Chrysalis
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Alaya stayed with the earth for a moment longer. The skies, a plate of blue glass shimmered with an eerie quality. She stayed with the clear sky hoping to draw some respite from that steadiness. No clouds marred the glossiness as she watched the purity of clouds pacing back and forth over its steady surface. The longer the woman stared upwards the calmer her body grew, mirroring that clear blueness. Something within her stirred the futility of life. There were to be no past memories allowed her she felt. The future loomed just beside her as another unknown expanse neared. Right where she sat surrounded by thousands of meek grapevines whose heads bent down to the earth in their reverence, a blue light entered her head in a rush of colour to instil a relenting knowing, a promise of things greater than simple love. Sure, perfect love would never happen to her again, and yet, her destiny felt dictative as it involved all the humans of her brotherhood. One man sacrificed for the good of the whole seemed marginal in comparison. She rode the last intention into the blue sky, going deeper and deeper until her head felt like a water ball filled with all the sky; it swelled and grew, until it touched the edge of the limits and went into a thick whiteness where consciousness felt threatened. She sensed a melting of her being into that something of the beyond. Wanting to stop the flight, she remained with the feeling until she lost the grapes, the fields around, the damp carpet beneath. Willing her body to stop its nagging fear, she entered the sky, and remained over a cloud, heard a song in her ear, but did not feel the ear, the song took over her cloud, invaded her nerves, her heart, her muscles, her entire body. That turned into a harp; her heart its strings cried a tender tune. Alaya was no more. In her place by the sad vine there rose a universe. She had turned into a sound of peace. She, the woman harp, felt herself the music. And there as music, Alaya understood the inherent powers locked within all people. She was all people. She was nothing and everything all at once. All she did was surrender her fear of getting to know herself.
She jumped, awakened.
"I must have fallen asleep," Alaya thought.
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Chrysalis is the story of a girl born with the mythological Mark of the Universe. This singled out the child for a destiny of great service to the world. She was wrapped inside a covering of lace material, said to have been knitted in the womb by many angels. Right from birth the entire region started receiving blessings. Alas, however, the angel Chrysalis would encounter great dangers. Born a girl in Arabia afforded the child little chances at greatness. Her destiny gets thwarted. Her gifts resume, and her life shines her inner light, as she witnesses the care of heavenly creatures all around her. She marries a great man who loved her deeply which got the wrath of his family. Their wedding proved a miracle of beauty and grace. Only, during the honeymoon, Chrysalis of the butterflies learns the hateful ways of the body, and the greedy state of its demands, to lose her powers slowly, but surely. Chrysalis judges her new family harshly, and decides to give up. This very intention ensures her wishes are met. As the intentions of pure souls are the orders of the universe. Chrysalis is the first of a trilogy, Arya is the sequel, and the third is Clarity and Redemption.
About the Author
She was born Clemence Massaad in the Bekaa valley of Lebanon. She married her husband, Samir Musa, also a Lebanese American in 1969. They have three children together, Indee, Abie and Sandra. She received her former education at the Jesuit’s and the Saint Famille, in Lebanon, and left after her thirteenth form to the USA. There, she received an Associate degree in psychology, and a Journalism degree from UTT, (University of Texas at Tyler). Clemence Musa was voted most likely to succeed by her peers. She left Texas upon her graduation to follow her husband to Bahrain, the Gulf region, where she joined the team of the Associated Press there as a junior reporter. She returned to England in 1993, to Gerrards cross where Sandra joined St.Mary’s school. Sitting over the Chiltern Hills over Buckinghamshire, she wrote her first work, a book entitled, Lebanon, A Journey Of Beauty. She submitted her work to the British Writer’s Guild Association and received a Full membership in 1996. Clemence, Samir and Sandra live in Farnham Common today, in the scenic Templewood lane forest. She attributes her inspiration to the forest.