Jungle Beauty Goddess’s
Pretty Blue Ball
Book Excerpt
Join the Jungle Beauty Goddesses on an amazing
journey
as they develop planet Earth’s plants, creatures, and its
beings. Ironically, they discover that their “perfect human being” is
but a
mere embodiment of their own flaws and imperfections of being
free-willed
goddesses. They question the boundaries of their divine powers as they
ponder
whether or not it is possible to mold a being to be superior to its
creator. Earth is coming to an end! Whose fault is it--Humans or a
negligent creator who abandoned them?
By, Cassandra George Sturges
Nebula
walked back to the palace’s ballroom to see if her husband Dematter was ready
to begin the ceremony. When she arrived she was greeted by several of her
children with kisses and hugs. The archway and path to the altar was lit by
angels wearing flowing white gowns trimmed in gold, holding white candles. The
room smelled like sandalwood, frankincense, and myrrh. The lavender diamond
chandeliers with dangling pearls sparkled. The guests were softly humming Aum
that caused the angel’s feathers to slightly sway to the rhythm of the humming
sound.
Nebula walked into a private room in the back
of the ballroom where she found her husband looking sadder than she had ever
seen him before. She cradled his head into the cleavage of her buxom breasts
and kissed him on top of his black, glistening, bald head several times.
She felt his warm
breath and soft beard against her aching heart as he sighed, “No more, Love of
my Life.” She continued to softly kiss his head all the way down to his ear and
then whispered “I know,” while hugging him, “As we agreed, this is the last
time—no more children.”
He lifted his head
from her cleavage, held her face in his mighty hands, and began to kiss her
forehead, the lid of each eye, and then each cheek before passionately kissing
her lips. He then used his tongue to tenderly sway her words of doubt into
submission. Dematter gazed deep into
Nebula’s eyes and said, “It’s time.”
“I’ll go get the girls,” she murmured before
leaving the room as she ran her fingers through her hair, and straightened her
dress in an effort to regain her poise from being enraptured into the throws of
desire of her husband’s love.
When Nebula arrived
back to the courtyard to escort her daughters back to the ballroom, each
godette gracefully stood up one after the other, until all seven were
standing. They looked at their mother
expectantly. Nebula slowly nodded her head, turned around and headed back to
the Deity Ball with her seven daughters following behind her in their flowing
royal blue ball gowns. They walked in silence.
Nebula and her
daughters entered the ballroom and began walking down the center aisle as
angels played their violins and harps and the honored guests in attendance
hummed along in unison. At the base of
the altar, flanked by two archangels, stood their father, Dematter; and the
long train of his black, shiny, robe draped upon the rose quartz floor.
The seven sisters
looked straight ahead as if they were hypnotized by the sight of their father
holding both arms straight up with his fingers wide apart as his palms cradled
the enormous, breathtakingly beautiful royal blue ball with white misty clouds
of swirls, and patches of green with bronze and yellow trimmings.
The Pretty Blue Ball
planet appeared to move in and out as if it were breathing, as Dematter held it
over his head. The hauntingly beautiful royal blue glow from the planet became
the only light that lit the entire room. As the music continued to play, Nebula
walked up the aisle to stand next to her husband as the seven sisters waltzed
to position themselves in a crescent shape around their parents standing at the
altar.
Namib, Sahara,
Qattara, Kalahari, Sinai, Chalbi, and Afar bowed down on both knees and
stretched their arms out in front of them with the palms of their hands flat on
the rose quartz floor. In sync, the seven sisters lowered their heads waiting
to take their vows from their father.
Dematter said while
holding the Earth over his head in a loud, voluminous, deep, tone; “Namib,
Sahara, Kalahari, Qattara, Sinai, Chalbi, and Afar, do you promise to forsake
all others and dedicate and commit your lives to developing, nurturing, and
protecting the Pretty Blue Ball planet Earth and all of its being big and small
until the death of its sun?”
All seven of the
sisters said together, “Yes, father we will.”
Do you promise to
love and cherish your beings and cultivate this planet Earth in a manner that
will nourish their bodies, develop their minds, inspire their spirits, and
evolve their souls for a life of eternal reincarnation with compassion,
integrity and wisdom?
All seven of the
sisters said together, “Yes, father we shall.”
Do you promise to
never use your life –giving chi powers to harm, abuse, destroy or intercede in
the affairs of your beings and the natural cause and effect laws that exist
between them and their home-- planet Earth?
All seven of the
sisters said together, “Yes, father we do.”
Do you promise to
never, ever under any circumstances violate or exploit the spiritual, physical,
and psychological growth of your beings by intermingling, socializing, or
befriending them in a way that will prevent them from reaching their full
potential in a manner that is self-selective, self-reflective and
none-destructive?
All seven of the
sisters said together, “Yes, father we do.”
The Sanskrit meaning
of the word jungle means uncultivated land, but now you are the ordained
cultivators of the Pretty Blue Ball planet Earth. Jungle is now the collective
first name each of you will carry in matrimony to the Pretty Blue Ball planet
Earth.
As creators it is
your duty to entrench this planet and all of its beings with a soul-stirring,
healing beauty that reflects the careful, meticulous, splendorous design of the
universe from which you were born. May I have your word?
All seven of the
sisters said together, “Yes, father we shall.”
From this moment
forward, Beauty is now your collective second name to remind you that beauty is
a detailed act of craftsmanship that reflects the soul of its creator.
One third of planet
Earth is made up of deserts with extreme arid, cold, and hot conditions that
resemble the intergalactic atmosphere of home. It was predestined that each one
of you have been named after a desert as reminders to you of the
all-encompassing love of your mother and I—each grain of sand is symbolic of
how much we love and will miss each one of you-- and that you are never far
away from home.
Dematter reaches
forward with planet Earth in his hand, and the seven sisters stand up and
collectively reach out to place both hands on the Pretty Blue Ball planet with
their father to take their final vows.
As the creator of
the universe and all that there is, all that there ever was, and all that there
ever will be-- with the everlasting love and support of my wife Nebula, we now
imbue you with creative powers to cultivate the Pretty Blue Ball planet Earth
and all of its being until its sun releases its energy force back into the
universe. Do you promise to serve this planet and all of its beings with
kindness, honor, compassion, and integrity?
All seven of the
sisters said together, “Yes, father we do.”
“By the power
invested in me you are no longer godettes. You have taken your vows and you are
now entrusted and are held accountable as creators and protectors of the Pretty
Blue Ball planet Earth and all of its beings. From this moment forward you
shall be called Jungle Beauty Goddesses rulers of the Pretty Blue Ball planet
Earth.
Dematter let go of
the Pretty Blue Ball planet and it was held up high by all seven of the Jungle
Beauty Goddesses. Everyone cheered. It
was a blissful event…
