Our earth mother, Gaia, foresaw a definitive epoch when the survival of humankind and her precious planet would be at issue. That day is upon us. Earth is enveloped in environmental and social crises. Unless humankind serves as stewards for Earth and themselves the planet may be despoiled.
Gaia could not sit by and observe the destruction of her Earth and the clever beings she found intriguing. This is the story of the gifted population of women she reserved in the sea who are dedicated to safeguarding the future of humankind and Earth.
We Will Have Justice
The West Coast of Ireland
The woman’s flight across Ireland felt endless. Only her determination
sustained her in escaping the men chasing her. On the edge of the
seaside village of Gaelach she’d concealed her car behind a barn. From
ditch to alley to doorway she ran, watching for anything or anyone
behind her. Dogs barked from small whitewashed cottages. Soaked to the
skin from the pelting rain, she thanked Gaia for the weather that helped
hide her and surely slowed down the men pursuing her. The information in
the waterproof package she carried held the key to the fate of one of
the world’s largest trading conglomerates.
The small shop, located on a side road, had a “Closed” sign in the
window. She paused, appreciating the welcoming roar of the angry ocean
nearby. She listened for hints of danger, then knocked. Inside, an old
woman held her waterproof packet as she shed her sodden clothes, leaving
her naked except for an arm holster holding a Gerber combat knife. She
tied her long wet hair into a knot, and the old woman strapped the
packet tight to her back. Once outside the back door, she melted into
the sheets of rain and raced for the sea.
Just yards away from the waves, the men hunting her closed in. One man
was upon her as she pitched herself into the waves. She took him down
with her, driving her knife deep into his side.
A strong swimmer, she dove deep. Her strokes strengthened as webbing
spread between her fingers and a fish tail blossomed behind her. Crisp
chirps guided her to a series of waterworn pillars far under the sea.
She was joined by another woman who swam next to her. They exchanged
high-pitched greetings, but her focus was on getting her package to the
ultimate security of the Tethys.
As they passed through the pillars, the blackness of the ocean dissolved
and a glorious city, shimmering in a soft light, unfolded in front of
them. All around were plants and marine animals glowing in rich hues. It
was no longer nighttime along the Irish coast. It was now midday of the
day before—a time differential that helped secure the city’s
At last she could relax. She was home. The precious information she had
brought was safe and would soon be transferred into the hands of those
who would exact justice.
Retribution for the conglomerate of predatory commodity traders was
swift. The markets came alive in ways that proved devastating to the
avaricious Overlords. Traders and their greedy investors were brought to
their knees. The battle for the world was taking on a new dimension.
Excerpted from "Gaia's Majesty – Mission Called" by Roger B. Burt. Copyright © 2017 by Roger B. Burt. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
Roger B. Burt
Roger B. Burt is a clinical psychologist who earned his Ph.D. at Duke University. In his studies he was intrigued by the mythological and cultural underpinnings of humankind. Carl Jung taught the wonder of myth from across the world. Leslie White, the father of culturology, introduced him to the “extrasomatic stream”, or culture. The work of these two men relate strongly to the struggles of humankind. Dr. Burt’s clinical studies and his understanding of the human mind deepened his interest in the development and process leading to our current crises. He feels we stand on the cusp of what we call reality and tremble on the edge of transformation or failure as a species.
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