Star Woman in Love
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Authors: Piera Sarasini
STAR WOMAN
IN LOVE
Piera Sarasini
Copyright © Piera Sarasini 2012
The moral right of the author has been asserted.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Acknowledgements
Many thanks to Siobhán Hearne-Fitzpatrick who helped me edit and revise this novel. Also, thanks to Krisztina Mosdoczy for her PR know-how. Finally, thank you to all of my friends who offered their support in many ways and encouraged me to transform my ideas into this work of fiction.
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This book is dedicated to all the wild dreamers and visionaries who have tried to believe in the impossible, pushing their minds past the Edge of Heaven and into the Realms of Shambhala.
Piera Sarasini
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2012
Chapter 2
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CASSANDRA AND THE PLAN
Chapter 5
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A LOVE OUT OF THIS WORLD
Chapter 10
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TRANSFORMATION IN THE STORM
Chapter 11
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THE WEDGE BETWEEN US
Chapter 13
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STAR-CRO
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SED IN THE MISSING YEARS
My name is Cassandra Morgante and I am a Magic Woman. You have found me because I am your kin and your friend. You are now ready to tap into the deepest part of your heart that calls for healing. I call it your Star Heart.
I was born to fulfil a prophecy and help the evolution of our broken-hearted humankind into a race of immortal beings. Bear with me for a little while, if your attention can handle my words. I can talk to the deepest longings in a woman’s dreams. I can whisper seductive words into the ears of the toughest man, and make his fortress crumble. My Power is now fully fledged. I am invincible.
But it wasn’t always so. I used to be a spoilt brat who was often in denial of the gifts that I was born with. My True Nature only came to the fore when my path crossed that of Oscar O’Leary, a spiritual artist and secret initiate into the mysteries of the Earth. When we met, he was a very complex, self-loathing yet generous man. In our encounter, and in the love we made and shared, a new humanity became possible: our own. This is the story of how I learned to love him completely, despite the many obstacles on the way to the fulfilment of our love.
My ancestry is part human and part stellar, much like yours, much like that of all of us on this planet. The difference between you and me is simply that I have remembered my True Identity and I am willing to share the path that took me there. It is not difficult to find the way back to your True Home and your True Destiny. But it does require some alternative thinking. I hope I can engage your attention and let it take you there. My story is a bit of a short-cut.
There is nothing wrong with the yearnings of your heart, and that feeling of alienation that overcomes you sometimes. As soon as life’s problems present themselves on the path, the human tendency is to become lost to many aspects of our Souls. Time has the habit of wiping the memory of our True Origin from our mind. But rest assured: our hearts never let go of the Truth.
My merge with my True Lover is a fairytale
adventure in consciousness that can operate on many levels, but only if you allow it. I know, not all the steps may seem that clear to you, but they are true. And the Truth will always take you Home to Shambhala, the Land of Gods and Goddesses. Look for parallels between my love for Oscar and how you felt in relation to the One Love of Your Life. May my story mirror your awakening to your heart’s call. This is the reason why I chose to disclose it.
Remember, my friend, that Life on Earth is an adventure in consciousness. Magic and wonder are possible. It takes a little bit of work and lots of enthusiasm. Are you ready to start the journey? It has many ends but just one beginning.
EARTHBOUND
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In the Great White Lodge, standing alone in front of the High Council, Lady Meta awaited for the Ascended Masters’ decision. Her body was becoming denser and her hands were shaking: descent was approaching. She didn’t have a clue as to what had gone wrong with the Prophecy, but it had not been fulfilled, and humankind hadn’t evolved into a race of angels. The Masters wanted her to fix the mistake.
“The Plan can’t fail,” Sanat Kumara said. “You must go back and find him.”
Her head was spinning now. “Find who? And why me?”
There was no time for explanations. “You will remember once you reach the Earth, time-coordinates 21-03-2012. Realign him with our Plan if you can, if you want to stop humanity’s fate from plunging into even lower depths.”
The door to the Teleportation Room opened. Meta dragged her feet towards it, looking every inch the sacrificial victim. She stopped to cast one final glance at those familiar faces.
“Goodbye, Shambhala," she said, before stepping into her past. “This time I mean it.”
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Hill of Tara, Spring Equinox 2012
I landed on a rock by the sacred spring. I looked around. I was in the right place, no doubt: the holy ground they call Tara of the Kings. To me, it would always be Tara of the Heart, the site of the ancient choice which keeps the mark of our promise. Descent from Light into matter is always risky; travelling back in time can play havoc with your mind. So I closed my eyes and checked my memory: it was intact. I was on a mission to find you, Oscar. My human name also returned to my consciousness.
“I’m Cassandra. I’m back.”
The Earth felt very different from when I left it years before. It still looked the same, but fear had since spread everywhere, taking on a number of disguises. That was no time for digressions so I tuned into the environment to detect your frequency; we had to meet soon. I tried to ignore the burden in my chest, and let the song of the stream entangle its lull with the sound of my whispering voice. I was alone but I knew I was talking to you.
“Do you still understand the Secret Language, my love?”
My eyes lingered on the place where we had sealed our pact fifteen years earlier. My blood felt the thrill of recognition, as if it were still happening. Memories flooded in. We were still young: eternity was within reach of our hands and sunshine was in our hearts. We thought we’d seen the back of all our past troubles. In those carefree days we didn’t know that darkness would later plague our minds again. Well, we had known shadows before, so it wasn’t in our plans to experience the tragedy that would unfold.
“I’m back from a parallel future without you. Crumbs from that future are still stuck in my hair so I’m not sure if my return is complete, or if you can hear what I’m saying now. Yet you did understand me during our glorious time together. I would speak to the clouds and you could hear me. Now I don’t even know if you remember my face anymore. The face you would gaze at in silence, for minutes, your eyes and my eyes locked into bliss time couldn’t enter... You’ve managed to cloud your mind without the torch I carried for you, without the Light I shared with you.”
Church bells were ringing in the distance. I ran my fingers through the water of the spring, caressing it as if it were your hair.
