More news on Makara's Mission

April 19, 2017

More news on the progress of Makara’s Mission, although the book is firmly within the grip of Mercury’s retrograde motion, the alterations are being done and those who have books with fairies instead of firies driving fire trucks (see page 81) will be pleased to know they own a copy of Makara’s Mission which is a limited edition.

 

That is not to say the nature kingdom hasn’t been well represented in the book, as Petula, John’s wife, is a firm believer in the hidden mysteries of the mineral and angelic kingdoms.

 

Following is an extract from Makara’s Mission where Petula and John make contact with her fairy friends.

 

“John I tell you, they spoke to me.”

“I believe you. If there is anyone on this planet a fairy would speak to, it would be you. You are my life. I adore you and your nature spirits. You are my secret treasure.” He did not attempt to go indoors, preferring to calm her first.

“I’m getting cold. Can we go inside?”

“Soon.”

“Do you want to talk to my fairy friends?”

“Are they still here?” He peered under the bushes.

“They can’t be seen, they talk inside your head.”

“Oh.”

“Darling, please try. They are still here. Trust, be still, and try to feel their presence.”

He wasn’t going to upset her by arguing, so he gently kissed the single tear that spilled onto her cheek.

There amid the flowers, the cool air, and the night sky, he had to admit the air felt charged with a stillness he’d not experienced before. He gave an involuntary shiver.

“Can you feel it?” She whispered, afraid to speak for fear of breaking the spell.

“Yes.” He wasn’t at all sure what ‘it’ was, but he could feel an air of anticipation permeate around them. He wanted to run, but a voice in his head said, “Let go. You have so much love to share. Don’t hold it in.”

To his utter astonishment and dismay, he started to cry. Not as a man but as a little boy; he sobbed as if his heart were breaking.

 

Never in all their years together had Petula seen him like this. Not knowing what else to do, she held him closer. After the fervour passed, he told of the feelings he’d suppressed since his mother left and why he wanted to be strong like Marc.

Petula held him not as a wife but as a mother would soothe a hurt child. She didn’t know why the nature spirits had helped release the past hurts, but she conceded she it must be good for him.

 

She already knew a lot of what he spoke of, but not how deeply he’d been affected. He talked of his love for his father and how he came a miserable second to Marc, who had done something worthwhile with his life. He was a dropout failure in comparison.  

 

The image Tree Fern Deva was painted for Geoffrey Hodson’s book ‘Clairvoyant Investigations’, published  by the Theosophical Publishing House in 1984.

 

 

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