The Alpha and Omega-The Circle of Infinity - PT IV - Edit Jan 16, 2019 17:59:49 GMT 1
Post by Anne Terri on Jan 16, 2019 17:59:49 GMT 1
"June 27, 2016-September 3, 2020
GOD'S LIVING BIBLE - THE THIRD TESTAMENT - GOD'S NEW REVELATIONS ©
THE ALPHA AND OMEGA-THE CIRCLE OF INFINITY -
(BY GOD Speaking To Anne Terri Through The Holy Spirit)
In a Desert Far Away
Rima followed many like herself who were the cows and bulls belonging to her wealthy master. The camel felt privileged to carry the Sheikha's first wife Asil, for the woman was gentle, delicate and light. Like the many wives of the Sheikha, the camels were also copious.
The sand of the Sinai desert burned hot in the noon sun, but soon they would arrive to the oasis to set up camp. They hoped to reach the Sharm el-Sheikh resort the next day. After all, they were modern and Sheikha Shamal had heard of the Uni- Chocolate. He had read there was a new place near the resort where you could taste this delicacy, and this promised also many magical delights for the entourage. Sheikha Shamal held in his hand the invitation which they had sent by courier, then tucked it away in the sack he had attached to the saddle.
♦♦♦Asil-deep in thought- followed silently behind him. Life with Shamal had been nothing but filled with wonders, for it was not only about riches he bestowed upon her, but the love she felt for him in her heart. The other wives were distant from her and often jealous. She didn't want more but to feel freedom from the oppression of a harem like life; to be the one he cared for only. She touched Rima her camel, who had been one of the first presents she had received, and had now become the only companion she trusted besides Shamal.
'If only we could go together, to the Infinity Club, without all the others,' she thought. Rima seemed to read her mind, for she sped up and took her place next to Sheikha Shamal's bull camel, Borak. As with Asil, she too was thinking of her mate.
Shamal smiled, and asked. 'Are you feeling well? We will stop soon, to get out of this sun.' Shading his eyes, he handed Asil the water bladder, and she took it from him. Hers was nearly empty. She had not told him yet, but she was pregnant and travel now took her strength. She was parched. 'Only a mile more to go, and then we can rest.' he added.
Asil felt the prickle of a breeze against her neck and shivered. Rima's ears sensed something in the distance and raising her head, she looked to the sky.
Shamal focused on the water situation and knowing that the water was not far, pushed on towards the the Oasis, thinking to lead the entourage behind them at a quicker pace.
Suddenly, Asil felt faint and stopped a moment to catch her breath. She had been thinking they should have taken time to check with the weather forecast before they began their journey, but in Shamal's excited state he did not want to waste any time in getting to the resort. They traveled in the ways of their ancestors and had little with them on the journey, with the exception of a few cell phones which could not receive a signal from where they were. The National Center had posted an alert, but for the Sheikha's party of travelers there was no knowledge of it.
A sand storm was traveling at a rapid pace approaching them from behind. Asil heard the screams of those riding behind her and when she turned her camel to face them, she saw the massive cloud of sand rising high in the distance. She called out to Shamal, but he could not hear her with the noise of the the storm masking her voice. In his rapid pace, he had already begun to cross over the desert sand mound - just before the oasis - and was out of sight.
Asil was thankful they had packed the scarfs necessary for protection from such storms. Everyone swiftly covered themselves and gathered in a closed group, with the camel's noses pointed away from the direction of the approaching storm. Most of them wore sun glasses and had wrapped their heads and faces. There was nothing more to do but wait it out. The sandy grit pounded them at high speed. This was not the time to speak, but to Pray.
Borak halted his progression and turned to face the sound of screams, but then gave it no more thought. Being a camel, he quickly lost interest.
Sheikha Shamal's surprise quickly turned to horror in seeing the dust laden cloud coming over the sand hill. Unfortunately he was not at the peak, having entered into the valley on the other side. There was little time for him to react, yet he was able to dismount. He held tightly to Borak; his face buried in his side. The height of the thick, sand laden cloud blinded their view. Shamal's thoughts turned to Asil. 'Allah may she be with the others,' he said to himself. He could only guess what was happening to her and his tribe, being unable hear them over the roar of the wind hitting them at 95 kilometers per hour..
Waiting for the storm to pass, he made effort to slow his breathing and anxiety. The sandstorm overpowered them. He had knelt down next to Borak who had taken a position of protection, by tucking his long legs under him, but Shamal could no longer move his own legs which were almost buried up to his waist. Borak grunted in confusion, trying to escape the bonds holding them both in place.
'Patience,' he thought. Shamal knew it would eventually pass, but how much longer would it last? Then the sound lessened. The air began to clear showing the sun as if masked in a thick fog. Reaching out, Shamal began to spread the sand from his sides and Borak waited to be freed from his companion. He climbed atop the camel to straddle him, and gave Borak the command to stand. Shaking himself, Borak slowly regained his footing allowing Shamal to pull on the rein like ropes to guide them back from where they had come. Reaching the top of the hill he saw little in the distance, except for slight movements and ghost like figures making effort to regain their composure. .
He sought Asil, but could not see her with the others. As he got closer, Shamil saw Hala, his brother's wife, and asked if she had seen Asil?
'No, not since the storm,' she said. 'I must find her, we got separated.'
Shamil shouted. He did not wait for Hala's reply, but continued to ride through the makeshift camp, looking and asking questions of the others. No one had seen Asil. He rode back to where she was last seen -before he crossed over the sand hill- but there was no sign of her or her camel Rima. He began to yell her name, while riding about the camp.
Asil awakened next to Rima, who lie peacefully next to her. She was disoriented and quite confused. The shade of the huge palm tree was comforting, although it did not seem as hot as it should be in the desert. Her eyes did not focus well and her memory also was shaded, Looking up at the welcoming palm leaves gave her comfort. A voice spoke, but she did not see anyone near her.
I must be hearing things, she thought, 'where am I?'
Rima replied to the voice with a low nurring sound, and adjusted her position, unconcerned.
Asil looked about and realized she was alone, at least as far as she could tell. She yelled for Shamal, but only heard rustling of the wind in the palm leaves. Suddenly what appeared to be another palm tree - but a smaller version - walked towards her in the sun. It spoke to her again.
'Do not be alarmed Asil, we brought you here as quickly as possible. The storm held you pinned, and there was no other option.'
'Are you Speaking to me?' She asked. 'I must have hit my head,' she thought while adjusting her scarf so she could breathe freely. 'Where am I?' She repeated.
'Who are you?'
The tree replied, 'I shall answer your first question, and then will tell you my Given name'
Asil shaded her eyes to see the one speaking more clearly. 'Oh my God,' she thought, ' there really is a palm tree speaking to me.'
Then she also heard in her mind, another voice. "You are with child, thus it is very important you listen. You called to Me. Now allow My Spirit Twig to speak to you. He is Wise. I Will Speak to you at a later time."
The Spirit Twig of the desert bowed slightly and then continued. 'Asil I welcome you and Rima to The Infinity Club. You cannot not perceive it yet, for you are in a holding area of acclimation, until you realize what has happened and how you arrived here so quickly. My name is Bashaar, and I bring you glad tidings.'
'Am I dreaming or dead?'
Asil addressed a question to Bashaar. 'Have you seen my husband or our tribe. The last thing I remember is the sand storm.'
The Spirit Twig seemed to bend to her to answer. 'What I can tell you is that everyone is where you left them, and they are looking for you. Primarily, the Invitation was sent to Sheikha Shamal, for we needed to bring you closer to us.'
Asil shook her head in confusion. 'Why not the others?' She asked.
'You will soon see that this is but the first step in a grand journey; one which will have you longing for many answers. When you are ready Asil, you will be told why you are here, and the purpose of your separateness.
'Ready? I'm not certain what you mean.' Once again, She began to feel faint, which was when another tree appeared with arm like limbs, carrying a sparkling tray filled with fresh fruits and a pitcher of water.
Out of nowhere, he seemed to arrive and then -suddenly as if a fog lifted- she began to see a tent arrayed with flags of rainbow colors. Next to this was a small oasis supporting clusters of palm trees, surrounding a silver pond.
Rima knew -instinctively- this was for her, and she left her young mistress to be cared for by the trees. Rima understood what was happening, but she could not share it with Asil. Quenching her thirst, she drank from the pond while Asil was escorted to the tent to rest.
Next Chapter 2-The Tent.