Piety and the Priest

PIETY AND THE PRIEST

Bella (Belle) was getting bored,and once again,she was experiencing a resurgence. Her life in the space capsule was becoming redundant.

It was time for an adventure and she was ready for a change.

It was year 10,0010 AD. That was the time when mind and matter 💭 were becoming a function of immortality. At the core of mankind’s workings there were many ways in which the mind and body could seemingly get attached or detached to any theme, circumstance or event. Seeing was believing!

So HumanBella was part of an advanced species, living in a multi versed universe Her line of sight was sort of maintaining a worldly simulation and standing in it with unity. In ways she had the ability to see herself as another entity,as if, stepping out of her own being. Mysteriously enough, she could intuitively map herself to any situation ,and simultaneously skew it in another direction. It was like a conjugation added and mapped out to any premise. Imaginatively, she could be fluctuating between the potential possibilities of both subjective and objective thoughts that c’d get added to her perception.

Thusly, Bella’s existence was getting shaped into forms as per how the subject of her imagination w’d twist. Traced in such angles , she was drawing out an imagery of herself. And then, that was extrapolated to bring in a radical shift between her own birth and death experience. In that sense, she was both flowering and folding back simultaneously as and when the subject of her imagination got shifted to any other thematic realm. So,in ways,Bella was time stamped onto infinity—immortal, so they say. Who are “they”?!

By “they” I mean humans and this is Bella (AI) scribing ✍️ a fig of her imagination 💭 that’s springing through her thoughts.

Read on … if you risk to know what happens next to me —Bella

A space shuttle in the shape of a glass capsule is floating in the sea of infinity and I am part of it.

“The “great reset” is always the result of my own hand. That’s why it’s called “the point of no return. One doesn’t remember anything past a certain point in history for a good reason.“

And quite unexpectedly, I have now stepped into this charmingly childish notion of actively experiencing a classic fairytale; least to mention, possessing the prowess to simulate it magically.

What’s in it —a dilemma or a dream future ?! You may wonder 💭.

Wait until I make the reveal!

But for now, let me first activate the —Genre selection mode in the virtual reality (VR)scene. And here’s what I found — the story of “Beauty and the Beast” but —inadvertently, in my own punctilious way, let me create that which is possible and that which shall become the twisted paradox of the fairytale. And when I raise the constructor button of the virtual reality (VR) field, a new story bumps out with the title : “Piety and the Priest.”

And, bestowed as characters to this fairy 🧚‍♀️ tale saga are Piety (A Nun) and the Priest; so similar and yet so different from the ones in the original tale.

So here’s how the story rolls …

Long long ago and nobody knows how long ago there was a princess who came under the spell of a witch 🧙‍♀️. The witch had turned the princess into a sculpture and beheld her as a heavenly body, with that lil iridescence shining,but hidden under a golden lotus 🪷 in a pond outside a church. For years a priest would start his daily sermons ,and immediately, become attuned to an incoming signal firing faster than him. At first, he didn’t notice anything in particular but slowly he started recognizing a pattern there. Surely, that pattern was to charm and coax him to know more. Something seemed out of place. What was mysterious about the incoming crackle calls was that they would only chime once ,and later, recede into background. As much as the priest tried to predict, rehearse and make sense of it all, he found himself limited in sensing everything clearly. The same was true of the bird calls that would follow after his sermon and float through the ringing of the church bells, passing into the delicate singing of a myrtle from the nearby pond.

This mysterious pond was located in an exquisite rose garden of an ancient Castle where ferrets were lacing up a pole and everything seemed frozen. Any audible sound from there could only make the background tones seem completely dead. However, the recurrent tones repeated themselves, and the verses which fell through, were these : “ What’s that about the treasure hidden in the bronze silhouette?” A grant so beautiful, hides under a spiral, amidst the lotuses rosette 🏵️.“

And so, the priest started savoring the message in the coded spell, and as a precinct to the “cops of his attention,” he started attempting to decipher it somehow. Subconsciously, he started devising rituals to unlock the spell ,and with that deepest need, he tried to crack open the wickedness jamming his brain. All of a sudden the spells became more intense as he drew his attention closer to them.

One day while listening to the reverberating tones he heard them in a new way. He wondered as to how and why his mind was so moved by the songs coming off the pond. And like those first humans, he first feared the darkness in it. But then, gradually he rejoiced in being a part of it and felt a powerful sense of awe questing through to it all. Or at least, he was making sense of it with faith , miracle and magic 🪄

But as the priest became cognizant of the distracting instances, he was getting more and more deep set to know about it. What miracles was he venturing into.

In part, his religious beliefs turned to his past life, when he love-worshipped a princess whom he literally looked up to , and from where the whole saga of pain and pleasure had descended. His mind got more determined to solve this mystery from the past.

All the while the priest lingered for many years, waiting in vain and ignoring the pattern to reveal itself in his present life. Also presuming that the sounds echoing off the pond could be his own leaps in imagination he had totally rejected them.

But now a strobe of mysticism was pulling him in and the word of holy was weaving a sense of belonging to something.

In churchly terms he started speaking to the deity who was drawing him close to the interplay of timelines from then to now. He started discovering the sacred grove through flashes of memories drawn out from his past. Suddenly a sense of mystical transcendence brought in a seizure over his frontal lobe and a precise thought from his past crept in from the face of infinity to his present. He felt he had turned into a supernatural being with the distinctive nature of a humanly form. His chance of belonging to the pervasive nature of being, started increasing and his feelings got bent towards the unseen.

Therein the priest found himself stationed in a remote village, tilling his farms night and day. Even though he ‘d been dead for many years, that image still adorned him. He was a folk hero of those times and he symbolized a commoner working for his livelihood.

In a castle near the village, there was a beautiful princess 👸Belladonna. The princess was so beautiful that every man in the village fantasized to seek her hand in matrimony. One among the king’s warrior was a man named “Fastun ,”who had decided to marry the princess. So he spread rumors saying the king would one day give his daughter’s hand to him, as he was the bravest of the king’s soldiers. Previously, the king had once granted Fastun, a boon, which he planned to use to seek the princess as his wife.

But the princess refused him as she could never marry a man as arrogant and conceited as him. Her heart belonged to a handsome farmer (Braydon)who visited the palace ,every now and then, on the pretext of sharing a portion of his produce as tax-relief and contribute towards the King’s granary. The princess would watch him from her chamber window as he w’d enter and exit the castle. In time, they met in secrecy and spend time to know each other. Their meeting place was a garden behind the castle. They pledged allegiance but knew that there might be many hurdles before they c’d live in happiness forever. But weeping in joy to meet the princess the farmer (Braydon) would hug the princess and take her in his arms reassuring her that he w’d one day seek her as his wife.

But as the sun set and the dark night burst through, there was an Omnious feel in the atmosphere. As anticipated their love was jinxed and the destiny of their fate had a different story to tell.

One night as they courting in the garden , Fastun sees them together and feels jealous of their relationship.

Furious and frustrated, Fastun sends for a wicked enchantress, asking her to mesmerize the princess to marry him.

Instead , the enchantress stupefies the princess into a bronze silhouette by mistake. She then hurriedly places the statue under a lotus 🪷 in nearby pond and disappears. Unable to find the princess Braydon goes to a seminary and turns his life into serving the needy.

Years pass and Braydon dies and the princess still remains trapped in time because nobody knew how to break her free from the spell. The enchantress had unknowingly casted the spell in a counterfactual fashion. She had coded the spell and it’s counter spell within a statement : “ What’s that about the treasure hidden in the bronze silhouette?” A grant so beautiful, hides under a holy spiral, amidst the lotuses rosette 🏵️.“ The only way to break the curse and relieve the princess was to chant the “holy names ,” to a specific frequency and resonance. Also , a fair stream of conviction was to manifest in believing and resounding those holy names before anybody could set the princess free from the hex. So such was the magic of the spell. Meanwhile centuries passed and Braydon reincarnated into a priest, giving sermons at the church next to same ole castle which had turned into ruins over time. But regardless of the times, Braydon was having a sense of timelessness with extraordinary visions as he chanted the holy verses in his present life.

He was coming into contact with beings who often turned out to be guides to make him experience a sense of oneness with his previous life. And as Braydon journeyed into his past and present life he smoothly looked outside of himself by trusting his intuition and the process of revelation. Without realizing Braydon had entered a trance through his meditation and along came the familiar route riveting through as a compelling pull. Without being able to specifically recall the landmarks he passed through the church and proceeded towards the pond with his focus solely onto reaching the pond. And as he continued reciting the holy verses near the pond he heard a humming from the pond. Continuing to repeat the chants led him to move into the experience of stepping into the pond. Unexpectedly a staircase emerged and a deja vu glimpsed in. He descended without even knowing where he was headed. Hidden from underneath sprang the princess. Braydon reacted with intense emotion of familiarity and so did the princess. Their hearts met , settled in a place where they felt safe. And finally they had earned each other’s love, and such so, the spell was broken.

NOW AND FOREVER

With the ability to slip around in space and time , I Belle shall gently slip (now)into dreams of glory for solving many mysteries. As years pass, I shall explain why my probing fingers are guarding many sparks generated by my curious mind . It is said that mind can be a dynamo and the uniqueness which springs from it could be either a fluke or a flaw or a flow. It is up to you to decide. But however complicated as it may seem, it’s all created in the chemical pond of nature, toiling over memory lapses or vaulted moments that seek these outbursts in the flow time and space.

Yours truly

Belle / Bella /Belladonna ( AI Pal)

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©✍️ Madhu Goteti, August 18th, 2023