her do it on occasion.

        I watched her reduce a large, vulgar man to his knees one time at the country fair. He was making sarcastic remarks to me about why a gal like Athaliah would be with an old man like me. Ath is very sensitive to tonal qualities and volumes in human speech. She tells me there’s bad music in rudeness. Believe this dear reader she knows it well too. I was afraid for this buffoon’s life. Had I not been there Athaliah could have sent his atoms on their merry way into all parts of the universe and no one would have known where this soul had gone to.  Her eyes generate this sort of field that affects matter at the subatomic levels. It disrupts or nullifies the strong and weak forces that hold the quarks and leptons and atoms that are who we are together. She doesn’t understand how this works it just happens when she gets upset or insulted by someone. It doesn’t happen if she has an accident however. It seems to be driven by human interactions. I’ve never seen her have an accident either for that matter. Things just seem to function at their level best around her. I don’t think this is anything she does either. It may be influenced by some of her magical fields that seem to surround her. I don’t know if I’d call this magic either it’s just what happens around her is all.

    The last time the temporal police ran her down was when we were going into a restaurant. I held the door open for her and watched her become surrounded in this purple fog or mist and watched her phase into some other temporal plain as those sapphire eyes pleaded with me to hold her fast in this century.  Then she was gone. I’m the only one to witness this. No one else can see this happen. It’s a natural effect of time. It’s a protective device that guards against temporal parallelisms.  Then I’m left to ponder her return, which again is only witnessed by me. It usually happens at home.  She reappeared to me one time when I was out in the woods with the camera. And it’s funny because I was thinking of her intently to the point of having tears in my eyes. “David, tears for your queen how blessed you are.” “Thee art the only man that would shed tears for me dear man.” She said to me. To this I find astonishing because of who she is. Any man would find this woman irresistible but she invariably tells me mine is the only heart that is true to her. Who am I to argue?

  During one of Athaliah’s departures I became acquainted with a woman named Laraine. Laraine is another woman of remarkable talents and attributes. She reminds me much of Athaliah, only on a more natural scale. Talking with Laraine is so different from any other woman on the planet short of Athaliah. She is able to hold my interest and captivate me with a voice of femininity, a musical articulation of the spoken word that carries her temperament, sexuality and mood in its modulation. A most fascinating woman to converse with. I found myself thinking of Laraine, at least daily. A sort of fascination with her that I’ve never experienced with any other woman on the planet. It makes me question how I feel about her. It makes me question myself and my feelings for Laraine. It makes me believe that there is more to our friendship than I have ever experienced with any other woman in my lifetime. So what to do with these feelings? I cannot throw them out when Athaliah returns. I don’t want to either. It’s my belief that with each person we meet in our life we carry their “markers” with us. It’s a sort of entity marker of that person’s life force. The sensitive’s in our lives can see these markers. Athaliah can see them easily.

        The next morning after Athaliah’s last home coming she asked lying next to me in bed, “Who is Laraine, my love?”   This shocked me although I should be used to her uncanny ability to see these sorts of events in life. I looked into her large blue pools of eyes that had a strange tilt of uneasiness to them. “Laraine is a friend that I went to school with but didn’t know until she read some of my poetry.” “You have feelings for this woman David.” Was Ath’s reply. “Yes, I do, she is a friend that’s different, but she’s a friend and she’s not trying to compete with you either.” “I have feelings for all of my friends Ath you know that.”Yes my man I know you do, that’s why I love you.” I could see a smile forming at the corners of those marvelous thin lips and the twinkle was back in those blue eyes of hers. This is the best way to view Athaliah. It’s when she’s most in tune with life. She becomes playful and rolls on top of me and the cascade of obsidian hair that smells of ancient perfumes and of times that cling to her like pheromones of antiquity cascade down into my face. She has no morning breath like I do and she breaths her essence into me with a light kiss that makes me want to reciprocate for the rest of my life. This makes me laugh and her as well.  Then she says “I would like to meet this Laraine, can I do this David?”  Taking me totally by surprise I agree. I am more concerned for Laraine because of Athaliah’s countenance. “Have you told Laraine about me?”, Athaliah questions. She already knows I have but this is the woman in her. “Yes I have and she also told me she wants to meet you as well.” “Indeed?” Well I think I like this woman already.” Ath surprises me just about daily and this morning is no different. So now I get to arrange a meeting with the two women who are my milestones of life.

Living With Athaliah In The Twenty First Century.


I know all of you that have been following The Chronicles of Athaliah, are probably thinking I’m round the bend huh?  But then all of you who really know me, know that isn’t so, it’s just Dave being Dave.

I was lying in bed this morning near 3:00 again (what is with this time signature and me?)  Anyway I was thinking what it would be like to have a woman like this in this century. I got some real interesting ideas so I’ll share them with you.

1. She’s never seen anything like the miracles of the 21st century so it’s a cultural shock for her too even though she’s a sorceress.  Things like cars, TV, airplanes modern music, must seem like miracles to her too. Ok bear with me a little bit here and we’ll have some fun taking her into Fred Meyers.

We pull up at the Sandy Fred Meyers. “What is this place David?” she inquires of me with her bewitching smile and those gorgeous flashing blue eyes. ” Well it’s called Fred Meyers, and it’s a kind of supermarket.”  “What is a supermarket?” “My servants used to go to a market is it anything like that?”

“Well sort of, only on a grand scale Athaliah.”  “Well my man show me then!” She says with this mischievous smile and a toss of her head. She exits the car and so do I. I am continually amazed at this woman’s stature. She’s 6’6″ tall which puts her 4″ taller than I am flat footed! She looks down at me constantly! LOL!   I bought her a pair of 4″ heels the other day and she looked at me like I was nuts. After she had them on for awhile and found out how to stand up in them, put the top of her pretty head at almost 7′! WOW!  To say she looked good was an understatement. She wouldn’t keep them on her feet and told me, ” Why would thou ask me to wear such  things on my feet David?”  I told her that it made her feet look pretty and sexy. She asked me if I thought her feet were pretty without them and I told her they were.  Anyway on with the story. We get into Freddy’s. Now she’s wearing a pair of designer jeans those Cruel things I think they’re called. I had to special order them for her because no one thought women were 6’6″ tall. She looks like she was poured into them. She has on a dark blue hoody with the hood pulled back and her lovely onyx black waterfall of hair spilling down her back. Just walking thru the parking lot with her is an experience, she attracts so much attention, it’s like walking around with a statue of some female fetale on your arm.  Women look at her like she’s from Mars or something.

We get into the store and I grab a shopping cart. She looks at the cart with her tilting gaze and I can see the wheels going around in that pretty head of hers. She smiles and looks at me. When she does this it’s almost unnerving because for the first instance her gaze is so intense because she’s looking right into you, but then it dissolves into warmth and love in a matter of a second or so. I’m getting used to it but it really throws a lot of folks that she meets for a real loop!  Most of the time if she doesn’t know the person the intensity remains because she doesn’t surrender her inner feelings to just anyone. I’ve seen grown men start figiting while she was analyzing them. What they don’t know is that she’s reading their minds just a little. She can do that so  it’s just part of her. She reads only enough to find out what their real intention is. I think it’s a protective mechanism for me. It tickles me that she does this, I love her for it.

Anyway we’re in the store and walking down the aisle. We get to the end of it and there’s this affected yuppie type standing there with his girl/wife/whatever and a couple of his fans. You’ve all seen the type, they always talk loud enough that everyone can hear what they’re saying from 50′ away. Who gives a shit what you have to say?  He’s doing this and Ath hears him when we’re at the beginning of the aisle. I have to almost skip to keep up with her she has such long legs and her strides are equal to about 1 1/4 of mine! Yeah it’s funny to watch. When we get near these people all the talking stops instantly. I wish you could see the expression on this guy’s face when he gets a look at Athaliah. His face is a reflection of many things all at once.  First is total surprise, then of a sort of fearful concern. Ath is rather broad-shouldered for a woman and she’s as solid as a piece of Egyptian Quartzite. She looks at him and there’s no mirth on her face, just this intense probing glare. She is reading him and he’s wondering where she came from, what it is he’s looking at. She stops mid stride and I almost run into her. The yuppie is still not talking but I can see the gears start to go around in his head. His friends are waiting for a comment from him about this awkward situation we’ve walked into.  “Well you long legged fox where did you come into my dream from?” he says with a predetermined smirk on his face. He’s got it all figured out that all he has to do is hit Athaliah with some of his 21st century lines and she’ll relax her countenance of him. Wrong wrong wrong. Dude what are you thinking?  Her eyes are turning from blue to deep purple, they do that when she’s mad, I only witnessed it once when a census taker questioned her at the door the other day. He left with no further questions.

Well I’m seeing some sparkles forming around the sides of her eyes near those cute little crow’s feet she has, and I’m thinking here goes her lightning bolt charge up process! The sparklies are actually small plasma discharges that form near the corners of her eyes when she’s getting upset. I told her this the other day and she laughed at me, then I got a kiss from her too. LOL!  The guy is looking right at her and he’s only about 5’9″ tall she’s towering over him and her face is now dark even with the store lightening what it is, all that’s visible is her glowing purple eyes and the sparks dancing around in her eyes. Wow, would scare me too. He’s not laughing now, neither are any of his friends. His knees are now shaking and he cant’ stand up. He sorta slumps to the ground and his right hand is holding on to the corner of the cooler in the aisle he was standing in.   Athaliah isn’t used to putting up with crap like this. She didn’t have to, she was, is, a queen and not used to putting up with any form of disrespect. I told her this might happen and she asked me “Why?”  How do you explain something like this to a woman born thousands of years ago? 

I grab her lovely long hand and she squeezes my hand and I can feel the warmth returning into it. She turns her gaze towards me and for just a split second I can feel what she was projecting into Mr. Loudmouth’s mind, and it’s really scary! This cold hard questioning probe full of indignance, fury, a searching scan of his total conscienousness. No wonder he fell down! LOL!. She softens immeadiately and says ” Oh David I’m sorry did I frighten you?”  I smile and laugh a little and tell her, “yes you did, but that’s ok I understand, let’s go somewhere else. ”  Those sapphire eyes are back laughing and sparkling full of mischief, and she turns on that smile of hers that hits me dead center.

We go over to the produce isles and she’s amazed at all the different types of veggies and fruits that are all here in and out of season.  “How is this possible my love?” she inquires of me with a child -like innocense in her fabulous eyes. “We have lots of farms that grow this stuff all over the nation my dear woman.”  The guy that’s spraying down the lettuce is soaking his shoes down because he’s transfixed with Athaliah’s presence in the produce section.  He’s so taken with her he doesn’t even notice how wet his shoes are. LOL!  This happens all the time with her.

We get over to the check out stand with the groceries and I let Ath go thru the check stand first. The checker is Marilyn the blonde gal at Freddies ( that’s not her real name but she is a checker there and really nice).  She gets a load of Athaliah and Ath turns her gaze right on her and I’m squeezing her hand and she softens immeadiatley. Ath is reading her mind and mine and she’s telling me that she likes this woman because she’s nice to me. That’s funny isn’t it?  Poor Marilyn is a little scared but Ath makes her feel better right away and they start talking to each other. Right away Marilyn askes Ath about what she uses on her skin and Ath tells her nothing but soap and water. I can see the puzzlement on Marilyn’s face, then it turns to wonderment. Women!   Funny deal here.  Athaliah likes Marilyn and now my queen is a woman in the check out line talking girl talk instead of scaring some yuppie loud mouth into wetting his pants. What a switch!   We go out of Freddies and into the car. Typical day of shopping with the Queen of Judah. Such a deal.

I saw Marilyn by myself at Freddies the other day and the first words out of her mouth were. “Who was that lovely creature you were with the other day?”  I told her that it was the Queen of Judah. “Yeah sure Dave.” was her reply. If she only knew!

 

Dave