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.