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“Promises of Starlight,” episode 45

March 31, 2013

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Written by Thea Washington

None of the characters in “Promises of Starlight” represent any person living or dead.

The character “Rock Star”/”Angel” is based on Adam Lambert. The author does not in any way wish to disturb or predict Mr. Lambert’s life through the characters in this story.

All videos are to be enjoyed through their link to YouTube. They are not to be downloaded. No claims are made on the videos by the author.

Chapter 45 – TOGETHER

              Now Lover knew how lonely Angel had felt, up there in the Mountain House after Starlight’s transition. It had been two years since Angel’s. Lover had indeed grieved and mourned his Forever Love. But Life continued and Lover was determined to live it in the way that Angel and Starlight had taught him. Sometimes he could feel them nearby. And now silver and gold glitter appeared around the house.

              His firm still operated, Lover’s title changed to Founder and Director Emeritus. He knew he wasn’t as sharp as he’d once been. That was alright, he thought. He wasn’t supposed to be.

              The children had grown up well. Adam and Joy were in college, Adam the writer this time and Joy following in Papa and Daughter’s footsteps. Now she was an intern at the P.R. and Marketing firm he’d founded, specializing in multi-cultural businesses. She had a gift for languages that she’d begun to show in French classes in elementary school. Now she was multilingual. And she could handle the most delicate situations. People said they felt like she “understood” them, something else she’d inherited.

              The families still lived in the same Mansion. Now Niecy lived there, too. Twin had passed years before, her relatively early transition caused by her history of drug use and the hard times she’d had in her life. There’d been a few relapses but she had recovered from each one, never giving up the struggle to control her own life.

              Niecy and her wife moved into Lover’s wing, like him in so many ways. They’d never had biological children, though, and filled their lives with the adoptions of 3 siblings, work, community service and the MCC church. Sometimes Lover went with them, the familiar songs and rituals soothing him as he looked back over his life. A huge part of that was the peace he felt whenever he thought of Angel, which was always. Sometimes he could hear either Angel or Starlight whispering into his soul.

              As he aged it became harder to sleep through the night. Sometimes he would just lie there, letting whatever thoughts and memories flow through his mind as they pleased. Sometimes he sat up and went through the scrapbooks, some of the pictures faded but still recognizable.

              A Great Room somewhere. “Gay Days at Disneyland,” both of them in their red tee shirts Angel had hated. He’d looked good in it, though, his thick, glossy black hair playing with the breeze. A CD of a song with the words “betcha” and “wow.” A crag over the ocean. The wedding and the honeymoon in Bora Bora. (Lover still remembered their real wedding, their private one, that day in the Museum all by themselves.) A “Gratitude” concert, traveling around the world together. Pictures of Angel and Starlight, Son and Daughter, Twin and Niecy, Lil Bro and Sis, all the grandkids. The Mountain House, where Angel had run for those two years after Starlight died.  Notes from the plan he’d put together to get him back. He couldn’t remember the particulars, only that it had worked.

              Mercifully, those two years when Angel was gone and then something about the kids being gone, too, were the only really awful memories he had of their life together. One of Starlight’s promises that night he’d said “Yes” was Mercy.

              It was one of those nights when he’d finally fallen asleep that he sensed someone in the room, someone kneeling by the bed. He opened his eyes and there he was, young, vital, as beautiful as Lover remembered. He couldn’t believe it; he thought he was dreaming, a beautiful, wonderful dream.

              “Angel?”

              “Yes, my Treasure.”

              “What are you doing here? Am I dreaming?”

              “No, my love. This is real.”

              “Why?”

              As soon as he said it, Lover knew why. He felt a strange combination of joy, sorrow, weightlessness. And peace.

              “It’s my time, isn’t it?”

              “Yes.”

              “And you came to help me.”

              “Yes.”

               Lover’s tears began to fall. “I’ve missed you so much.”

              “I know. I’ve felt you.”

              “You did? I think sometimes I felt you, too. I thought you were nearby.”

              “I was. I wanted to keep my promise to never leave you. I wanted to comfort you.”

              “You did. I always felt better when I could feel you. You never left me.” It clicked something in his mind.

              “I always did and always will love you.”

              Angel answered, “I always did and always will love you. Always and always.”

              Lover repeated the words. “Always and always. Whatever you want.”

              Angel smiled. “I brought someone with me.” He turned toward the foot of the bed. There she was.

              “Starlight,” said Lover, so happy to see her again.

              “Hello, my boy. We have come to help you transition.”

              Angel explained, “She said she wanted to help both of us. This is the first time I’ve done this. I saved my first time for you.” He whispered into Lover’s soul. “I think she was afraid I’d get lost and wouldn’t be able to find my way back. Something about ‘running into things’.”

              “That was only part of it,” Starlight retorted. She watched as Lover’s spirit/soul slowly made his way to her, his manifestation the same as he’d been the first time they’d met. “You and I shared a special bond, loving our Angel. I’ve always known that.”

              “I remember,” Lover recalled. “It feels like it was just yesterday.”

              “It was,” Angel said. “Where we are there is no time. It is the Forever Present.” He was trying to find the words Lover would understand. When he couldn’t, he simply planted the meaning in Lover’s soul.

              Immediately Lover understood. “It’s always Now,” he said.

              “Yes,” said Starlight. “Throughout the Universe there is only Now.”

              “Is there time here to see Son and Daughter and Adam and Joy? And Niecy?

              Starlight, mentored by Indio, knew the answer to that. “Yes. You will learn that, as a new Ethereal, you can go but you cannot stay. And they will not remember but they will know, just as you did.”

              Lover accepted the instruction. Together they manifested in each room, Lover leaning down to softly kiss each one before being whisked away to the next.

              Then, in a still, calm peace, they were surrounded by stars. Lover looked around at the vastness of his new Forever home, where Indio, his new mentor, awaited his arrival.

              “We have lived well,” said Starlight. “Now, after we travel through our Forever home, we will continue our journey in our true form.”

              “Beyond Forever?” asked Lover, astonished.

               Angel’s beautiful, celestial smile warmed even the One Forever Present, the Eternal Now.

              “Yes, my Treasure,” he radiated. “Like our love, beyond Forever.”

Video 21: “Nirvana”                                               Credit:  glitters4adam

The End

“Promises of Starlight”

Sequel to “The Starlight Trilogy”

“Promises of Starlight” – Table of Contents

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