I’d like to tell you about my husband Om.
She stood in the dark room – seeing nothing but blackness. As if in front of a tribunal or a two-way mirror glass like in the questioning rooms – but this one more like an auditorium. Or maybe a stage with a dark audience She couldn’t see – but knew were there.
Hoping there was someone listening as She spoke into the dark – I would like to tell you about Om.
Filling the dark space, the Nothingness, the Void and the listening ears She knew must exist somewhere out there and that was why She was here in this empty place.
There were those listening. So, She would speak. Speak of Him.
For She could not find Him and had arrived in this place instead.
She was looking for Him. So, She spoke.
Spoke – with gratitude to those listening. That She just knew were there. Those silent witnesses in the dark. It couldn’t just be silent Nothingness.
Or She wouldn’t be there in this place speaking for Herself.
So calmly, and in a dignified manner, Shanti took the centre stage with the spotlight, and spoke to the Gods listening if no one else.
I would like to tell you about my husband.
Knowing – they could help. Or else why would they be there – why would She. So, She went on forth… knowing the ones listening – could grant her what She desired.
Her Husband – back.
My husband Om,
She began.
He braided flowers into my hair – pinks and purples.
Do you know why?
He said they flattered my honey brown eyes and because purple was a royal colour. And I was a Princess, so I should have royal flowers.
He always believed in Me. No matter what happened. Even when I was afraid. He would look at Me, even when I was afraid of jumping or flying off the cliff tops – like I could do it – before I even did – so I knew I could. He always had belief and faith in me, even when I’d never done something before. He just knew – I could. Because I was Shanti. I was Me.
He laughed in this full way. Where his eyes would sparkle and his head would go back – and his whole body would shake. As he laughed his hearty laugh and the world would rumble. And he’d be glowing like the Sun and we’d all bask in it.
His glory, his laugh.
His smile was infectious – you couldn’t help return it.
A God on Earth – A magical man He was… so full of life.
His wings would spread out and power radiated from his body – his muscles all so fit and toned with his King’s bracelet and rings and necklace and the clothes of the Sky – not much at all but that is what I enjoyed.
A God on Earth.
A God, I called Him once – How I knew it was Him.
Only He could do that. Only he could make me feel like that.
Why?
Because He was.
He cared about all the creatures, in all the Kingdoms – no one was too small for him. Even the ants he’d help to build their Kingdoms when they felt threatened. A good King He was – to all.
A good father. With love, tenderness, care and compassion for his child. And for Me, His Mother – as well.
He brought Love, care and joy to everything he did. So much care – in everything He touched.
So intelligent – no one could outsmart Him – and if someone as much as tried they’d be done before they even began.
He was kind to me, gentle, caring, always listening. Cared about everything I felt no matter how small it would seem. And I just knew he could feel it with me. He wasn’t afraid to. This was his compassion. And he always wanted to make it better.
To make me happy.
Even though that should have been only me responsible for my own happiness – He still did feel responsible – because he saw Me as Himself – and so my happiness – was His. And vise versa. It was a beautiful life to live this way – simply extensions of One another.
Able to share, and care, and hear each other’s thoughts before we even said anything.
Anticipate the needs of the other or what they were feeling.
This is how we were One.
We didn’t need many words.
We just explored all of Creation with one another. In that companionable silence, We had no need to say a word to enjoy one another.
It was just the presence – this fullness – this wholeness.
Where nothing was lacking. Where nothing was missing.
This Oneness…
It was Freedom.
I wish to be Free.
I wish to be Me.
But I can’t Be – without Him.
Without my Om…
– Shanti ♾️
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