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Marie's Solstice 13/14 Epilogue Kay's Journal (new)
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A woman settles in the chair behind her desk, then looks out the
window.

Her eyes unfocus for a time, then she sighs and turns back to the
reason she is there.

She reaches into a drawer, removes a leather bound book, then places
it on her desk.

She uses the bookmark to open it to a blank page, sighs, then takes up
a quill pen and begins writing.

* * *

Notes concerning the lives of Roberta and Jessica:

"For every time of trouble, there is a hero created by that trouble.
Perhaps my vision was too narrow, and I did not see what was desired,
because of that."

I spoke those words in Jessica's presence when I realized that I had
been correct in assuming she was a hero, but I had been wrong to
assume she was intended to be the Champion of Light.

This concept of using the troubles endemic to a time, to 'forge' the
hero required to push people's awareness over a threshold, seems basic
to the way The Great Purpose makes his plans, with a few notable
exceptions.

Those exceptions are, of course, those of us who have become our
world's Avatars. Our main use seems to be that of being used as 'Luck
Bringers', who provide the slight adjustments of circumstances, that
the Purpose uses to create his heroes.

I find it interesting, that as far as we know, the 'villains of the
time' seem to be a natural consequence of allowing human nature to run
its course, without outside influences.

Perhaps, they are a way of testing our suitability for his purposes. I
allow myself to believe this is a possible explanation, while
realizing I will most likely never know the mind of our master.

It is galling, sometimes, to *know* that I am merely one of many
bitches in my master's life. There are indications I am his favored
one, which helps me accept the conditions of my service.

I do not always enjoy that service.

Jessica and Roberta were, I now believe and Tom agrees with me, a
visible sign to the world, that the Great Purpose is real, and he was
not indifferent to the problems he had allowed to build to an almost
intolerable level.

Tom was the first of us to note, as he put it, 'The Rules have
changed'.

Indeed, they had, and to an extent that makes sense now, but did not
at the time.

Tom and Mahika, with the later inclusion of Wolf/Sandra, were the
harbingers of many of those changes.

In linear time, Hubert and I were first to be used by the Great
Purpose when he wished to act on our world directly.

That act of 'direction' was successful, as far as we know, and then
our mandate was changed so that we worked from the shadows.

Perhaps we are 'flawed', and because of that, we were set aside, to be
used only when he has need for our specialized skills.

More likely, is that each of us has been forged and tempered to do
certain tasks, and The Great Purpose is a craftsman who respects the
limits of the tools he has created.

Forgive me, my mood, My Journal.

Cathy and Becky are the result of my instincts, and selfishness. We
had long known they must have been forged to be used, someday, but it
was as if they had been made, then set aside and forgotten.

We now know they had not been forgotten, merely allowed to grow at
their own speed. 

It seemed that they must have something to do with the integration of
our knowledge of power, with that of Rabelaisia, but if that was one
of their purposes, it was a minor one.

Do I ramble?

Yes, My Journal, I do. Be patient with me.

There is so much I have said already, elsewhere, about Tom and his
Grrls, that it seems redundant to mention them again.

Unlike the rest of us, he came to the path of power without help,
until late in his mortal life, the elemental, Mahika, could no longer
ignore the strength of his call to her.

Their relationship was forged in the fires of a war I can only dimly
understand, for I had no part in it until the major battles were over.

Wolf, also known as Sandra, was added to that relationship, for
reasons which became clear shortly after she joined her life to
theirs.

I am known as the 'Mother of The World'.

But, I was, long ago, only a young girl in search of an unknown
future.

Time has blurred my memories, but I have sworn to never forget that I
have a spiritual mother who helped me become the woman I had to be.

Wolf is my mother in all ways, except the physical one of bringing my
body into the world.

Without her guidance, I would not be who I am.

Jessica was, for all her unusual qualities, the one thing none of the
rest of us had been in our lives.

She was a human child, and she was a true child of her times.

She was also a survivor, and the end result of what to us, seems a
heartless breeding and testing program.

But, how much attention do *we* give to the concerns of animals, when
we decide to 'improve the stock'?

None, beyond seeing that they are healthy, and able to express all of
their potential, so that we may use it for our own purposes.

Jessica, by herself, would have been just another abuse survivor.
However, when she was used to trigger the general public's awareness
of how deeply child abuse had become embedded in our society, she
became the living symbol that would help other abused children take
that terrifying first step on the path to getting their lives back.

Not all of them made it, or were given a chance to take that step.

Roberta was an attack on the same problem, from a different angle. She
too, was a symbol, but a much different one.

She was The Champion of Light, true. But, giving her control of the
Medallion of Truth was only giving her a tool that could persuade
others that she spoke as more than herself when she lived her purpose.

What was that purpose?

It was the purpose of any parent, and all of us are, ultimately,
parents, even if we have no children of our own.

The message she was tasked to deliver was a simple one:

"Get involved."

She did.

Jessica did.

They made a difference, and, as Lady Chrystal so often reminds us,
even though they no longer write in the Terran Great Book of Life,
themselves...

Many of the people they touched, do.

* * *

Kay carefully cleaned the quill and put it and the ink away.

She blew lightly on the ink in her journal, to make sure it was dry
before she repositioned the bookmark on the next blank page, then she
closed her journal and put it away with a murmured 'Forgive me, my old
friend. My family needs me during their time of sorrow.'

She got up, went to the window, studied something in the distance,
then shook her head slighty, as if she was clearing her thoughts.

An instant later the room was empty.
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End: Marie's Solstice 13/14 Epilogue Kay's Journal (new)
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