“Help me help her, she’s in convulsions. She is saying strange names. Her eyes are rolling back in her head. Greenish foam spews from her mouth. Her heart is pounding too fast and too hard, I am scared I will lose her.”
He changed his frequency to this distress call.
He could hear it and see it in an information code in his mind’s eye. He hoped for video since he did not trust her or the friend. The friend’s style seemed like a variation of her own.
“She’s possessed and from what she’s told me of you, I don’t trust you. I don’t know what to do…”
“Tell me your location I will come and get her!”
“No, I don’t know what you will do…”, this tone seemed too familiar.
“From what she tells me, you are a controlling old lecherous pig. You want to rule her and restrict her! You remind me of so many she has gotten with previously!”
“You don’t know me so how can you state this without direct knowledge?”
“She looks like she’s going into a coma, what will I do?”
The tone felt frantic and yet to some extent contrived.
“Help me I don’t know what to do…”
Once upon a construct of a relative timeline through a wormhole in a meta-galactic garden where star flowers grow and seed through black holes an Old Bluish Star came to settle in an orbit off its black hole portal path.
The garden, if humans would see it might look so much like the best tended gardens of Earth. The energy visions we’d see seemed like these flowers, shrubs, trees and grasses grew in unison and separated themselves to a kind of coexistence which allows their stellar presences.
Sometimes the Stellar flowers established a space where their protoplanets would form upon their placement in a galactic cluster of planet forming star systems.
In one of these star plots a beautiful Star consistently bloomed in great radiance. Decidedly by our human terms this star had a meta feminine nature birthing planets and at full bloom coalescing with smaller gaseous proto stars to bloom larger and more luminous on all spectral levels.
Now, the Old Star had experienced and caused many transformations over the aeons as a progenitor and survivor of ultra stellar chaos. So much a fractal of multi-dimensional proportion it seemed. He had stellar consciousness. A consciousness so vast we humans sense it as an immense current of energy or closer still, a great continuous stream of information manifesting in intersections with others of various proportions across the multiverse.
So now the dialog begins in emanations we’ll attempt to translate:
“Such a fine set of moments is beginning. Your beauty seems blinding in the dalliance of now.”
She stopped him, “Who seem you to speak, Old Star? You who has travelled through much of it in the now. You who’ve known so many of great stellar import and brilliance. Why bother with us in our harmonious journey in this ever changing garden…WHY?”
“And of course, as you smile in waves at me, you know it not meant to bother. I…”
She interrupted, “You came to join with me, exchange our content and intent without formal invitation or some other to introduce us. Naturally, Old Star, we feel suspicious of your almost aggressive intrusion.”
He had to turn up his output volume, “Please your majesty. I have meant to pay homage to your beauty and despite my usual discretions for approach I have found myself a bit bold and intent upon you. When I sensed you on my travel through these regions, I had no idea I would want to make an introduction and propose an exchange…”
She interjected more forceful now, “You want to starfuck me, admit it. It’s an acceptable request. I can see some of the benefit I might have. However, dear old handsome mass of Mega Star God this seems a bit out of context in the haste of your approach.”
She paused and he returned, “Goddess of starblooming please beg my indulgence. I can see your complete knowledge of our possible merger and exchange. You seem frightened by the magnitude of it somehow…”
Again she interrupts, “You old fiery gasbag! I want nothing more than to absorb you and have you adsorb and absorb my manifestations. The first taste of intention drives me to stellar panic, I fear Supernova…” She began something akin to what we’d interpret as a stellar hyperventilation, another pause for him to speak again.
“Please allow me to calm your fears and rest awhile in the best radiance of my ardor for you. It will cause you feeling at ease…”.
She did calm down and let him settle on her with an almost blue and invisible shine, “Ohhh I could love you and call you Master. You are so handsome!”, she would tell him this over and over as they basked in each other and she could feel love from him appreciating her and radiating his presence.
Then came a gaseous starcloud of great tumult. The kind of raw, powerful energies and proto information which can cause stellar drunkenness in these bodies.
So in her fascination and confusion she consumed and her innermost desires manifested. She invited him, “Come into this space. Let’s mix…”
He moved in and hesitated since she seemed more like she would consume him giving him great bite wounds on a level which will destroy star systems.
“Ohhh, you Old gasser…you burn with blue fires which start star birthings and cause them in multiple regions…you feel like so much more than just an Old Blue giant!”, she stargasmed and whimpered in multiple forms and spectra after an almost what seemed an infinite pause like the space and peace of darkness, he started up, “Tell me beautiful what you want and want of me…don’t hold back.”
“I want to be owned by the right Master. A true master I can love and will bloom love for with every emanation. Would you, will you, OWN me?” she fawned as only a blooming star femme can.
“Yes, I will own you!” A bluish stellar plasma oozed out of him onto her and they played and played.
She slipped through an invisible black hole and seemed gone from the garden and the Old Star wondered at this…was it natural disorder in the mix or did she leave to something else?
He naturally let go however, it did not last for the taste, feel, and enjoyment of her had no parallel. He had exchanged and loved many other great stellar entities of her nature and most of them called to him through the wormholes with reverence and appreciation coming from his reverence and appreciation of each of them. She seemed to have some extra draw to her…something he had not experienced the similarity of for the passage of much radiance and journeying through these star pathways.
He allowed most of his multiplicity of selves to long for her.
The assumption of ownership came and he allowed it to compel him to have her and completely own her when the reality as such only gave him ownership in the previous shared moments.
Meanwhile she had come upon some fringe gardens, wearing themselves thin in another sector and in her drive to shine and dally any and every one with her pulses and radiance she lost track of her statements and promises.
A communication came through the ethers, “I have come upon my starmate, a little white star like a fairy twinkle. She loves me and seems very protective…”
Really she had come back to her old system where a red dwarf pulsed just enough brilliance to keep her interest. The Old Star sensed this entity and found it of low consumptive value with little possibility of exchange.
At one point the red boy contacted the Old Star, “We need to talk about my Star girl, uh, my ex star girl…”
“There’s nothing to talk about RedBoy. She’s told me all about you. How you’ve fed and drained and bruised her core…”
“Yes, but you don’t know what she’s done to me!!”
His tone felt jealous and possessive and unfortunately the Old Blue took some of it personally as he felt like he had come to her aid against this perpetrator.
“If you had maturity (the RedBoy had been in some star cluster fucks beyond his control which left him distressed and hallucinating) you’d have moved on from her. I recommend you do it now to save yourself an early implosion…”
“Oh wait, don’t shut me out. You don’t understand…” like there might be a subplot.
Yes, the subplot seemed in effect from day one. She had come to the Old Star’s region to get away from RedBoy and keep him on the string. The tension they generated for one another gave her consumptive energy and slowly drained him to his self immolative tendency. He wanted to fade out she had disappointed him so much. Yet the tension she created excited him and caused him to flare with pleasures. Pleasure which feels healthy and in actuality drains him to disordered consciousness.
She again felt aware of this RedBoy communicating with the Old Star and blurted, “Don’t talk to him, he’s crazy, I hate him…”
“What does he want to tell me. Why did he get hold of me if you have ended it with him?”
“He still has some energies I gave I want back…”
“Why they might have too much of him in them. Since he has a sinister nature toward you, why do you want them?”
“They feel familiar and comfortable. He has good qualities.”
“Yes my star blossom. So why don’t you see if you can work things out and not waste my time.”
“No, I hate him. I don’t want to stay with him.”
The Old Star would play this one out, maintaining personal security while seeing the direction of our Stellar Flower and the trail of events she deposits on the timeline.
To be continued…