Friday, February 7, 2014

Best Sci Fi Fantasy Books Jungle Beauty Goddess's Pretty Blue Ball

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…

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