Don't Call Me Kitten! Page 8

  ‘Yes but how does it work? Do you have a roster or something?”

  Simon cracked a laugh. “Hardly. Where you see four individuals who should be competing with each other we see a fusion. A seamless blending. There are no boundaries between us.”

  “But, that would mean...”

  “That our relationship with each other isn’t limited to the heterosexual norm you hold so dear.”

  “Wow, but you’re all so ... how should I say this ... so alpha.”

  “So we don’t comply with your stereotypes. Is that it? Should I shake your hand limply and raise the pitch of my voice, offer to interior decorate your house or something?”

  “Ah, no not at all.” The reporter let the topic drop and stepped back to let another of her colleagues have a go with the aggravating man.

  “Sir, what can you tell us about the mayor’s plans for the council?”

  “A good question.” Simon rewarded his interviewer with a benevolent smile. “Tyra feels strongly that growth in the shire is being stymied by excessive building regulations, multiple and costly permits and standards that require materials over and above what is practically necessary. This makes it hard for not only developers like ourselves, who want to invest in rural towns, but also for owner builders. It’s about building strong, environmentally sustainable structures through a cost effective permit and oversight system.”

  “Isn’t that the system we currently have?”

  “Not by a long shot. Ask any builder in the area. The permit system alone milks prospective builders at every stage of the building process. The red tape is endless. Even a simple carport requires a university trained building surveyor to sign off on it whereas in the old days a hand drawn plan showing dimensions would have been enough.”

  “So the mayor will work to reduce the red tape?”

  “Definitely, but mindful of the need for some regulation to stop dodgy and environmentally unsound buildings going up. It also needs to be a system that allows for innovation. At the moment its hard to get even a square box built let alone a geodesic structure the likes of the Eden complex in Cornwall. We need to let builders and architects break away from the past so that they can deal with the problems we now face by building smarter.”

  “What problems? You’re not one of them climate scare mongers are you?”

  “Whether you believe in climate change as a threat or not I don’t think even you would argue that people are struggling with their electricity bills. There is a fixed amount of energy in any system but the system we call this planet has more industry and more population to contend with than ever. If we can build to reduce our energy use it frees up that energy for others.”

  “So geodesic domes?”

  “That’s one idea and has only limited applications. The point is we need to allow people room for some creativity. We should also let them keep their costs down by using recycled materials, as used to be the case. The current system doesn’t allow any of that.”

  Tyra walked to the podium, flanked by Arion and Thex. She sensed John nearby. Despite a swathe of death threats and the more obvious and tangible threat of the Din she felt safe, relatively speaking.

  Peter Stein stood abruptly as she entered and pointed at her men. “The whore of Satan brings her devils’ spawn.”

  “Really Peter, if you’re going to rant at least be correct about it. Thex and Arion are my mates not my children so they can hardly be my spawn. As for their presence here I choose to have them with me. Unless it is particularly stated in the rules of the council chamber that members’ spouses cannot accompany them to a meeting then I suggest you let it rest and we get to matters in hand.”

  “They are not your spouses under law. You live in sin with The Seer and his cohorts.”

  “Oh shut up you old fool.” Some anonymous voice yelled from the crowd.

  Tyra ignored the well meaning but abusive interjector. “Peter. As you rightly point out I have not entered into a marriage contract with any of my mates. Firstly this country doesn’t allow marriage with multiple partners and secondly I am not their possession any more than they are mine. I have no wish to go through some archaic ritual that declares me as such. Now can we get down to business?”

  Peter shook, a fine tremor of anger flushing his face ruby red. The rest of the council’s elected members watched in horror as he pulled a gun from beneath his jacket and began waving it around. “You may have convinced the voters that your relationship is irrelevant to you doing your job. Some may have even voted for you because of it. But I will not stand here while you sully this chamber with your whoredom.” He took aim only to have an invisible being knock it from his hand and wrestle him to the ground. Thex and Arion were on him in short order as well.

  Tyra surveyed the man they held to the floor. He was no Din. No large reptilian beast stared back at her from within his aura. If anything his slate gray almost lifeless aura marked him as a man devoid of love or pleasure but not evil. Her heart went out to him. Threads of her compassion streamed out of her body wrapping around his. Like a virus they started worming their way into his body. Tyra watched in almost horror, what had she inadvertently done? Yet the process was fascinating to watch. She hadn’t known she could heal someone’s aura in this way. It was a different kind of healing to the the one Sally had explained to her. Yet Sally often used hand contact when she healed someone physically. Maybe if she touched the poor man she could accelerate the process.

  Thex looked up worriedly as she approached. He’d read what was in her mind to do. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I feel like I must go with this flow of compassion. I need to accept it as the gift it is and open up to it.”

  “But this man?” Arion looked down at the man who was still cursing and struggling to free himself.

  “Is in need. Let me.”

  Simon, who’d quietly entered the chamber while everyone was busy, reached into his pocket and passed a black crystal and a clear quartz pendant to Tyra. “Put the tourmaline in your pocket and wear the quartz crystal over your heart. They will protect you. Do not try to attack the grey thought form that holds him. It is a powerful collective consciousness and will attack you back if you try. Instead simply observe it and surround it with the healing energy drawn from the spaciousness within your heart and mind.”

  Tyra accepted the protection and the wisdom. She pulled down white light through her crown chakra as Simon had taught her. She connected her heart and mind and then she approached.

  Arion and Thex continued to hold Peter down but they moved a little to the side to make space for her.

  She knelt next to the agro councillor and laid two hands on him, one on his heart and another on his forehead.

  “What the bloody hell do you think you are doing woman?” He growled but the weight of manpower on him kept him still.

  “Oh hush.” She opened her heart at the precise moment she visualised him as he would be if his life was full of love and happiness. A pale green healing light of compassion streamed from her heart and a blue healing ray from her mind, wrapping around his heart and mind.

  The man writhed, as if in pain then suddenly stilled. “What have you done?” A confused smile lighted his face. “I’ve never felt...what is this?”

  Simon smiled somewhat kindly at his old foe. “That would be joy old man.”

  “Joy?”

  “Come now, it doesn’t feel so bad does it?”

  “Joy, love, happiness, trust and passion. You know they are foreign words to me Seer.”

  “Only because you made it so fool. You and all your denier mates and your crazy ideas that any emotion, even positive, clouded your experience of the all-spirit. But connect now and tell me what you feel.”

  Peter seemed loathe to obey his old foe but grudgingly closed his eyes and found his connection with the all-spirit. It was then that Tyra realised what he was. Oh, my, he’s a Malakim isn’t he?”

  “Technically yes but his sect split from us l
ong ago. They don’t believe the relative world has any value so we call them deniers. They are anti-love, pleasure, women, the sacred feminine...anything that they think might divert them from what they consider a pure, mind based and emotion free experience of the one mind. A few came to earth to meddle, claiming to teach a path to enlightenment and in part they did but it is that, only partial. In their ignorance they remained stuck and couldn’t evolve any further. Isn’t that right Peter?”

  Peter opened his eyes, stunned by what he’d just experienced. “The all-spirit is not what I thought. Boundless light and spaciousness yes, that I always knew, but the limitless love and joy, the power to create in the relative world. It is all but it is also in all. I’ve been a fool. Shit we should have been allying ourselves with you guys all along, not the Din.”

  Arion swore. “You allied with the Din? Have you any idea of what they did to us? What we suffered?”

  Peter winced. “Yes I did know and I thought it well deserved, your ways were repugnant to us. In my defence I would say that we didn’t come to this planet until long after the Din had taken it. We thought the Din’s enslavement of mankind would create untold violence, greed and suffering that would drive a few to our cause. I’m sorry, we were so wrong.”

  Thex let his hold on the man go but kept a watchful eye on him in case he reverted to earlier form. “All this is well and good but how do we know you’re truly cured of your delusion?”

  Simon mused for a moment, rubbing his chin absentmindedly. “What we need is a chocolate fudge sundae and a girly magazine.”

  Tyra spotted some cakes on the catering table and went to grab one. It wasn’t traditional Malakim food but it would do for a test. Arion looked amused for a moment then disappeared, reappearing with a magazine in hand. “From my own personal collection back at Boswell.” He handed it to Simon who opened it to the centrefold.

  “Not bad, not bad at all. What do you think Peter?”

  Peter gave his enemy of old a wary appraising look then grabbed the offending publication. He stared at the luscious brunette who graced the middle pages, his eyes raking over her image from top to toe.

  “I think his pulse is accelerating” Arion commented with some amusement

  “There’s life in the old man yet. Give him the cake to try Tyra.”

  “Hey cut with the old. I’m no older than you Simon.” Peter grumbled before taking a bite out of the chocolate covered danish. “Oh my!” He licked his lips. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

  Simon hmphed. “You don’t really need that muck to enjoy good food but the once won’t hurt you.”

  Peter stared at Tyra. “You I know. I killed you once, in another life. Forgive me, I didn’t see the light in you as I see it now.”

  Simon tsked. “Let’s leave past lives alone shall we. Little good can come from dredging them up.” He turned to Tyra. “Simply know that I will always love you, what you were in the past, what you are now and what you will be in the future. We are one.”

  Tyra wasn’t sure now was the time to cry with joy at her lover’s words. She’d hold them to her heart to be treasured later. Knowing he could read her mind and know the impact of those words on her was enough. In the depths of her mind she felt her connection with him and knew in her soul that he felt that way about all his mates and that pleased her more than she could say. She made her way back to the podium, she had a job to do.

  People started returning to their seats but continued to look warily in the direction of their wayward councillor. It was a wonder that no one had called the cops. Only Simon knew that he’d blocked that impulse from the few who had started to think it. He gave Peter a hand up to help him stand. “Might I have a word with you after the council meeting, about this Din alliance of yours? We could always use another double agent.”

  “Does that mean you have one already?”

  “All in good time Peter, you’ll have to earn our trust. All the Malakim as well the other beings on this planet have suffered because of your complicity with the enemy. They will need to be convinced by your future actions that you have truly turned the page. In the meantime go and enjoy a bit of life. The world is a way for the all-spirit to express itself on the material plane. It’s a kind of playground, or at least it should have been. It was never meant to be turned into violent, competitive, misery laden hell you guys promoted as a force to drive people to escape into, at best, a purely mind-based half-enlightenment and at worst a mindless, unquestioning belief in a dogma that their suffering would buy them a piece of nirvana. The world was meant to be a supportive, nurturing childcare centre for young growing souls,a school for growing compassion and an understanding of the true nature of the cosmos not the brutal detention centre you guys turned it into. Use the power of your intent to create a better world for yourself and those you’ve caused untold suffering to. You can enjoy the world just don’t get stuck in it. You know it isn’t all there is.”

  Peter looked contrite. He pretended to study his shoelaces for a moment then looked up and stared Simon squarely in the eyes. “Yes, I know Simon. I’m truly sorry. I will go and try to undo the mess I’ve made.”

  Simon looked on him a little more benignly “Don’t judge yourself or your colleagues Peter, you acted out of ignorance, not from evil intent. Undo the damage in your own mind, heart and soul, the rest will come of its own accord. Dissolving the collective mindset happens one changed mind at a time. When enough minds are changed, and it won’t have to be as many as you think, neither the Deniers or the Din will be able to stop the coming global transformation.”

  The rest of the meeting had been...well ... not uneventful. A lively and vigorous debate over Tyra’s more radical ideas had ensued but in the end the councillors had given agreement to most of her ideas and small scale project-based trials of some of her others. All in all it had been a gruelling night. The foursome were glad when they could bid their still invisible companion John a good night and pile into the car to head home.

  “Well that was all a bit of a challenge.” Tyra moaned, not even feeling like speeding.

  “It’ll get easier as time goes on. The mantle of responsibility and power takes time to wear in.” This from Simon who seemed rather pleased with the evenings events but yet still preoccupied.

  “Yeah right!”

  Arion didn’t like the tone of uncertainty in Tyra’s voice. “You doubt yourself too much Tyra, you were great. People have had enough of politicians with charisma and overconfidence. They’re ready for real people with real ideas. They want someone they can relate to who sees their problems the same way they do.”

  “An ex-librarian with three mates, that’s what they relate to?”

  Arion laughed. “No that’s what they aspire to in their dreams.”

  A while later they reached the hills that looked down over the town. “Pull over here.”

  Tyra looked quizzically at Simon, wondering why he was commanding her to stop. There was an ever so slight edge of urgency in his voice. She slowed the Bentley and brought it to a stop in the parking bay of the lookout. “Here?”

  “Yes this will do fine.”

  Arion turned the DVD player in the back off. Thex was already on edge, alert “What’s up Simon?”

  “Nothing we can’t handle but we’ll need something special to deal with it. Got any reserves left for a bit of friskyness?”

  Tyra looked at the open to view car park. “Here?” she asked again. Not that she minded the whole sex in the open thing but hey, just a veneer of privacy helped.

  “That’s ‘Here, Sir?’ Isn’t it Tyra?” Simon fondled her hair lovingly.

  Tyra gulped. Game on. “Yes Sir. What would you like me to do Sir?”

  “That’s better. I think our new mayor needs to be reminded who her masters are don’t you Thex?”

  Thex chuckled in agreement. “I have an idea. Did you know that Upal’s treated the surface of this car with a coating of carbon and then hit it with stone fire.” />
  “He did what?” Tyra’s rarely seen temper flared.

  “Be at peace beloved. Thex and I asked him to.” Simon reassured. “ Upal’s been working on a number of ways to protect us, not only from the stone fire but to harness it for good. Your Bentley now has a protective but invisible coating of Sama crystal that can’t be scratched or dented. If anything it enhances the paintwork.”

  Tyra wasn’t sure that she wasn’t still annoyed at the presumption of it all but knew it had been done out of the best of intentions. Her mind then worked over the potential of it. “So it can’t be dented...Sir?”

  Simon ignored her question as he always did when they were only requests to reassure. He demanded trust. “Go and bend over the bonnet Tyra.”

  “Are you going to do me Sir?”

  “No, I think your other master wants his turn. I’m overdue to have a little one-on-one with Arion.”

  Arion gulped and looked at Thex uncertainly. “That’s alright with you?”

  Thex embraced Arion. “Only if it is alright with you too.”

  “You know I’ve never been with another man but you.”

  “He’s not another man, he’s Simon. He’s mine, he’s Tyra’s, he’s ours. We all share Tyra but this would bind us further. You know his mind and soul Arion. You bonded with each other long before I was ever free.”

  Simon looked at them both. “It’s alright, I won’t force you Arion but I really could do with the element you represent for the magic we need. Thex is fire, Tyra earth, I’ll stand for air. We really need to strengthen our four way bond if what I’m trying to do is to work”

  And that would make me the water element, not that he knew what Simon was up to. Arion took a deep breath. “No its alright, I’m cool. Just a little shy that’s all. I’ve fantasised about you but I’m loyal to Thex. We might be mates on a spiritual level but I was never going to act on my feelings for you unless it was okay with him. So we get the back hood of the car do we Simon?”