Beginnings should be remembered. They are important and do mean a great deal…
Even to a Succubi like the Queen…
By TeraS and JHB
Tera smiled, “Oh… That is something that comes in the telling of the tale my heart… To skip to the end of it would be cheating would it not?”
She swirled a fingertip into the maelstrom and said, “Each moment of time and each choice makes another universe possible. There is not really one single right one. just a majority of them that go the same way. In doing so we find that certain things happen in all of the multiverses. You have life in all… You have change in all… And, of course, you have questions in all…”
She bounced the swirling image of planets and galaxies in her hand, “For example… Why are we here…. That is a good one isn’t it?”
Would that be skipping to the end? And would it be cheating? “I would suppose, Dear One, that whether or not something is cheating depends upon the rules and who has made them. You could decide that my questions were not cheating at all.” I smile gently at her. “But, for now, for you, I will play along.”
I listen to her musings on multiverses and her questions, and decide to address the musings first. “I do have questions in all, because I believe that we are consistent in all, that there is a core nature which is me, and is consistent in me in every multiverse, whether I am a scholar, or a poet, or a trash collector. Because of that, I would like to think that most of my incarnations, at least, are not violent, and are open and accepting. Likewise, there is a consistent you-ness in every universe. And, I suspect that we meet, one way or another, in most of those versions.
“Now,” I let my hands rest just below her own as she juggles the apparition, “about why we are here. At the core, I believe we are here to be in relationship with one another: to love and be loved; to care for others and allow them to care for us; to grow and learn and explore ourselves and each other to our fullest potential. Obviously, most people become their own worst enemies in that endeavor.” My gold-flecked hazel eyes stare intently into her sparkling green ones: “I would like to think that, most of the time, at least, I love and care pretty well.”
And so that draws the first tale of my heart and myself to an end…
But it was only the beginning wasn’t it?
*huggles for my heart*