Chapter 1
"Tezzie"
There is a certain satisfaction waking up to the scent of coffee that you have picked, roasted in the sun, and ground for your own family. I smell the coffee because my husband has included it on my breakfast tray. Breakfast in bed, on this island, is a daily occurrence. I open one eye as the tray is placed on the bed stand. The chickens have been earning their keep. The bread is toasted and the thick strawberry jam is oozing down the sides. I am encouraged and revived as I think of my rewards from creating this paradise. I am inspired to write as I finish my breakfast. I walk down the long corridor that leads to my library. My wingback desk chair and mahogany desk welcome me so I grab my notebook and start to write.
My island is remote and the weather can be changed by the windchimes in the attic loft. The temperature is regulated, but can also be adjusted turning the sundials just inside the attic window. This allows for maximum crop yields as I can alter the west section of the island to produce corn and the right oranges. I can grow everything I desire, with the help of the bees.
I have a very strong relationship with the bees. I allow them to keep most of their honey in exchange for their loyalty. They consider me their Queen. I make my needs known by dancing in the hive like octagon pattern on the floor of the courtyard, we created to communicate. If I need pollination in the east I dance toward the east on my grid. I smile and get lost in the breeze the millions of tiny wings create. I release them by walking to the edge of the hedges and humming the release command.
From the edge of the courtyard I can see most of the land. The lush green pine trees make up the east borders and the large palm trees edge the west. As far as I can see North the mountains are capped in snow. The cacao trees are visible and line the South perimeter.
My main residence is in the heart of the island, the center. My home is a tall domelike structure. It resembles a bee skep. The straw like exterior was created by the bees. The interior of my home consists of many corridors and rooms. ( We refer to them "wings" in honor of the bees.) My many offspring can be heard throughout the dome. Their laughter and happiness radiates off the walls.
As each child grows ,they learn a skill set of their choosing. I nurture them until they feel they are ready to get their own island. We have a moving ceremony and the bees guide them to their prepared island. The skeps of my children can be seen from on top of the mountains. Their islands are just as mine are.
When I moved to my island, my parents flew me here and presented me with my husband.
The previous lives of humans are erased as they enter the islands. They have lived in the human world and their time expired so we take them. They live here happily forever in this paradise.
I loved him immediately because he was matched perfectly for my needs. He is captivated by my regal presence and charm. We made love in the mountains, the beaches, fields of corn, orange groves, hot springs and fields of clover. Each seed created a child that I lovingly placed in the octagon like birthing chamber.
Before I can continue writing the next sentence I am interrupted my the buzz of the intercom. I am being summoned to the courtyard. It is time to present my son with his human. I have carefully selected this man for him. They are a 100% compatible.
I run through the hallway and my crown and robe are placed on my head. My husband is waiting for me. We link hands and our crowns gleam in the sunlight. My son enters the courtyard opposite of us. I see he has worn my wedding dress. My eyes fill leaking tears when I realize how handsome he looks. His island will be waiting for him. The bells start ringing and I glance at my husband to find he is watching me. We are both thinking of the day we wed. His eyes are wet and he mouths his words of love to me. We continue to walk to the center octagon where our son is waiting. He smiles and grasps our hands making a circle. We hum together and I feel the powerful energy as his husband arrives.
Chapter 2
"Hanner"
There is a certain satisfaction waking up to the scent of coffee that you have picked, roasted in the sun, and ground for your own family. I smell the coffee because my husband has included it on my breakfast tray....
