Fantasy Fiction Book Series- Jungle Beauty Goddesses -- Our Son is Home

Fantasy Fiction Book Series- Jungle Beauty Goddesses -- 

Chapter 1:  Seven Baby Sisters

Excerpt 2:    "Our Son is Home"

Jesus gazed into his father’s eyes as he drifted back to sleep. Nebula woke up and kissed Jesus on the cheek. Then she turned around to hug her husband sitting next to her. DeMatter rubbed Nebula’s back while speaking softly into her ear, “Everything is okay, Love-of-My-Life. Our son is home now and safe with us.”

DeMatter reached down to kiss Nebula’s pregnant belly. “I don’t want you to worry.” Kiss. “You are the vessel of life for our children.” Kiss. “You are my chi.” Kiss. Without you to love nothing else matters.” Kiss. 

Nebula giggles, “Stop Dem, you know I love it when you get corny…

 Shiva wakes up, “Mother and father, that is disgusting,” he snorts. “Do you two ever get tired of each other? I can’t even begin to count how many brothers and sisters I have. Don’t you care that Jesus has been injured by the beings on his planet? We must do something to ensure that this doesn’t happen again.”

With her eyes still closed, half asleep and half awake, Kuan Yin yawns, “Don’t talk to mom and dad like that. Our brother is fine. I am just happy that Jesus is home and that our parents are still very much in love. It is their love that created the cosmos, the stars, and our very existence. She lifts her head from Jesus’s legs, stretches her arms and says, “It’s a glorious day to extend the unconditional love and compassion to all life forms from which we came.”

“You sound naive and preposterous,” Shiva snaps back.

DeMatter insists in a hushed tone, “Don’t wake up your brother with this nonsense. I am going to take your mother to bed so that she can rest peacefully. Shiva, I don’t want to hear of any more talk about revenge—that defies your divine heritage. That is not who you are. That is not what we do.

“Yes father,” Shiva acquiesces.

DeMatter gently and lovingly pick up his pregnant wife and slather her bulging belly with even more kisses, while carrying her to their bedroom. Nebula moans. She moans because the weight of her seven unborn baby girls cause her body to ache. She moans because her son Jesus, is home safe and her soul is sighing relief. She moans because the only man she has ever loved arouses her—every time he touches her.

After DeMatter and Nebula are completely gone, Shiva examines the the injury in the palm of Jesus’s hand. He kisses his injury and inquire, “Who did this to you brother? Did you not give them everything they ever asked for? Did you not feed them when they were hungry? Did you not heal them when they were sick? It’s never enough! No matter what we give to them—it’s never enough.”

 While tending to the injuries on Jesus’s feet, Kuan Yin responded, “We can’t change the past, they are not our beings and it is not our planet… but he is our brother. I want to focus all of my love and attention to who and what I love…our brother, Jesus. You would be wise to do the same.”

“These are not mutually exclusive concepts, Kuan Yin. I love our brother just as much as you do,” Shiva hissed, “But I am not comfortable with the idea that we create beings, give them life, and they have the audacity to attempt to destroy their creator. There must be consequences for this level of defiance and disrespect. Look at our brother. This could be any one of us.”

Jesus wakes up, “Stop. Please stop fighting… I have forgiven them. You must too.”

~~~

Nebula enjoyed having Shiva, Jesus, and Kuan Yin home. She missed the family dinners, intergalactic gazing and traveling; spending time at the Star Development Institute; and listening to her childen’s stories about the life forms and beings on their planets.

Jesus siblings tease him because they believe that he is their parent’s favorite son. Both Nebula and DeMatter denies this. Jesus was especially close to his mother. He was a naturally compassionate and giving child.  Before selecting his planet, he spent most of his time volunteering at the Karmic Institute helping the archangels with graceful and gentle consequences and evolution for life forms and beings on various galaxies and a multitude of planets.

It’s not that Jesus was Nebula’s favorite child—they just had more things in common. Nebula loved making dinner with Jesus. Of all of her children, he was the only one who could anticipate what she needed to be done next when preparing meals together. She didn’t have to ask him to prep the spices and herbs. 

Jesus would prep them in advance and have them waiting at her finger tips. But what Nebula loved most of all, is that he always added a new ingredient that made any recipe more delicious than the time before.

While Kuan Yin and Shiva discussed their beings and future plans for their planet, Jesus and Nebula made dinner together. 

“Taste this,” Jesus said as he put a spoon of food to his mother’s mouth.

“Hmmm” Nebula responded. “I miss having you home so much. I know that the beings on your planet need you—but you can monitor them from the planetary development station. This way you can stay close to home. Distance would be good for you and your beings.”

“Mother, stop worrying so much. It’s not good for you and my little sisters you are carrying. I need to go back to my planet one more time. I promise I won’t stay long. When I come back, I look forward to being a big brother and helping you with my seven little sisters.” Jesus  kissed his mother on the cheek, while she whipped the rose petals, lavender, vanilla beans, and nutmeg into a cream sauce for the olive leaves.

Jesus began to set the dinner table for supper. While passing Jesus the chalets to place on the dinner table, Nebula inquires, “I noticed that since you have been home, you and your father have not spent very much time together. When he walks into a room, a few moments later you leave. I don’t think you have spoken two words to your father since you have been home. Is everything alright between the two of you?”

“Mom is auntie Celestia coming for dinner? Maybe I should sit her next to Kuan Yin.” Jesus asks, as if he did not hear a single word his mother said.

 

By, Cassandra George Sturges

Excerpt from Book 1 Jungle Beauty Goddesses Blue Ball

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