Echoes of Time
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IT
IS time. It was my rule that no man
should live among us, and it seemed a good one at the time I made it. If I should relax that dictate for my mate's
sake, my sisters would have to kill me. I myself had ordered that. We would not allow men to overtake us and
dominate us again.
There is just enough time to go and say farewell
before my warriors come for him. I know
it is unwise, but I haven't the will to forbid myself this one last look at
him.
He sleeps bound, and I am free to watch him without
his knowledge for awhile. His skin is
smooth and golden, like rays of the rising sun as it softly pierces through the
trees to fall upon budding flowers.
Slowly, he senses my presence and awakens; his eyes hold the turquoise
depth of the sea, and they caress me now like a morning breeze whispering on my
face.
I thought to see him in tears or perhaps a bestial
rage. I was almost certain that he would
beg me for his life, but he says my name in reverence, as though he speaks to
his goddess.
"Elona," he repeats. And all the tenderness I have ever known is
in his voice.
I walk slowly to him, as if bewitched, for surely I
am. Although I told myself I would not,
I press my lips upon his own.
And I become the liquid sea.
For this reality, for this, I would happily die in his
place.
I hear the distant drums beating in unison with my
frantic heart: "Free him, free him,
free him." I know I must do exactly
that or live the rest of my life in torment.
Yet my decision is still upon the tip of my heart when I am surrounded
by my warriors.
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Echoes of Time is a story of love and hate, but it is ultimately a story of forgiveness so profound that the original injury is almost forgotten, leaving mere echoes in the nothingness of time. It is the author’s personal story of self-discovery as she re-lived other lifetimes. With the release of thousands of years of pain came a love so deep and rich that the story had to be told, and the love had to be shared.
Soul mates, Astara and Alterra, began life on this planet in total love, but the teeming sensuality overcame Astara’s better judgment, and she began a liaison with a primate that caused her downfall. Alterra left her to die alone on planet Earth, thinking to never return, but he was drawn back by love, while Astara pushed him away by her hate and resentment. Life after life, Astara tried to replace Alterra by repeatedly incarnating with the same primate. Correcting Astara’s mistake becomes a lifelong project of the present incarnation of the author.
About the Author
Throughout her life as a homemaker wife and mother, Starr Wellborn has been drawn to a deeper understanding of herself. In the process, she began to peel back layers of many lifetimes. Having written plays, short stories and music all of her life, she began to put her own story down on paper for her own clarity. As lifetime after lifetime unfolded, she recognized the threads of Spiritual truth interwoven in each incarnation and throughout the whole. In the hopes that this truth might be of help to others, she decided to publish.