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Ineffable doesn't begin to cover it

But Inscaping the inescapable might

By Jan PortugalPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 10 min read
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Ineffable doesn't begin to cover it
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CHAPTER SIX

Sitting on Jessie’s patio, the aroma of barbecued steak permeated the air with smokey nostalgia. It simultaneously spelled the last days of summer and the start of a new project. “It’s already Mid-October. What a fabulous summer don’t you agree?” Jayne sighed. Brimming with joy.

Jess turned the steaks over. “I could have done without the skydiving part.”

“Oh come on, that was the most exciting thing we’ve ever done! Well maybe except for that time in Greece when the motor conked out on our rental boat. That was the scariest six hours of my life until those Greek fishermen appeared from nowhere and rescued us helplessly drifting in the middle of the sea.”

Jessie recalled, “yes, and then treated us to dinner? They were charming. I love older Greek men. I honestly thought we were going to die. It was such a surprise they showed up outta nowhere, you might think the stars guided them to us.”

“Now that I've met Jerome I'm beginning to think it's a distinct possibility. So, Jess, they liked my pitch, at least Ted Powell….”

“Ted Powell, Head of Production? That's a big deal.” Jess interrupted.

“Yes well, we’ve worked together over the years, we’re friends. He was there as a favor. Anyway, he said it needs a romantic relationship woven in to make it more plausible.”

“Romance? We haven’t had that discussion. Who do you have in mind?”

“Jerome of course. It is fiction and he makes the most sense.” Jayne held her plate up to receive the steak hot off the grill. She put several spears of asparagus and a baked potato next to it.

“How do you think he’ll feel about it?” Said Jess “He doesn’t strike me as love interest material.” Sitting down and using her napkin she cracked the top off a bottle of Dos Equis then draped the napkin across her lap.

“I don’t know about that, I certainly get all tingly when we’re together.”

“Well of course you do - it’s your dream silly.”

Jayne scooped a glob of sour cream on her potato. “Since meeting Jerome everything feels different and fresh. He told me he had a strong feeling we’ve finally entered into a new era! Things are happening and it's time. He's sure the energy frequency on the planet carries new information, it speaks to us of fullness, clarity and exquisite beauty. The old times of emptiness and scarcity, void of Love and Radiance, are over! Jess, Divine paradigms are arriving, heralding a new world and new humanity, to become the resurrected ONE.“

Jess sliced into a perfectly pink piece of steak and began chewing its tender juicy goodness. ”Mmmm,” groaning through her words. ”So...Resurrected One? Does that mean what it implies?”

Jayne smiled at Jessie’s animal persona. “ Jerome is a positive influence and the perfect romantic interest, besides he’s the only man in my life so it must be him.”

“Do you think he might have something to say about that?” Jess queried

“It’s just a story for a movie, I could change his name to Ralph.”

Jessie burst out laughing “Anything but Joe.”

They cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. “It’s nine o’clock already, I've gotta get home. Give some thought to a romantic encounter, I'm out of ideas; It has to be something special.” It has to be a relationship that’s timeless and has purpose.”

“I'm gonna see just how connected Jerome and I really are...I'm going to try to go to him tonight in a dream, that should be a different twist. Thanks for dinner, it was delish.”

****

Jaynes' dream.

*****

Dressed in a flowing blue silk gown, she appeared in the garden to be a carved-out slice of the moon’s incandescent light. Barefoot and luminous she strolled along the moonlit path, the heady fragrance of ripened fruit hung heavily in the autumn air. In her mind a dream of Scheherazade was about to unfold.

Jayne strolled into the empty ashram, the cool tile caressing her bare feet, She felt like Eve right out of the garden, pure, and innocent. She heard a clatter in the kitchen, and followed the sound. There stood Jerome at the stove stirring a pot of soup. Weakness engulfed her. So much ineffable magnificence she was lost in it. Some anonymous force was drawing her into his orbit. All hesitation fell away - forgotten - out of mind. She surrendered to it.

Her heart pounding and feeling pleasantly astonished, she glided closer to him and in a hushed soft tone murmured “Hello” Jerome turned, surprised by her presence. “Hello!” Glancing at her sideways he was obviously taken aback. After a long thoughtful pause. He said “It’s Jayne right?”

This surprised her after the intimate encounters they'd had in her dreams “that he would be so formal when it was on his turf.”

“Do you live here alone?” She asked, trying to sound casual like she just dropped by for a visit. He removed the soup from the stove and poured it into a waiting bowl on the granite-topped island. Jayne sat down on an upholstered bar stool opposite him. “The staff went into town to see a movie so yes, I guess I’m here alone. It's nice to see you, Jayne. Let me get you a bowl of this lentil soup!”

“Thank you, I already had dinner at Jessie's which is why I'm here. Jessie and I have written a screenplay about how you've changed my life. And it looks like Paramount Pictures may be interested in turning it into a film. Do you recall the dreams you've been guiding me through?”

“A movie about me?” He returned the pot to the stove, and brought over a freshly baked baguette. “Can I get you something to drink? We have some fresh pressed apple cider.”

“Thank you, I would love some.” She got a sudden chill and shivered. She was starting to feel a little foolish. This dream was not working out the way she’d imagined. Jerome took a sweater off a wall hook and tenderly draped it around her shoulders. Jayne’s legs started quivering, she welcomed that comfortable warmth his presence aroused in her so voraciously. All-consumed she just wanted to disappear into his arms forever.

“You are aware of coming into my dreams and explaining the cosmic ocean and walking on the beach, the crystal boat? The fish??” he paused, staring into her eyes quizzically. Jayne was feeling embarrassed and started to stammer her apologies, when unexpectedly, Jerome put his hands on her shoulders, looked right into her soul and said “Yes, of course I do. Those were special moments. Are you still able to feel the swells of motion inside you?”

Jayne fell into his arms not wanting him to see her tears of confusion and relief. She liked this playful side of him and thought there must be so much to this man. The feelings were surging intensely. He had the knack of reaching into her heart and pulling out God's own light, exposing it in full view. Her stomach was fluttering, her heart was pounding and she was overcome with sexual desire that had now taken control of her. Then Jayne held him at arms’ length.

“Wait, we're dreaming right?” asked Jayne. He smiled at her shock and slipped onto his stool to eat his soup. “What’s the difference? Dreaming, awake? You're experiencing the cross-over between worlds. Soon you’ll be the creator of every part of your own world. You're doing it now. This dream is your creation is it not? How real it is - that’s what you have to analyze.” He broke off a chunk of bread and dipped it into the hot soup.

“This is what Humanity United feels like.” He continued. “The resurrected ONE. Source is not an abstract idea that can be imagined with the mind or something to be believed in. It is a spirit force. Source is reality itself and can be tangibly FELT and experienced in the body.”

He picked up the soup bowl by it's handles and drank. It smelled wonderful. He continued with his message.

“Believing the brain is the ultra communication of human existence, is a mistaken concept, the brain is a servant to navigate us through life. It‘s merely a tool to function - it cannot explain, nor can it comprehend divine reality.”

Jayne took a sip from the glass he had given her, her eyes grew wide at the burst of flavor from the cider he poured. “Wow, that's amazing.” Looking at him she realized he was always in lecture mode and urged him to go on.

“You may ask, what then is the way to the truth?” Jerome continued. Deep inside Jayne was giggling to herself thinking, ‘he's so adorable.’ “The heart is the doorway to Truth and Absolute Divinity. The heart bears all the great secrets of our Being-ness and is the starting point from which we can enter the multitude of Mysteries that exist.”

Jayne drank the last of her cider. “That was delicious, thank you.” Jerome finished his soup and took the bowl to the sink just as Jayne was rinsing her empty glass. Their shoulders touched, arms pressed tight together exchanging electric heat, Jayne gasped. Their eyes locked and she wanted desperately to feel his mouth on hers, his arms pulling her closer. He had an uncanny way of melting into her until they felt like one flame. But ironically his radiance was slightly off-putting, ‘I don't think I know how to love him’ she thought. It felt more like worship than wanton lust. Sexual intimacy seemed so puerile. He was on an entirely different level and still the vibrating desire for him was flooding her entire body. Yet he was seemingly so untouchable.

She tried her best to explain this visit. She told him about the movie idea and how important it was to get this message out to a world full of damaged souls. He agreed. “How can I help, do you need me to proofread?” His response was sincere.

“Why don't I send over the first draft tomorrow so you can see the direction I'm going in.”

“Why don't we go get it now!”

‘“Now as in right now?”

“This is your dream you control every aspect so yes, right now. Let’s go.”

He put on a leather trimmed fleece vest. took her arms and wrapped them around his waist as if going for a casual motorbike ride. “ We can take my Honda. Here put on these moccasins and wrap yourself up in this,” He held a knee-length trench coat for her to slip into and tied the belt around her tiny waist. She felt ten years old again “I'll take you home and pick up the script, so I can see how accurate you are.”

“Oh you're such a rascal. You're driving me home on your motorcycle?”

“Yes, put on this helmet and hop up. He mounted the bike. Then, with such command he pulled her close to him. Put your arms around me tight. She almost had an orgasm.

“I should tell you, after I made my pitch today, the Studio VP told me it needed a romantic interest, that's what I'm doing here. I wanted to get your advice and permission.”

He started up the Honda and gently pulled out onto the street. “Who do you have in mind to play me?”

Jayne buried her smiling face deep in his fleece quilted vest and was convinced she had officially been allowed to enter heaven.

Inspired by Ute Possega-Rudel

If you are curious as to how this story evolves here is where the adventure begins and continues it journey.

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Seven, Eight

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About the Creator

Jan Portugal

I love the adventure writing takes me on. I enjoy the idea of sharing them with an audience. I hope you enjoy my visions too.

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