Malakai's Invitation

Excerpt from:

The Labyrinth of Kai’s Soul

As he dangled his feet over the edge of the dock,

he saw a flicker in the water.

Squinting his eyes, he peered into the depths.

What was that? Was it a ring?

A golden ring flashing from the sunlight?

Leaning further in, he lost his balance,

going headlong into the water.

That evening, Malakai had a dream like no other. None before and none since had compared to the loveliness of the adventure that unfolded before him.

The scene began with him sitting on the dock like he was prone to do. This was a place that he had frequented from the time of his youth and childhood. As a family, they had come here on holiday. As a youth, he came to party or to bring a special someone. It was on this beach that he shared a romantic evening skinny dipping in the moonlight, followed by a romp on the beach. And, it was here that he first proposed to the girl of his dreams; but that all turned to naught. The moment he lost his license, she had disappeared out the door. Weeks later she told him that she had been dating someone else, asking him to come and get his things from her place.

But all that was behind him, now.

As he dangled his feet over the edge of the dock, he saw a flicker in the water. Squinting his eyes, he peered into the depths. What was that? Was it a ring? A golden ring flashing from the sunlight? Leaning further in, he lost his balance, going headlong into the water.

At first, in utter shock and surprise, he gasped for breath, before realizing that he could actually breathe in the water. Not only that, the sensation of crispness that usually accompanied the ritualistic first dive into the lake didn’t happen.

Determined, with his right hand stretched out before him, Malakai went deeper and deeper in the direction where he thought he saw the glimmer, when all of a sudden, he felt a hand in his, encouraging him along in a slightly different direction. Shifting his eyes, which didn’t burn, he saw the most beautiful water nymph swimming before him. Her long flowing hair rippled with her undulating movements. She looked back and smiled, a radiant smile... he followed her, into the hollow of a cave....where he found other lovely maidens just like her, basking in the beauty of the moonlight.

Their curves, their undulations, their secret gardens yielded the intended response.

A sound filled the air, a song from the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. In a flash the entire body of water nymphs disappeared in the pool of water, leaving him there wantonly, watching them go.

He turned to whence the sound seemed to emerge, to see a cavern within the wall.

He entered within. Expecting a bedroom and a most beautiful mistress, instead, he saw a long table, carved from stone, standing lengthwise before him, upon an earthen rug spun out of the finest thistledown. A single high-back chair stood invitingly. And there, on the table, was a fine leatherbound book with a crystal pen. Beside it was a goblet of the finest crystal laid-in with stones of magnificent colour and splendour.

Wrapping himself with the blanket he found resting on an adjoining table, Malakai sat down at the table, to contemplate what he had just experienced. Wanting relief, his manliness remained stimulated from what had just come to pass.

And yet, immediately, upon making contact with the surface of the chair, a movie appeared before him on the flattened surface of the wall, ten feet in front of him and 15 degrees above the horizon. There he saw Michaela’s face, the same way he remembered her the moment he first saw her up on the stage. All of the desire that had been with him only moments ago drained away as he glanced upon her face. In its place, an unfamiliar Feeling was stirring.

He watched her, mesmerized. Her movements were of Grace Divine.

Suddenly the perspective shifted, widening, and he could see himself on the stage with her.

What?

They were talking together, taking turns, coming to the front of the stage where they held hands. On the screen about 15 feet above them, was the cover of a book. Divine Relationships he read.

He shook his head.

Remembering the leather-bound pages before him, Malakai took the crystal pen in hand, jotting down notes about what was appearing before his very eyes.

Next, he saw the globe, as if from space. He saw lines going from one geolocation to another. Each had a name. Each had a snapshot of them together before a landmark of some kind or other known to the area.

The first image reappeared before him again. This time it could be seen from his eyes, from his perspective, from him standing on the stage beside her. Peering out into the darkness, beyond the spotlights, he could see the tiers in the audience. It was huge! The space where they were speaking was huge!

He looked down at the notebook momentarily, sketching what he had observed.

The final scene before him flashed but for a microsecond. It was the both of them looking back, as they walked away as if someone had called their names. Both of them were smiling as they left some auditorium or another to celebrate with some alone time. They were hand in hand.

Then it was gone. The whole of it was gone. Where did it go?

He awoke with a start.

There, on his bedside table, was a crumpled piece of paper. On it was the sketch he had made in the Labyrinth of his Soul.

I want to Explore this World