#another world5
Jean had to bow to the initiation rite for conception. He had no idea what it could be. He wondered what could be different. He and Iris well were beings of flesh. How did they have to do in this world, to conceive a children? He thought it must be terribly boring. He remembered Iris's proud attitude when she became to introducce herself to him. Certainly she was funny now, but he doubted the lightness of the initiation.
Iris went to a corner of the house. She wanted to be alone to begin. She had to recover the energy that was hers, before she became a mere "mortal". She drew all her energy from the most distant forces of the universe, somewhere in a place where time and space have no value. Where "nothing" means nothing, and where "everything" is nothing at once. Indefinable! But highly effective for personal energy.
Jean decided to go to her. He wanted, at all costs, to know the most intimate secrets of his companion. Where did she manage to draw her strength? Before he reached the entrance to Iris's room, feeling him coming closer, she said to him:
"Do not approach! Stay away from this room, what will happen, you can not stand it!"
Immediately the door closed between him and his companion.
A low murmur reached his ears. The house began to vibrate again. A glimmer appeared under the doorway. She soon invaded the whole corridor. He had the impression that the walls were disappearing from his view. He was petrified. What was going on in the room?
"Iris, Iris, what's going on? I can not see the door or anything. Please, tell me something, that everything is fine ..."
He fumbled for an exit, a passage that would bring him back to Iris. But nothing. She did not answer him. The fear of the irrational took over. Even all the events he had endured so far were nothing compared to what he was going through right now. Do not lose Iris, was his only thought. Do not be in front of someone other than the one he loved. Tears began to flow to the edge of his eyes. He lowered his head, resigned. He would never know the happiness of an eternal love. She too would change and he would remain with his illusions.
Gradually, the intensity of the light dissipated. The walls and the door reappeared. They were saved, he thought. Certainly she had heard it ... The door opened again as it had closed. Iris was in the center of the room, still wrapped in a strange light.
The few sparks that ran through her body tightened in the middle of her belly. And suddenly they disappeared! Jean run up towards Iris. He did not want to stay without knowing. She still had her eyes on this secret place of the universe she was alone to know. In contact with Jean, she looked away and plunged him into Jean's. She had not changed. It was always the same Iris, with that expression of the deepest love that shone in her eyes. He took her in his arms, squeezing her as hard as he could. She put her head on his shoulder, and whispered a few words to reassure him.
"What did you do? I thought you were lost, carried away once again by this strange light. Do not leave me alone without knowing who you are and what you can do. All that scares me. I'm not used of this kind of phenomena. "
She took his head in her hands and said:
"Fear nothing love jeans. You will never be alone, as long as I am with you. My powers will be limited so that we can live together. But for the purposes of conception, I had to renew a force that does not was more in me for a long time. "
Jean asked himself the question: what had she done, should he do it too? She answered him no. What he had received last time was in him forever. He only needed to concentrate properly on what he wanted, and she would reappear as if by magic. Jean reminded him that he could not use it to restore the house. So, to conceive a being, given the difficulty, he wondered how he could achieve it.
"Do not doubt your abilities. In this world you can do things and others are forbidden to you. Acting on matter with the strength of the spirit, for futile needs, is not a necessity. Act with your arms, your legs, you have the power to transform the place where you are. But in terms of conception, it is your spirit that generates the change. It is the same force that comes from Beyond the worlds, which gives you the power of creation. It is this strength that you will have to find. It is in you forever, only it is dormant and you do not know where to look for it. "
Iris took Jean by the hand and led him to another place in the house. They arrived in front of a room he had not even noticed when he first visited the place. They found themselves in front of a door with strange inscriptions. It was decorated with precious stones that gave it the appearance of a giant kaleidoscope. All around, friezes of a metal resembling gold, drew intertwining flowers.
"This is where you find your gift of conception. I will help you to feel safe, you have nothing to fear but yourself."
She waved her hand and the door disappeared, leaving them free. The room behind it had no window, but a diffuse light filled it completely. When they had crossed the threshold, the light became more intense. In the center appeared eight crystal columns surmounted by a crystal-clear gold dome. The surrounding light varied from blue to golden pink, without ever being fixed on one or the other color. This place had something relaxing for the soul. Despite his reluctance, Jean no longer felt any anxiety. She was with him, and he felt that nothing could happen to him.
"Go to the center of the columns," she said. "Believe in your strength and let yourself go."
She let go of his hand that slid against his. He did not want to be separated. But he had to. Their two complicit glances followed each other, the last silent words before this test. Jean approached the columns. He spread his arms and brushed them with his fingertips to make sure they were real. Yes! It was not a dream. They were there, lying on the ground waiting for they to be in their center. An open prison, a crystal prison, he thought. A prison in which he entered voluntarily, and from which he hoped to emerge in the same state as he would enter. A last look at Iris. A last shy smile, and he placed himself in the center of the columns. When it was in place, the intensity of the clarity soon increased. Once again, everything around him disappeared into the light. But he no longer felt his old enemy, fear. He knew that Iris was there, somewhere near him, that she was waiting for the end of the test. He turned on himself, as if to look for a way out, an image of anything. Nothing. Nothing but this light all around. Just a slight buzz that made him think, that something was happening. He felt his mind drain and fill with images he did not even have time to understand. Shapes and colors no longer had any meaning. The strangest thing was, he let himself go completely. Passive, without scream, without tear, without emotion. Somehow a sweet test. The glare disappeared little by little. Iris began to reappear. The test was ending ...
Jean emerged as free as he had entered his crystal cage. He gave one last glance, his mouth crooked. He did not feel anything. He seemed almost disappointed. hat, the strength of design? But it's nothing next to everything else, he thought.
Iris welcomed him, his arms wide open. She was smiling. He was smiling too. And without saying a word, they left this place for another ...
Now they were ready for the rite of conception to be fulfilled. Jean was waiting for Iris's advice.
"Try to forget everything you still have in mind about the conception of beings ..."
She turned, placed herself, her back against Jean's chest.
"Wrap me with your arms, and think very strongly about the desire for conception."
Jean complied. He did not feel that what she was asking him could do anything. But he trusted. She knew what she was doing. All around was without noise. Jean's hands were resting on Iris's belly. After a moment he felt his fingers warm up. A slight tingling made them vibrate. Iris closed her eyes. She, too, felt the warmth of that force coming out of John to fill it. She tilted her head back. His long golden hair covered Jean's shoulder. She put her hands on Jean's. Immediately, they were covered with a green glow. A small bubble of light formed, concentrating more and more. Trained, she rose in the air, while remaining as close to the belly of Iris. Jean was calm. He had never seen anything like it, but he was serene. Iris still had her eyes closed. When she consented to reopen them, it was to remove Jean's hands which were still on her belly. So she gently stroked the little bubble of green light, as if to tell him she had to stay close to her. The bubble went to Jean ... She turned all around him, stopped a moment clear before his eyes, then returned to her place of origin, where she disappeared for a moment. Iris looked at her belly and felt chills, as she had long since felt it. An intense emotion spread from the center of her chest, and radiated her whole being, until she shared it with Jean. An immense happiness fills them. They had managed to share this feeling of love, and they were still completely filled. Nothing had been lost. Iris turned to Jean, his eyes shining like never before. She kissed him languidly ...
"And now, asked Jean?"
"Now, we'll have to wait for it to grow," she replied.
Jean wondered if it would last as long as in his old world. Iris answered him no. Everything depended on The One Who Knows.
Immediately, the bubble of green light reappeared on the belly of Iris, and slowly she began to strech out.
A few days passed without the bubble being too swollen. She was still resting on Iris's belly, but inside they could distinguish the formation of a little being who was beginning to look like them.
His eyes were already wide open. Jean was amazed by this prodigy. He was the privileged spectator of something he had never seen ... Just imagine. He approached this child, his son, with a new world at the crossroads of universes. From a universe that had different laws, but similar in their foundations. The conception went on in the same direction. Only the act had been different, but how much more intense than what he had known before.
All three lived these moments of tenderness, shared between a father, a mother, and their child. They shared a love being the sum of the three others, without being superior to one of the three.
The child, growing up in his bubble, had not received a name. Could they have called it Love? That name would suit him so well ...
Johanna interrupted Theodore:
"Me too my parents call me love, but my name is Johanna!"
Theodore had a knowing and tender smile at the same time.
"You know Johanna, all children receive a name from their parents, but all are called Love, because they are the fruit of Love."
"Even when I'm doing something stupid," she said.
"Even when you do stupid things, you do not stop being a Love, sweetie, and if your parents scold you, it's, they think, for your good."
Johanna put her thumb in her mouth while twisting her white piece of tissue that she never left. The other children watched her laughing, saying: "Hush ... .. Love ..." Theodore continued his story:
Jean and Iris lived thus, waiting for the moment when the child would separate from his bubble of light.
One morning, while they were both still asleep, they were awakened by a strange chirping. Love was lying between them, freed from his green bubble. The tenderness of the parents' gaze turned towards this newborn of a new era. Everything was to be done. Everything was to be born. Iris knew that The One Who Knows would help them to bring up this child, and that all would then be possible.
During the time that passed, John learned as much as his child. The feelings that brought them together had not changed. Love was intact. They formed one and the same person and nothing could have happened to them.
However Jean felt that this child could not remain alone. Certainly he had parents who loved him, who loved him, but he was the only child in this world. He could not grow alone. So Jean asked Iris if it would not be possible for them to conceive a second child. Iris dreaded this question. She knew what would happen if Jean's idea came true. But, something stronger than she forced her to do what he asked. That was the way.
The second child came into the world like the previous one. They named him Loved. But already his parents could feel a difference with the elder.
They had conceived it, they thought, with the same force as the first, but Iris had not had the same desire. So this child did not come into the world with the same force of love as the other. Jean and Iris tried to raise them without any distinction being made. But, they were both so different. They were two handsome boys, equally strong, and filled with joy, by their games and their laughter, the place where they were.
Loved could not understand these reasons. He knew that the one who knows does not act in pure loss. His presence in this mode had to make sense. Otherwise what?
He moved away more and more from his parents and brother. He spent long moments thinking about the origin of his father, as well as that of his mother.
Thus, after a long reflection on what had been his father's world, he felt the hidden meaning of the path that was opening before him. With his knowledge, the powers of this world, could he become the Master of another world where beings were so fragile. There, he thought, was more useful than here. He shared his decision with his parents and his brother. Iris warned him against this decision, which entailed many dangers, and could go against the plans of the One who knows. Certainly, if he continued on this path, a great misfortune would strike this world, and he should suffer the consequences.
Jean did not know what to answer. He had been happy to live in perfect harmony with his companion and his children. He never had the idea, that there could be change. He did not want it. He had found the serenity he had always sought, and for nothing in the world, he would have liked this to change.
Love tried to reason with her younger brother. But nothing helped. He had made his decision. It was necessary for the destiny to be fulfilled, his own ...
A deep sadness seized Iris. She had tried everything so that this event did not happen. She felt guilty about everything that was going to happen. She turned to the one who knows, that he helps her. That he helps his children in their choices! But he did not answer, he was still distant for the first time, so tears of sadness ran down Iris's soft cheeks. Jean noticed it. He took her in his arms to comfort her, told him that none of this was very serious. He did not know ... He did not know, that the strength of this world did not tolerate that once revealed universal wisdom scatters elsewhere. She had to stay in eternity. He did not know that to turn this wisdom and this universal knowledge into creating an existence was to end that eternity. This, despite the desire for love that we want to share.
The sky was covered with darkness. All that was around began to disappear. A green light seized Aimé and engulfed him. He had conceived this mode of transport from one world to another. He did not even say goodbye to them ...
There remained only Jean, Iris, and Love. Despite what united them, they felt a certain anxiety. Jean began to feel his old anxieties. Should he, once again, lose that happiness he had met? Iris and Love looked at him. It was impossible for them to do anything. Jean's image was gradually dissolving. He disappeared from this world, his hands trying to hold on to Iris who could not hold him back. Do not lose it! Do not lose them! Even the greatness of his love could not prevent anything. Aimé had made a tear. Jean was the involuntary victim. Terrible suffering to be separated from those we love. Terrible suffering of not having hope to meet again. Terrible suffering of not knowing what would happen.
Iris's face, in tears, would be her last memory of a nameless happiness. But this memory was also that of sadness.
Iris knew that this other part of her was not lost forever. It would not be easy to access Jean's world without intervening more than she could. She knew it would be possible someday. The day Jean would recover his memory.
That day, without knowing it, he would call her and she would manifest to him. They could not touch each other, but see each other, see each other just for a moment. To regain the exchange of these tender looks, which erase all the pains of separation. Yes, they would meet again, all together as before.
"Love will be here to recover you!"
These were the last words that Jean could hear before disappearing completely ...